The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 468 - 302: Beginnings (Second Update)

Chapter 468: Chapter 302: Beginnings (Second Update)

Rod exclaimed, "What plan? Can I be involved?"

Meredith smiled and said, "Of course, only you can be involved, because of your unique destiny trajectory, we also infer it is related to the Ancient God of Destiny. We want to use the aura on you to find this powerful deity active in the Epoch of Gods."

"According to our previous prophecies, it’s very likely that this Ancient God has not been completely corrupted. If we can save Him, or obtain His power, Trolian will gain a supreme combat force, the strongest ace in the deck."

"At this crucial moment that decides the fate of mankind, it could play a pivotal role."

"That is the Ancient God Project."

Merely hearing the name, one could feel an overwhelming force coming forth.

But Rod did not immediately agree.

He was uncertain whether the aura on him was indeed related to the Ancient God of Destiny.

However, he understood very well what that unique destiny trajectory was about.

Undoubtedly, it all had something to do with the Dream Realm.

Following his aura, they might find nothing, or they might find the Dream Bubble floating in the higher layers of the Spirit Realm.

The Book of Knowledge had repeatedly told him that the Dream Realm was special and not to spread any information about it in any circumstance, as it would bring even greater disasters.

Rod hesitated for a moment and said, "Let me think about it."

After he spoke, he closed his eyes and entered the Dream Realm straight away.

Some apprentices felt dissatisfied, feeling these new heroes of Trolian were somewhat impolite. Meredith was the Master of White Tower, controlling one of Trolian’s lifelines; even the King was very polite to him.

But Meredith did not mind at all; he just smiled at Rod, his long white beard concealing his expression, only his pale eyes gleaming.

In the Dream Realm.

Rod woke the Book of Knowledge, which was sleeping, and posed his question.

"Am I related to the Ancient God of Destiny?"

The furious Book of Knowledge was ready to scold its unreliable master for disturbing its sleep when it suddenly heard this question, calming its pages down.

After a few seconds, it wrote on its paper.

"No special connection, why do you ask?"

Rod briefly explained Meredith’s Ancient God Project and then asked.

"Can humans find the Dream Realm through the aura on me?"

The Book of Knowledge relaxed, its pages fluttering as if it let out a scoff.

"The Dream Realm is in the higher layers of the Spirit Realm, separated by two vast spatial faults and position barriers from the Main Material World in the Inner Spirit Realm. With the current human strength, observing the higher Spirit Realm would be a marvel; feed me their rubbish and let me see this new species."

This... How have you turned out like this? Could it be contagious to eat such nonsense?"

Rod slapped it discontentedly.

"Speak properly, don’t talk about eating nonsense. You’re making me think of Doomsday believers. Can it be done or not?"

The Book of Knowledge succinctly replied, "Absolutely not."

Rod felt somewhat relieved and asked again, "Where has the Ancient God of Destiny gone? Do you know?"

The Book of Knowledge flipped through its pages: "The memory about Him is blank, perhaps like the God of Flesh and Blood Rebirth, Heragotos."

It closed its cover and lay down again, only a few words visible through the gap in the book.

"Don’t disturb me unless it’s important."

Rod left the Dream Realm with a mix of laughter and tears, opening his eyes.

"Okay, no problem."

He agreed instantly.

"But I feel that we are unlikely to succeed."

Meredith smiled and said, "Don’t worry, even if we fail, we will have gained quite a lot."

As the man said so, Rod had no objection.

Subsequently, Meredith briefly took Rod on a tour of the main functional areas of White Tower.

The fundamental duty of White Tower is to observe the Spirit Realm.

They gauge disturbances in the Spirit Realm that might impact the Material World, issue warnings about attacks from Spirit Realm monsters, forecast future weather, set the Gregorian calendar, and study the sun, moon, and stars.

Additionally, with "Big Eyes," White Tower also monitors abnormal Spiritual Energy fluctuations within Royal City, observing any that exceed the Seventh Level.

Furthermore, it has another significant function: to observe major dangers from the depths of darkness, and collaborate with the Investigation Legion to confirm them.

Under Meredith’s guidance, Rod sequentially saw a telescope several stories high, "Big Eyes" carved from pure gemstones, a Spiritual energy imager bigger than a plaza, a great hall constructed from three million Spiritual Crystals, among other things.

These grand and strange artifacts dazzled Rod; he could only marvel at Trolian’s most important facility.

The visit soon came to an end, and as Rod was preparing to take his leave, suddenly a bald egg dropped from the sky, landing beside him.

An apprentice introduced him: "This is the Great Prophet, the Forbidden One Iyeta, the teacher’s last disciple. His strong prophetic characteristic is very powerful, allowing him to make far beyond standard predictions."

Rod immediately noticed his shiny head and couldn’t help saying, "Does becoming bald enhance prophetic abilities?"

Iyeta touched his smooth scalp and said expressionlessly, "Illogical, baldness has no correlation with prophecy; the strength of the characteristic is solely related to my soul."

Suddenly recalling that this man was the Great Prophet who predicted Mephit as the Son of Destruction, Rod asked, "Lord Iyeta, please forgive my rudeness, but I would like to ask you, did you indeed make a prophecy about the Son of Destruction?"

Iyeta answered impatiently, "I have said it many times, I have never said such a thing."

He stepped forward, placed his hand on Rod’s forehead.

Intense Spiritual Light instantly enveloped him.

"The fractured destiny trajectory, in the fog of the vague future there is a deep red light symbolizing great danger and warning. Pay attention to those around you, one of them will bring you a fatal threat."

Iyeta withdrew his hand, the Spiritual Light disappeared, and without waiting for Rod to inquire, his figure vanished from sight.

"Is he joking?"

Rod looked at Meredith with a puzzled expression.

But the Master of the White Tower and his apprentices all had a solemn look on their faces.

"Iyeta’s prophetic abilities are the strongest in history, even surpassing mine."

Meredith waved his hand, and a ball of Spiritual Light flew in front of his eyes.

After observing it for a moment, he said, "I suggest you check the people close to you. If necessary, you might have to ask him to leave the team temporarily."

Suddenly, an apprentice spoke up, "Is the Ominous one with you?"

Everyone seemed to have a moment of realization.

"Yes! It must be her!"

"Quick, kick her out!"

Rod furrowed his brows. Indeed, judging by Iyeta’s words, Mephit was the most suspicious.

But was he to kick his best partner out of the team just because of these words?

At that moment, Meredith shook his head slightly, "It might not be her. I haven’t seen any threads of fate concerning Mephit. It could be someone else, maybe they haven’t yet appeared, or maybe it’s a Doomsday believer who has always been around you. Moreover, there’s also a possibility that Iyeta’s prophecy was wrong. No matter how strong a prophetic power is, not every prophecy is 100% accurate."

With these words, Rod finally felt relieved.

"You may leave now."

Meredith flew back up to the Star Chart, and the massive sphere-shaped star chart behind him began to rotate, thundering and echoing throughout the area.

"Become a Third Level Combatant soon. Once the Ancient God plan is ready, I will send someone for you."

"Alright, I will definitely be there on time."

Rod bowed elegantly.

"Farewell, Sir Meredith, may the fire be with you."

"Farewell, our hero, may the sun shine upon you always."

After Rod left, Meredith’s gaze lingered where his figure had disappeared, not moving for a long time.

"What could it be..."

He murmured words that no one else could hear.

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The visitation plan had finally been completed. Rod felt that he had gained a lot, yet he also felt a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he began to train even harder, learning higher ranks of combat tactics, and praciticing the "Star Shuttle" more diligently.

With the blessing of the "Divine Sense," his progress was swift, making great strides each day.

Meanwhile, the Royal City was busy.

The preparations for war had reached their final stages. The Military War Department was extremely busy, maintaining silence at the forts and bastions where no expansion was planned to minimize any unnecessary combat.

In the areas planned for expansion, countless resources were being gathered, a large number of warriors were assembling, and countless scouts were active at the front, continuously sending back various kinds of combat intelligence to the Royal City.

The White Tower was doing its utmost to observe the Spirit Realm, watching for potential threats from the depths of darkness, trying to minimize the variables in the upcoming expansion action.

Finally, everything was ready.

Rod rubbed his hands in preparation for a big fight.

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Deep in the Royal City Sewer.

In a dark space, a figure was flipping through a large book.

Black Fog swirled around his face, obscuring it, while the sounds of monsters echoed faintly in the distance.

On the book, lines of bright red text appeared, as though written by an invisible pen.

"Hah."

The figure suddenly smiled.

"The moment of destiny’s decision has finally arrived, I’ve waited too long."

"Let it be an eye for an eye then, Trolian."

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Upper City.

Inside an empty mansion.

Manolo Bana, who had been temporarily stripped of his duties, looked at his empty secret warehouse, his face distorted with intense anger.

"Why... Eleven secret warehouses, all protected by the Spirit Realm Barrier, yet all were completely emptied."

Although Rod’s evidence was insufficient, Manolo Bana had been released, but due to his overly close ties to the convicted individuals, he was still subjected to a strict suspension investigation.

In just one year, Manolo Bana had lost everything.

"Bastard!"

The cold fury shimmered in Manolo Bana’s eyes.

"I will definitely kill you."

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