Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master



It started first with a weird rumble that looked as if some sort of an explosion happened deep down the ground. Yet when they looked at the sky, everyone noticed the presence of weird black threads spreading over the sky.

They looked quite unique, especially alongside the flashes of different lights that danced around these black threads. Yet soon enough, that rumble started to happen again, and again, with each time getting fiercer in power and might.

In less than a week, the threads started to issue an ear deafening thunder roar. The masters at the ground knew their honeymoon in this place was over. Even if they didn't know what was going on, just watching the acting peaceful and calm scary monsters up there turn to bite each other in a crazy way made them know they had to leave.

What Sloth didn't know was that these cracks were the signs of the world approaching its demise. And as they were running like crazy, the entire world started to rain down torrents of hot blood.

Monsters up there were acting hostile to each other, something that they never saw happening even once in the past six months. Least to their knowledge that such a phenomenon would require a decade to happen once. And they were just unlucky enough to appear here around the time of its occurrence.

As they started running, Sloth and other formidable masters from the group William saved started to show the value of their strength. Any master at the pinnacle of power was arrogant, confident in their abilities to flatten mountains and stand against any disaster alone.

Yet at these stressing moments, Sloth thanked his good luck. Since he stepped through that fog back at his kingdom's capital, and he started to be in debt for William. If not for the group of masters he saved before, Sloth doubted his ability to even save his own life!

As they ran like this, William's friends and team didn't forget the old habit they acquired from sticking by his side. They left the life and death battles against the falling deadly blood to the formidable masters, and started to focus on collecting any loot they could reach.

Be it parts of the scary monsters which were fighting to death in the sky, or the deadly blood falling down and forming grand lakes all over the place, turning the entire ground into a colossal gathering of deadly swarms, they collected all.

Their actions attracted the weird gazes from everyone else, but none had the time or leisure to ask about what they were doing. They kept running like this, fighting against such impossible odds, praying to the heavens they'd enjoy mercy and get saved in the end.

To add more to their worse situation, monsters that were already hiding in this world started to run for their lives. If they ran just to save themselves, then nothing bad would happen. But these monsters were intelligent, and they thought that these humans got some sort of treasure that could save their lives in the middle of all this.

So instead of trying to join them, most of the monsters started to come and attack these humans with unparalleled ferocity.

"Leave them to us… Tsk! I hate the bad scavenger habit that the damn boss of ours engraved deeply in our spirits!"

Ibra was frustrated by such actions of the Black Tails team. Even if he moved to collect such grand and one of the kind loot, he still hated doing this instead of fighting.

Yet he was realistic, knowing the limit of his strength. He never thought about stepping up and helping the formidable masters who protected all of them.

Those who had such wild dreams, or were driven by fear, got killed in the end. Yet when these monsters appeared, a task he and other weak masters could do presented itself. And from then, most of the weak masters worked together to stop and kill these monsters, leaving just a few of William's team who kept collecting loot like nothing happened.

Yet the appearance of these monsters greatly disturbed their speedy advance. The formidable masters had to keep an eye over the entire situation, interfering even from time to time if things needed their help.

The good thing in all that was that they knew where they were going. During all the time they spent here, they didn't lower their guard or relax.

Sloth made sure to spread out everyone in teams, led by dark gold grade masters. They drew huge maps about this zone, and even after six months of work they never completed even one tenth of the entire place.

The direction they selected without any hesitation was towards the place they drew completely. So, they knew where they were heading, knew its terrain well enough to survive all this.

They used anything and everything they could to shield themselves against the falling scorching hot blood. Their goal actually wasn't to leave this zone, but to go towards an area of hills and mountains, a place they thought to be quite safe and would provide enough protection for them.

Going out from this zone was possible, as they already found the edge before. The world beyond this zone looked different, without a single monster there. Yet they were doubting their ability to survive till reaching there if they kept running like this, especially with the flocks of monsters chasing after them.

While everyone was suffering and struggling against such odds, William didn't know anything about that. Such changes only happened inside such deadly zones, where no one was watching or monitoring.

He was locking up himself during all this, arranging the scrolls he managed to decipher and copy during the past six months.

"So… The Arkan language was one of the ancient languages used in the original world before the fall? Interesting…"

William now found lots of intel about the most mysterious single world that had all the tiny and outer worlds together in the past.