Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

"Who said anyone can get in and out this easily?!" William looked surprised.

"This…"

"I have to build something first," William got what went wrong in Ibra's head, "without it, no one, even I, will be able to get in and out from this array whenever we like."

"Tsk! What a troublesome array coming from such an annoying dude!"

William didn't give any attention to Ibra's last mean words, took out a piece of paper, a brush, and started to write and draw weird symbols.

"This… What alien language is this?!" Ibra was taken aback before taking a few steps away from William.

"Why retreat like this?" William noticed such a weird move from Ibra and couldn't help but ask in confusion.

"This is the damn black magic! I don't want to get cursed! Go and curse yourself all the way you like!" Ibra seemed to quite believe what he just said, seemingly quite scared from this, and didn't stop retreating far away from William.

"You… You are this old and still getting scared by such things? What a big boy you are!"

"There is no sorry in being safe," Ibra defended his stance, "I won't get anything to help me if I got cursed. Damn you! How come you know such sorcery?!!"

William was speechless, couldn't believe such scary fantasy tales. The ones that were told to kids before sleep time, went deep inside Ibra's mind.

"You are just overreacting! This is the code to let us get through that array. Come, let me tell you what each symbol means…"

"Stay away from me!" William just stretched out his arm, in a motion to invite Ibra to come closer. Yet the latter got instantly scared, jumped in fright and moved tens of metres in haste.

And that left William a bit speechless, before deciding to tease Ibra from now on using this soft spot of his.

"We are going to have much fun," William inwardly laughed while watching the genuine fear over Ibra's face. Then he returned to do what he was doing, writing the weird symbols that were considered letters of an ancient language in the outer world.

Secrecy and black magic weren't all fantasy, William got to know that. However, meeting someone who was adept at such stuff was harder than finding precious ores in the middle of an entire continent!

"It's done," William said while storing away his brush, "come on, it's all safe here."

"For real?" Ibra seemed a bit sceptical to approach William, making the latter evilly grin.

"Yes, I got done with all the black sorcery I was doing. And don't worry, I only mentioned your name twice."

"F*ck you!" Ibra got instantly scared the moment he heard William's words. He even distanced himself away, not approaching William.

"Dude, you got to be near me for the curse to get activated."

"Activate it on yourself, bastard!"

William couldn't restrain his laughs at this moment, "Come on, I was joking with you."

"No way I'll come close to you! Let's stay apart, thousands of metres apart are great!"

"Don't make me run after you," William didn't even give him any time to respond before dashing forward, crossing the thirty metres distance between the two in one jump.

"Stay away! Don't come near me! Don't or else I won't hold back my glaive," Ibra shouted, and yet his tone and body kept shaking, while his hand holding the glaive seemed to struggle to hold it straight at William's face.

"Stop this nonsense, there is no danger here," William rolled his eyes, "don't you have any trust in me?"

"Zero trust, no, it's already on the negative scale!"

"Stop it already, you are such a big man! Don't make me run after you!" William was struggling to keep his laughs while chasing and running after Ibra around.

The latter tried to run, but to his fear, his body and limbs kept shaking like he was facing the most ferocious and deadly monster out there.

"I said it's alright, nothing is of danger out here," after five minutes of such fun, William decided to stop joking around, "let's stop this madness right now. We got monsters to kill. If you have the courage to follow me outside, then come or remain confined here like a chicken."

"This… You indeed got quite the tongue!" Ibra finally stopped running around, getting intrigued by what William just said.

"Then come and stop running like a chicken," William turned his back to Ibra, and started walking towards the array's direction, "let's go and select our target first."

"Tsk!" Ibra seemed to be conflicted between his fear and his ego, to finally succumb to the latter and ending up following William around.

They arrived at the array and saw lots of monsters gathered out there.

"This place did attract quite a number," Ibra shook his glaive, waved it for a few circles in the air, "shall we go out there and decrease their numbers?"

"And make these scary folks focus more on us? No," William shook his head, "wasting our time and effort on these weak flies isn't a good thing. Let's take a tour and find a nice target first."

"Ok," Ibra didn't object or stick to his idea. He knew when the two would go out, they'd have to fight the lots of monsters standing outside the array to his heart content. He wanted to vent out his anger and stress from what William did just before.