Mountains and rivers have no memory

This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature.
The only protection for humanity lies in fire.
But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished.
Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light.
Until Rod came to this world.
"Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?"
"This Soul, it's delicious."
"As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes."
"Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!"
"We've won!"
——
The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side.
And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world.
Yes, I am the last King of Darkness.
But...
Hello? Anyone, save me.

The Last King Of Darkness

Even with prior expectations, the harsh reality of the real world still surpassed imagination.


Humanity was like a small boat sailing in an endless dark ocean, never knowing when disaster might strike.


Having just witnessed the terror and strangeness of the Spirit Realm, Rod had gained a deeper understanding of this.


In his current understanding, the Spirit Realm was like a deeper layer of existence, and disturbances originating from the Spirit Realm ultimately affected the physical world.


This feedback was usually negative, causing the emergence of monsters and the descent of disasters.


According to Molly, the Dark World was like an ocean, where monsters had some strange connection, and disturbances rippled out like waves.


But beneath this calm, in the unfathomable depths of the deep sea, more terrifying unknowns were lurking—changes in the deep sea were undetectable on the surface.


Chapter 207: The Holy Fire Plan