The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 463 - 300 Disaster and Fate_2

Chapter 463: Chapter 300 Disaster and Fate_2

Mina was both jealous and defiant, and before she knew it, the once naive little junior in her eyes had grown rapidly into a tall, sturdy tree that made her drool with envy.

"Lord Amides."

After pondering for a while, Rod spoke up and asked.

"The disaster you’ve been talking about, what exactly is it? Is it the Black Tide?"

Amides shook his head, "The Black Tide is just one type of disaster."

Mina hurriedly answered, "Disasters are fearsome and inescapable calamities that span the entire history of civilization, which people desperately want to avoid."

"The standard answer."

Amides nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

In plain terms, any continuous event that is detrimental to humans, we collectively refer to as a disaster."

"There are many types of disasters, including those from the heavens, from monsters, from environmental changes, from the invasion of Black Fog, from internal sources, and so on."

"For example, the worst type of heavenly disaster, do you know what it is?"

Mina answered quickly, "The Long Night."

"Right, when the Long Night comes, the sky darkens, the Black Fog thickens, monsters become more active, the power of fire significantly diminishes, and the coverage of the Holy Fire retracts to the Upper City, lasting for dozens of days or even several months in rare cases. That is a disaster."

The great scholar Delan said, "The great extinction that happened four hundred years ago lasted for nine months of Long Night, and ninety percent of Trolian’s population perished in the disaster."

"Therefore," said Amides, "we need to know what disasters have happened in the past if we hope to avoid them in the future."

The great scholar Oberon said, "Our most urgent task at present is to clarify the past, mainly:"

"In the Second Epoch, the birth of the Black Fog and the Primordial Fire, and the fall of the Ancient Gods."

"In the Third Epoch, the reasons humans initially survived under horror and the demise of humanity in its heyday."

"In the Fourth Epoch, the true story behind the great extinction of Trolian 900 years ago, and the other Fire King Cities."

Amides smiled and said, "If you wish, you can join us in our exploration of the past. Many of our schools would be very eager to have someone with both strength and wisdom like you join them. Your expertise in linguistics is also very important in the exploration of ruins."

Rod tapped his chest, "Of course, I would be more than willing."

The scholars all showed smiles. The search for relics in the dark depths was a very dangerous and difficult task.

Because one had to delve into the Dark World, there was always a limited number of people on each expedition, and those with more abilities were the most sought after.

In this regard, Rod, with his multifunctional talents, was the very savior they had long been dreaming of.

After discussing the details of the relic expedition for a while longer, the meeting came to an end.

Everyone said their goodbyes to Rod, repeatedly urging him to finish his writing as soon as possible.

Rod slapped his chest in guarantee and said his farewells under everyone’s reluctant gaze.

This trip to the Academy refreshed Rod’s worldview, making him realize that they were constantly in the midst of life-or-death danger.

Momentary victories were only temporary and couldn’t change their fundamental predicament.

No wonder some people insisted on expansion even at the cost of their lives.

And others would defend the City Gates with their dying breaths.

Rod sighed internally, concluding that this was probably the different reactions of people under the same kind of crisis.

In the following period, Rod continued his visits to Jinworth Academy and the hidden branches.

After Theodore’s death, Vera had become the Dean.

This was another old acquaintance, one of Theodore’s many disciples, who still couldn’t forget the departure of his teacher and expressed great welcome at Rod’s arrival, constantly seeking traces of his mentor in him.

Unfortunately, Theodore’s soul had long departed, and his statue still stood in the Dream Realm’s Eternal Square, unchanged to this day.

Rod couldn’t bear his fervent gaze and could only mimic Theodore’s gesture by patting his head.

Of course, due to his lack of height, he only managed to touch his chest.

But it was this gesture that brought Vera to tears.

He cried, saying he was under immense pressure, the Spell Academy was declining in talent, devoid of guidance, with many newer members lacking direction, and many powerful spells were no longer known.

The proportion of Spell Talent holders in Royal City had plummeted, and he didn’t know what to do.

Rod had no solutions either, as he was not versed in spells, and could only console him by saying that a part of Theodore’s residual soul was still hidden within him and that perhaps one day, he might return.

A hopeful light filled Vera’s eyes, which shone as eagerly as a hungry dog sighting a piece of meat.

Rod could no longer bear it and hastily took his leave.

His visit to the hidden branch, however, was filled with joy.

In this nostalgic environment, there were many familiar companions as well as many newcomers.

He was given an extremely warm welcome here, with everyone crowding around, eager to connect with this legendary senior figure.

After finally dispatching them, Rod met with Soron, who was still serving as the chief instructor of the Top Class.

The man’s face was stern, but during their conversation, he kept stuffing various things into Rod’s hands.

Each item was a different Recording Crystal, labeled with various tags.

Labels like "Study Materials," "Selected Ancient Languages," "Basic Movement Teaching," "High Rank Combat Skills," and so on.

"What’s this?" Rod asked in confusion.

Soron wore a mysterious expression, kept winking at him, and handed him a note that read: