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

Tai Luo pondered for a moment, then answered, "There are about 200 in total, counting both the official First Level Combatants and those who possess near equivalent combat strength."


"But there are only thirty-three Guardians."


"Yes," Tai Luo said with a smile, "The standards for a Guardian are very strict. Not only must one be a Fire Holder, but they must also possess ample honor, enough strength and potential for growth, sufficient wisdom, and leadership abilities. Only the most outstanding individuals can become Guardians."


Jessica nodded lightly, "Tai Luo is right. Guardians are the strongest and most potential among First Level Combatants. Only we have the hope of becoming the most powerful Fire Sons and joining the ranks of Special Level Combatants."


Rod felt both pride and a certain heaviness in his heart. The path to advancement was far more rigorous than he had imagined. His rapid ascension to Guardian had been just a stroke of luck.


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