The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 142 - 104: Youth

Chapter 142: Chapter 104: Youth

The most important thing was that Rod now needed to make "Soul Firewood."

If he didn’t have a powerful soul, he would need 50,000 Souls Without Spirit and 100 spirituality instead.

This was hard to accept.

But it wasn’t easy to obtain a powerful soul either.

Opportunities like last time weren’t something one could just stumble upon regularly.

In fact, Rod would never be included in a real hunt for truly powerful monsters.

Despite his somewhat impressive appearance now, he was far from reaching the actual level. Rod had tried asking Lauren to participate in some higher-level operations; he was almost always flatly rejected and sternly warned to stay in the academy with content, not to harbor any fanciful thoughts, and not to wander off.

He wouldn’t dare venture alone into the deeper parts of the sewers, much less venture outside the Royal City.

Thus, this trial was actually an excellent opportunity.

There were many tricks up Rod’s sleeve now, far more than before.

But as they say, the more tricks, the better.

Rod felt that having just one "Undying Spirit" was not enough.

If he could make the "Resurrection Stone," that would be the best.

But its materials were very difficult to gather, especially its main material, the "Resurrection Stone," whose nature Rod had not yet figured out.

Next was the "Wood Puppet," which only required a piece of Puppet Wood and ten portions of living spirituality to make.

Rod had plenty of living spirituality but the key was the "Puppet Wood."

As these materials were related to the Dream Realm, he would not rashly inquire about them from others.

Not until he had figured out what they were supposed to do.

So, whenever he was free during this period, Rod would head to the academy’s library.

The librarian had come to recognize him.

To express his appreciation for Rod’s scholarly respect, the librarian reserved a lakeside spot for him every day and placed a plaque labeled "Black Fire Bucket" on it, denoting this area belonged to someone respected by the library.

Rod was very dissatisfied.

Setting aside other things, why did you have to specifically use the name of my first Fire Spark to represent me?

Would using my name not work?

The librarian rejected this suggestion:

"Your name is too common, Rod. These two words are scattered and disjoint, lacking in meaning and impact."

Rod glared at him, "You could change it to Thunder Venerate or Electromagnetic King or something."

The librarian still shook his head.

"Empty and childish, like a little kid’s fantasy. Until you acquire a real title, our convention is to use your characteristics or your first Fire Spark as your honorific."

He paused and then continued.

"I’ve heard about it; your reputation in the Iron Cross district is quite high. Most people know the Scavenger of the sewers, ’Black Fire Bucket,’ rather than your name."

"According to customary practice, your future title might well be Black Fire Bucket."

This was simply the worst news Rod had heard.

He was determined that in the upcoming characteristic test, he had to change the name of his Fire Spark as soon as possible.

Mina had already informed him that tomorrow he would undergo a complete sequence test at the Spiritual Power Laboratory.

He needed to get some good rest today, as the test results would affect his treatment within the academy’s secret branch squad.

Rod was somewhat worried about this, the true ability of "Dark Devourer" was regarded as the taboo "Soul Devouring," which absolutely must not be detected.

He had prepared a few countermeasures, but it was best not to have to use them.

Moreover, although Rod knew he wasn’t the most excellent, it was best to keep a low profile.

The more he was the focus of attention, the greater the likelihood of encountering problems.

This was also why Rod had not immediately ignited the fourth star, opting to enhance the third one instead.

Therefore, Rod did not get any rest at all that night, studying all night long.

His dormitory was filled with various language books; he had moved from simply studying Ancient Language to researching the whole language system, identifying patterns in language evolution to backtrack from Ancient Language to that of the Dream Realm.

Of course, this wasn’t Rod making trouble out of nothing.

The Dream World had now entered into deep study. The "Book of Knowledge"’s description of it was no longer simple phrases but had become far more complex phrases and syntax, akin to leaping from an elementary student’s essay to a researcher’s report.

Rod’s method of translating by guessing and piecing together was no longer suitable; he had to master the true language of the Dream Realm.

Especially after he discovered a text related to invasions.

If he could deeply analyze the mechanism of "invasions," it might not only prevent problems before they became unmanageable but also possibly put an end to this nightmare forever.

If that were the case, perhaps truly wonderful days were to dawn.

——

The next day, when the academy’s bell rang, Rod knew it was Morning.

It was time to leave.

He packed up the books scattered all over the table, quickly washed up, and left the dorm.

In the hallway, all the doors were tightly shut except for Kashan’s.

She had gotten up early and was exercising in the way Mr. Miller had taught—standing in the center of her room, she was fiercely pounding a "target" with her small fists.

Seemingly feeble and ineffective, as if a thug excitedly throwing punches that wouldn’t even move a straw target.

But Rod knew that if he were hit directly without any defense, every bone in his body would break, and the thug probably would never be excited again.

Kashan’s beautiful blonde hair bounced under the dim morning light specially adjusted by the academy, reflecting a dazzling glow. Sweat beads on her white forehead flew off as she moved, and her short-sleeved shirt did not move, revealing her undeveloped chest.

She’s really as flat as me.

Rod accidentally saw inside her jumper as she jumped.

The girl wasn’t wearing a bra.

"Hey, Kashan," Rod greeted her without changing his expression.

Kashan stopped her training, wiped off her sweat with a towel, and turned around. The moment she saw him, she smiled.

"Rod, today you’re heading to the Spiritual Power Laboratory for characteristic testing, right? I heard your special training is starting soon. Keep it up and strive to be at the top among special students," she said.

Rod smiled and replied, "I’ll do my best."

Kashan seriously said, "Not just your best, you have to use all your strength. My father told me in his letter yesterday that we suffered great losses in Star City, a whole team of senior Knights was wiped out, and the cleanup operation deep inside the city was frustrated. The battle situation is very unfavorable. I said I wanted to help but got scolded by my father. He said I was as insignificant as dust, and going there would either mean death or becoming a burden. I disagreed."

Her lake-blue eyes looked steadily at Rod, filled with eagerness to prove herself, as if by defeating him, she could demonstrate she was not just dust.

Rod did not want to get hit; his moves were all lethal, and using them meant a fight to the death, not suitable for training.

After thinking, he responded just as earnestly:

"Your father is wrong. We are infants, weak now, but there will come a day when we grow up. This world belongs to them but also to us. Eventually, our spines will be the ones to bear the heavy burden of humanity."

Kashan’s happiness +90

Humanity +9

Kashan flashed a brilliant smile. When she smiled, her eyes resembled crescent moon-like lakes, and her white teeth gleamed like jade. Her exquisite looks made her smile glisten like water ripples in the sunlight.

"You put it so well, I could never come up with something like that," she said.

Kashan gently straightened Rod’s collar, her faint fragrance causing Rod’s heart to flutter.

"I will also become a special student, and I will definitely surpass you," she added.

Rod smiled and said, "I believe you will."

The atmosphere was very good. Kashan gave him some advice, told him she would leave notes for him during his absence, assuring him not to worry about his training or falling behind in his studies.

Until Rod suddenly asked, "Do you girls not wear bras?"

Kashan was stunned, "How is that possible? We have specially designed torso garments, in daily and combat types."

She suddenly realized, clasped her flat chest, her face turned red in an instant, and her Spiritual Energy surged violently, her fists already shining with a cold metallic luster.

Rod knew he was in trouble and broke into a run.

"Don’t run! Come back here!"

Kashan chased after him with her iron fists, her flying blonde hair making her look like a furious lion.

Fortunately, Rod had specifically trained in slippery foot techniques; the fluctuating Spiritual Energy always helped him kick the ground at the right moment, the strong reactionary force allowed him to sprint out of the dorm building like a wisp of smoke, running along the lakeside path towards the Spiritual Power Laboratory.

Kashan relentlessly chased after him.

Their figures drew astonished gazes from other students by the road, puzzled by the sight of a man and woman chasing each other early in the morning.

Suddenly, a bald-headed guy shouted, "This is youth!" and with a ripping noise, tore off his shirt and started running wildly as well.

Despite Rod’s speed, Kashan chased him for a long while without catching up, furious to no end. She firmly decided once she entered the rank of special students, she would settle the score with him thoroughly.

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