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 was very unhappy, feeling that this group of people underestimated him too much.


"Young Rod, I know that the victories along the way have given you a lot of confidence, but the Fire Hall is different."


"We deal with the most dangerous crises and face the most powerful monsters. We are the last patch in the Trolian defense system, the last hope when conventional combat power is insufficient."


"We must be not only strong but also stable. Any failure is unacceptable because it means that our defense system has been breached."


Soron looked at him, his expression serious.


"Any breach in the defense system means disaster, it means that thousands of our kin will die, our fathers, sons, brothers, spouses, sisters, and friends. This is not a joke, not a trivial matter. Our rules are built on the bloodshed and won't change for one or two special individuals."


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