The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 150 - 109: Bringing Up the Rear

Chapter 150: Chapter 109: Bringing Up the Rear

Before long, Rod arrived at the checkpoint.

Several instructors were reading his profile.

"Absolute Spiritual Visionary, sewer adapter, three Fire Sparks are ’Black Glutton,’ ’Grass,’ ’Quick Shot,’ all are of the first class."

"He has single-handedly cleared the entire Iron Cross district sewer, assisted in completing a high-threat hunt, one escort mission, one Doomsday believer cleanup, and numerous killings of Doomsday believers... You’re quite good,"

one instructor complimented.

"Though your Spiritual Power Level is only 2, and your Spiritual Power Strength is very low, your record shows that you are a born combatant. Let us see your destructive capacity."

"See that target over there? Just attack it, oh, and don’t use your Spiritual Energy cannon, that’s not a regular method."

Rod was taken aback, without "Spiritual Energy Trio," I have no damage.

Under the gaze of the Eye of the Soul, the target in the distance was nothing but a Static State armor with no soul, "Soul Blast" also couldn’t be used.

The Spirit Gun could be employed as a regular weapon, but using True Silver Bullets would be too costly, let alone the expensive Sealing Spirit Bullet.

Rod could only use the cheapest Silver Bullet, but its power was so weak that shooting it didn’t even produce a spark.

Rod had no choice but to give up the Spirit Gun and pounded with his fists instead.

The instructors looked disappointed.

"Spiritual Power tuning is sluggish, turbulent Spiritual Energy should be enhanced from the inside out, and expand the Spiritual Power Field. That way, you’d be able to deliver the most powerful punch and reduce the recoil damage on your hands."

"Maybe it’s because he isn’t accustomed to this environment, his Fire Spark is said to be combat effective in sewers, let’s not forget he’s an Absolute Spiritual Visionary and also has a strong Spiritual Energy cannon Fire Spark."

"The Spiritual Energy cannon has too narrow of an application range, monsters won’t negotiate with you to fight fair in sewers. As a combatant, it’s a significant flaw, unsuitable for solo combat."

In Rod’s report card, solo combat was marked with a cross, accompanied by the note "extremely vulnerable, needs protection."

"Next."

Rod scratched his head, judging by the instructors’ expressions, his performance didn’t seem particularly good.

There was nothing he could do about it, he had never received any formal training other than practicing pistols and was self-taught.

Testing him outside his domain was like not letting a fish swim but asking it to hurdle instead.

The next one up was a redhead girl in gold helmet and red armor, holding a red blade and round shield, full of heroic spirit, slashing the target that Rod had been pounding on without effect into two.

All three instructors sang her praises in unison, "Indeed worthy of the golden shine of the Valkyrie."

Alright, really impressive.

Rod could only move on to the next checkpoint.

The second checkpoint tested speed, where Rod and six other students had to shuttle back and forth ten times on a fifty-yard track.

This time the gap was even bigger, he had barely turned around for the first time when someone had already finished.

"Beowood from Barley Village, top speed 125 yards per second, acceleration, turning, stopping all very excellent."

The bear-like Beowood said in a coarse voice and breath, "This place is too flat, I’m not used to it, rugged mountains are where I am free to run and jump."

Rod was the last to finish.

"Rod from Redstone Village, top speed 18 yards per second, slow acceleration, unsteady stride, turn malfunction, even a Fire Holder might be faster than you."

Rod wasn’t overly concerned about his score, his purpose for being there was just to scavenge some powerful monster souls and ashes, to make "Soul Firewood" and powerful "Soul Ashes" as soon as possible.

Beowood patted his shoulder, "Fella who will be taking the prize with me, you’re not eating enough, and also, stop frequenting the brothels of Red Workshop street, it’s bad for your health."

Big brother!

Can you not talk about this in public? And could you please tone down your language?

And I haven’t been there at all! I don’t even know what Red Workshop street looks like!

Rod was just about to explain when suddenly a fat man pointed at him and shouted, "That’s right! You’re the one who slept with my daughter and didn’t pay!"

"Nonsense!" Rod was flustered, "I don’t even know you! I don’t even know where Red Workshop street is!"

The fat man sneered, "Don’t pretend now, who doesn’t know your big name in Red Workshop street, I’ll tell you, don’t even think about coming back, we’ve already blacklisted you in all the taverns!"

Oh——

The surrounding students erupted in a prolonged sigh, looking at Rod with contempt, envy, jealousy, and a mix of complex emotions.

This is messed up.

Even if Rod had a hundred mouths, he couldn’t explain. Even if he said he lost his memory, wasn’t the pre-amnesia him still responsible?

No way, with the Silver Demon title already on his back, wouldn’t it be a huge loss not to go a few times?

How does the saying go? When others call you the Silver Demon, you’d better be it.

Humph.

This is you forcing me, not me volunteering.

Rod arrived at the third testing point.

The instructors here were quite amicable.

"Rod, we will test your full capabilities as a Spiritual Visionary, and for other abilities, we have decided to completely rely on the report from the Mechanical Research Institute and your combat records."

This was Rod’s forte, he could clearly see through any Mist Crystal Ball. At last, he received high praise from the instructors, and even the gazes from those around him carried a hint of respect.

"So he really is a full-fledged Spiritual Visionary. I’ve finally seen one with my own eyes."

"I wonder if he can see through things?"

"Wow, really? Then wouldn’t we be completely exposed to him?"

Fortunately, this misunderstanding was vehemently condemned by those who were truly knowledgeable. Spiritual Vision was known as the second sight because it could perceive the existence of souls and the flow of energy; it had nothing to do with seeing through objects.

Otherwise, Rod would have evolved from a Silver Demon into a sleazy pervert, and while the former could still be understood, the latter left nothing but pure disgust.

There was a long queue at the fourth testing point.

This station tested combat ability, with several instructors taking to the field to spar with students personally.

Dean Vera and the black-robed Calier were present here, signaling the unparalleled importance of this test.

Many students waiting in line also cast their gazes this way.

Reslin was currently on the field, wielding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, attacking head-on and defending from the rear, making perfect use of his characteristics with fluid turns and adept movements, having a colorful bout with the instructor.

After the fight concluded, the instructor gave his assessment, "A very mature melee fighter, perfect in utilizing his traits, suited for front-line defense. The flaw is inadequate offense and monotonous combat approach."

Eventually, he received a score of 60 points.

A round of applause sounded from the surrounding crowd.

Egger was the next to take the stage.

He turned into a wisp of white smoke, shuttling back and forth through the air, continuously using the smoke to block or charge at the instructor, putting on a splendid show.

After the combat ended, the instructor gave him a high score, setting a bar that those following could not surpass.

However, Vera and Calier’s expressions remained unchanged throughout, only showing some interest when Rod stepped up.

An instructor who resembled a hippo stepped forward and said, "Attack me with all your might; I won’t attack often, but be wary of my counterattacks."

Only at this moment did Rod realize that he seemed to have no tactics to use.

Summoning phantoms of the Dean, using Soul Ashes was of course out of the question, and "Soul Blast" and "Spiritual Power Trio" could not be pulled back—if he hit with those, the instructor would die on the spot.

He was too reluctant to use the expensive bullets, and throwing Thunder Stones was even more inappropriate.

What to do?

Rod tried firing a few shots; Silver Bullets hit the instructor without leaving a mark.

With no other option, Rod had to bite the bullet and engage in close combat with him.

But the instructors were all battle-hardened combatants, masters of both theory and practice; Rod’s clumsy punch was instantly met with a wrist grab and a fling.

In the end, considering Rod’s status as a full-fledged Spiritual Visionary, the instructor gave him a score of 5 points.

This kind of test combat was really not suitable for Rod.

His fighting style was either prohibitively expensive or lethal with no room for half-measures.

However, the gaze of Dean Vera and the black-robed Calier remained unchanged throughout, seemingly indifferent to his abysmally low score.

Ultimately, Rod unsurprisingly ended up with the lowest score.

——

"I really did end up at the bottom."

Rod washed in a hot shower with a gloomy mood in the dormitory assigned to him, changed into his custom-made robe, and lay down on the bed.

Of course, Rod was not depressed because of his scores; his method of combat was very unique, and standard tests were simply inaccurate.

His only worry was whether his poor performance might impact the assignment.

If the monsters he encountered were similar to those in the sewers, wouldn’t his effort be wasted?

He would rather try his luck in the deeper parts of the sewers himself.

However, on second thought, those admitted to the secret branches were indeed very strong, particularly certain special students—their Spiritual Power Strength commonly exceeded 10,000 measure, and their Spiritual Power Levels were often at 4 or above. In terms of combat, knowledge, and characteristics, they were all outstanding.

"They are the elites of the entire Trolian," he mused, finding the situation all the more natural. He had been in the academy for less than two months after all—how could he surpass them?

"If only I could blend into their teams."

Rod thought silently, covering his hands with his sleeves, forming the Lightning Symbol, and entered the Dream Realm.

Today, he was determined to translate all the information related to the invasion, no matter what.