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

Tyrion stifled a laugh, saying, "Little Rod, give yourself another ten years, and you might manage to achieve this,"


Herman patted his shoulder, speaking reassuringly, "Don't worry, Alan never misses. He is the Undefeated War God of Trolian... Get some rest, you are very tired."


Rod knew that arguing was futile, so he could only turn and leave.


But at that moment, the Book of Knowledge emerged again.


Rod frowned, saying, "I can't get out!"


"What do you mean you can't get out? I don't care, you must find a soul quickly! The repair is at its final stage, and we cannot afford to fail."


The Book of Knowledge began causing a scene again, leaving Rod feeling like he had two heads and three brains. He never imagined the Light Platform would be such a trap, that so many souls would still be insufficient.


Yet, leaving now would mean defying a military order, making Rod hesitate.


Chapter 332: Spirit Realm Strike_3