The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 126 - 92 Shall we join?

Chapter 126: Chapter 92 Shall we join?

"Don’t look anymore, come lie down."

Aunt Yusser’s voice interrupted Rod’s contemplation.

"I’ve studied for a long time in the Great Book Library this past month and, with the help of the esteemed scholar Amides, we agree that you’ve acquired a rare form of acquired Spiritual Energy disorder combined with an abnormal psychological state causing amnesic sensory syndrome. I’ve found a perfect treatment method; this time, you will certainly remember when you wet your pants as a child."

Rod was dumbfounded.

How can they diagnose me with some ghost disease without my presence? Could it be that they’ll cure an illness into existence when I don’t even have one?

However, he had already agreed to Aunt Yusser’s successful treatment, so how could he deny it now without derailing the plans that were to follow?

Rod lay down on the bed with a sense of uneasy apprehension.

This time, the aunt did not ask him to undress, nor did she use strange essential oils and potions. She raised her hands high, an unusual Spiritual Power Light emanating from her body. The powerful waves of Spiritual Energy directly touched Rod’s spirit, letting him sense that this treatment was out of the ordinary.

He couldn’t help but activate the Eye of the Soul and turned to look at the aunt. What appeared before him, however, was a slender, tall soul of a light red color, with white Spiritual Energy spreading from deep within the soul, forming intricate patterns that rose along her arms like a beautiful, gauzy dress covering the lovely soul.

Rod was once again mesmerized.

It was the first time he had seen such a delicate use of Spiritual Energy, and even more so the first time he had seen a soul that did not match the body’s size.

The aunt’s voice of admiration came from beside him, "Young man, it seems your Spiritual Vision is quite high, but my treatment is about to begin, it would be best for you to turn off your Spiritual Vision."

A thought crossed Rod’s mind, she could detect that as well?

He recalled how she had managed to preliminarily gauge his Spiritual Energy with just a fingertip, something the Mechanical Research Institute could only accomplish with complex machinery.

Aunt Yusser was indeed no ordinary person.

He turned off the Eye of the Soul and saw the aunt clench her fists and strike them together heavily.

With a muffled sound, the Spiritual Power Light seemed to shake out of her body, countless white dots cascading down like a shower of blossoms. Upon closer examination, each dot was a tiny butterfly flitting rapidly and diving into his body.

Rod felt as if his soul was bathing in a spring rain, with flowers blooming and birds singing fragrantly around him.

The cracks in his soul seemed to be mended, the hidden pains in his spirit vanished completely, and he felt as though he had been reborn.

The light rain lasted for a minute, and when it stopped, the aunt was sweating profusely and appeared very tired.

She squeezed a smile onto her plump face, "Young man, how do you feel?"

Rod hurriedly said, "I feel great, my memory..."

Before he could finish, the aunt’s finger pressed on his brow and her face suddenly creased.

"The Gaseous Layer has changed a lot, but the waveform of both the Light State Layer and the base layer remain unchanged... Has the treatment failed again? Why would that be?"

A shock went through Rod’s heart: she could sense the changes in his soul?

He quickly changed his tone, "Although I haven’t recovered everything, I remember a lot!"

A smile broke through the disappointment on the aunt’s face:

"Really? Do you truly remember? If the treatment is effective, it means our theory is correct. We just have to increase the intensity. It seems my efforts over this past month were not wasted."

She pushed Rod, who had tried to sit up, back onto the bed and covered him with a blanket.

"Following the treatment process, you should sleep well. A fully rested soul will help you remember even more."

She walked out with light steps and closed the door behind her.

Aunt Yusser’s serious voice came from outside:

"Inside is an important patient recovering. For the next eight clock hours, no one is allowed to disturb."

In the room, Rod had no choice but to lie down.

It seems that I have to wait another eight clock hours, which is half a day.

My nine-day leave is already up... I hope Dean Theodore can extend it for me; otherwise, Kashan is going to blow up again.

Since Rod couldn’t sleep at this moment, he looked around the room, which seemed to be Aunt Yusser’s, and assumed it should be safe. He then formed a Lightning Symbol and entered the Dream Realm.

The Dream Realm had now entirely returned to its original state, tranquil, peaceful, and mysterious, with a faded mist shrouding everything, stretching out to the infinite beyond.

Rod walked over to the Obelisk, surprised to find that it had fully recovered; all the remaining cracks had vanished from its surface.

Is... is this the result of the Healing Nun’s treatment?

Since the last invasion, the cracks on the Obelisk had never fully healed, but now they suddenly had—it had to be the effect of the Healing Nun’s treatment.

It turns out that the Healing Nun had this function; it seems that I should come to this Church infirmary more often.

Rod looked around and then returned to the cabin, took the Book of Knowledge from the shelf, and continued studying the knowledge about the Dream Realm.

Rod had already understood most of the important parts; these were the details that required in-depth study.

This entire book filled with words would keep Rod busy for a while.

About six clock hours later, Rod, who was dizzy and had a headache from the complex ancient grammar, temporarily stopped his studies and placed the Book of Knowledge back on the shelf.

From the patterns on its cover, it seemed the book was not too pleased, so to ensure smooth learning in the future, Rod fed it two Red Stones.

Watching the mouth formed by the patterns miraculously swallow the Red Stones, and then the patterns on the hard cover of the book happily spread out, Rod truly felt a strange sense of bewildering confusion.

Returning from the Dream Realm, nothing had changed, the room was silent.

Rod forced himself to sleep for a while but could no longer fall asleep.

He sat up and turned his gaze towards the Crystal Wall, where the images displayed the patients undergoing treatment in the various rooms.

In fact, most of the patients were fairly normal; those teasing the nuns and being teased by the nuns were only a minority.

Most treatments didn’t even involve massage; when patients were brought in, most appeared quite gory, with not a few having their bodies torn open, and that was considered the better case.

More terrifying were those with malignant pus-filled abscesses, horrific flesh growths, or vast areas of decay revealing bone, those whose human form was hard to distinguish.

At such times, the Healing Nuns would get busy. They shimmered with Spiritual Light, holding glowing knives to cut away the unclean flesh, using solutions that flickered with a faint light to clean the wounds, and some had to inject strange crystals into the wounds.

This period seemed to be the peak time; the entire Church infirmary was filled with busy figures, with patients continuously being carried in. Youse’s large frame bustled back and forth in the stairways and corridors, seemingly being called upon incessantly, as many patients required her support.

Rod, absorbed in watching, seemed to glimpse a corner of the outside world of the Royal City, the true visage of the human world.

Suddenly, he saw three familiar figures at the bottom of the Crystal Wall.

Wasn’t that Reslin and his companions?

It had been a long time since Rod had seen them following the sewer incident, but now in the Crystal Wall, aside from Karamon still lying in the solution, the two others could already get out of bed and move around; they were gathered in Karamon’s hospital room.

Rod smiled; this was a good opportunity to go see them.

He got up, turned the door handle, and as he did, several nuns rushed past pushing a hospital bed, none of them sparing him a glance.

"Quick, inject the Blood Element, he’s not going to make it!"

"Spirit defibrillation! His spirit is dissipating!"

"Go call for the Dean, quickly!"

Rod didn’t dare to disturb them, carefully stepped out of the room, walked down the stairs, and arrived at Karamon’s room.

Pushing open the door, Reslin and the others showed a delighted smile the moment they saw him.

"Rod, what brings you here?"

"Great, we were just about to look for you!"

"We have to tell you something. We’ve discovered a huge cancer, wicked as can be, spewing filth everywhere, polluting our environment."

"He even wanted us to set you up, but we refused."

"We’ve been discussing this for a long time and decided to pull off a significant action; we must pluck him from the Royal City, we cannot let the foul stagnant water spread everywhere."

Reslin smiled and extended his hand.

"What do you think? Want to join us?"

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