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 completed his hall ceremony amidst the shower of petals.


"May fire accompany you on your journey,"


the Bishop said politely as he hustled him out the door.


the doors of the Hero Church closed behind him, giving Rod a sinking feeling of being thrown out.


But soon, he saw an envoy, accompanied by a youngster a few years older than him, approaching the door.


"Mr. Envoy, am I to discover the truth of the world here?" the young man asked timidly.


"Yes, Mr. Lanko," the envoy replied respectfully, "you will find everything here."


The young man hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to push open the door.


The voice of the Bishop resonated through the door once again.


"Mr. Lanko, welcome to the Hero Church."


Rod covered his eyes, unwilling to see any more.


Chapter 312: Trial of the Hall_2