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

Rod scratched his head, feeling an ominous premonition for no apparent reason.


"I... will, please trust me, Mr. Jinworth."


The knife-like creases on Jinworth's face eased, revealing a hint of a smile.


"It's not about me trusting you, but about making everyone trust you, making the entire population of Trolian, a billion people, believe in you."


"If you can achieve this, your name will live on in the annals of human history, and when people mention you centuries from now, they will know there was a 'black rice bucket' who brought hope to everyone."


Rod's face darkened, thinking it might have been better not to know this at all.


Jinworth took out a commission and a medal from the desk.


"You have become the Mayor of Star Town as a Defender, and since it is currently mired in darkness with monsters running rampant, the Royal City will not issue you any regional salaries."


Chapter 226 Good Days