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's heart twitched, and his impression of this flippant senior brother greatly improved. He answered seriously, "I understand."


Rasso spread his arms, as if embracing the sun.


"Do you know? We possess talents beyond the reach of ordinary people, and most will never step into the ranks of high-level combatants like us. We are the Chosen Sons, meant to illuminate others like the sun and spread heat and warmth to the world."


He lowered his arms, looking at Rod, his smile full of radiance.


"No one can stop you from becoming stronger, except for yourself. Darkness and monsters will never rest, so carry your lethal emotions and fiercely strengthen yourself!"


"We are humanity's hope, with Trolian right behind us, there's no way back, no other choice but to fight."


Rod truly hadn't expected that a peeping tom could hold such passionate beliefs.


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