The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 637 - 375: Running Quickly

Chapter 637: Chapter 375: Running Quickly

The red glow converged like a tide, retreating back to the surface of the Obelisk.

The Book of Knowledge and the puppet simultaneously quieted down.

The dreamscape became unnaturally silent, and Rod couldn’t help but shout, "Hey!"

As if startled, the Book of Knowledge snapped shut with a bang and hopped back onto the shelf, shrinking away.

Although the puppet appeared calm, Rod noticed it had entered a combat state.

"What’s wrong?" Rod asked, puzzled, "Is the invasion that strong? What is Nightmare Night? And what are the Dark Stars?"

The puppet’s body gradually relaxed and it said calmly, "Master, Nightmare Night is the incarnation of evil spirits, the proof that the world is falling into darkness. Its arrival will severely pollute the dreamscape, and our battle environment will become extremely adverse. Dark Stars are the fallen stars, which indicates that the symbiotes deep in the Black Fog have been awakened!"

The Book of Knowledge suddenly popped out again, its pages flapping wildly as it wrote, "It’s all your fault! All your fault! You had to sacrifice the soul of the Nightmare, and now look! Nightmare Night has come so soon, and symbiotes of the Dark Stars’ level are mobilized!"

It fanned its pages frantically, imitating the gesture of sobbing.

"Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo! We’re doomed! The dreamscape that had just begun to recover will fall silent again! Who knows how many thousand years it will be before it awakens! We’ll never find such a foolish master again—ah!"

Rod extended his middle finger and jabbed it forcefully.

"Calm down," he said.

The Book of Knowledge composed itself, and when it flipped open again, the handwriting was much calmer.

"Master, since the decision has already been made, there’s no point in dwelling on Aphro’s mistake. Don’t worry, as long as I am here, we can smoothly overcome even the most difficult crises, and we will certainly restore our former glory. I have a premonition that the fragment contains a large amount of my memories. If we find it, maybe we can recall more truths about the dreamscape, and we will find a way to achieve our ultimate goal."

The puppet briefly stated, "We have thirty-three days left, Master. You must ignite the next star and reach the Tenth Level of Spiritual Energy within this time."

The Book of Knowledge quickly ran to Star Square, parted the mist, and carefully observed the trajectory of the stars: "The moment for the stars to shimmer is in twelve days! We must gain more Divinity in this time. Divinity is our most crucial power; with enough of it, nothing can scare us!"

The puppet said, "Master, let’s prioritize igniting the ’Giant God Power’ star. It requires 1.5 billion souls, 150,000 spirituality, 15 pieces of Soul Firewood, and one Strong Source. We already possess the conditions, just short of over 100 million souls and more than 20,000 spirituality."

By killing the dead souls and Nightmares, they had obtained 1 billion souls and 100,000 spirituality, and subsequently, nearly 300 million more souls, meaning the shortfall wasn’t significant.

It was the same with spirituality.

Rod nodded, "What we’re missing are the 15 pieces of Soul Firewood, which means 150 points of Divinity."

The Book of Knowledge said, "We need even more Divinity, to use the Spirit Realm Strike with the Star Core. With the Spirit Realm Strike, we can move freely in the Spirit Realm, we can defeat powerful beings there, and take back the Dream Fragments."

"And about the Remains of the Rebirth Flesh God, I highly suspect that its so-called final retained power is also a Dream Fragment."

Upon hearing all this, Rod realized that Divinity was the most core requirement.

He needed to acquire more Divinity in the last twelve days before the stars shimmered, and then, in the following twenty-one days, do everything possible to enhance his strength.

Rod clenched his fists, a fire kindling in his heart.

Bring it on!

Monsters of the Black Fog!

I will not lose!

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In the time that followed, Rod redoubled his efforts.

Because he had a close relationship with the forest and was often involved in devising strategies, he always managed to get assigned tasks that suited him first.

The Book of Knowledge did its utmost to plan his travels and battles. Rod was busy from dawn until dusk, every second filled with things to do—either dealing with a crisis en route or on his way to take on a mission.

Unknowingly, he had become the hardest working person in the Fire Hall.

No warrior fought as frequently as he did; he chose missions deep within Trolian territory, characterized by their significant impact and urgent nature, yet the monsters themselves were not extremely lethal—this was so he could complete the missions quickly and return to the Fire Hall within a day, otherwise he would miss the refresh time for his puppet characteristics.

Rod fully exploited his immunity to pollution, striking relentlessly. The backlash from monsters on the verge of death had little effect on him; Humanity could resist all pollution and corrosion, and Rod’s Humanity was far from running out, having entered a phase of rapid and prodigious increase—a loss of a few hundred points meant nothing to him.

Unnoticed, Rod completed many missions. The heartland of Trolian was critically important and vulnerable; each of his departures could save many warriors and civilians.

Gradually, more people came to know about Rod. His iconic image spread widely; whenever they were in crisis, a young warrior clad in the Hall’s robe, wielding a shining sword, would appear and swiftly resolve the crisis, saving them from the depths of despair.

Suddenly, even the most remote regions had heard of Rod, someone who was not a Guardian yet surpassed one, someone who was a light in this boundless darkness.

The tales of his one-sword defeats were so widely celebrated that whenever someone was rescued, they would regard their savior as the legendary Rod and express their sincere thanks.

Though many of these were not his doing.

But "Thank you, Rod" had become a trend, no matter who saved someone, they would become Rod and receive such words of thanks.

Due to the snowball effect of Rod’s incredibly high efficiency, the situation in Trolian was rapidly improving. More warriors had ample time to rest, their combat power greatly enhanced, crises were being resolved one after another, and pressures were lessening—all of which made Dalin smile more with each passing day.

The only frustrating thing was that the assassination attempts against Rod also intensified.

As soon as he left the Fire Hall, someone would inevitably present him with an indescribable mess—even the rooms he stayed in, be it inns or guest houses, were often subjected to this, and he would regularly return to find a hellish scene of excrement sprawled everywhere.

These assassinations had no real strength, but they infuriated Rod enough to continuously report and protest to the Royal City, urging them to take these lunatics, whose heads were filled with dogshit, into legal custody.

The Royal City took this matter seriously. Lucian, the Judgment Chief who was fully dedicated to tracking down the Doomsday believers, personally took charge of addressing the issue.

The results of the investigation were shockingly alarming—the Doomsday believers had actually poisoned the excrement!

Every lump contained a colorless, tasteless, strong poison.

What on earth were they trying to do?

Debating this issue, the investigation team argued at length and ultimately agreed that poisoned feces were even more disgusting!

They sought to disgust Rod to death, break his spirit, pollute his soul, and bring down the prodigy, extinguishing the rising star.

Facing this conclusion, Judgment Chief Lucian dismissed it with two words.

Nonsense!

Though the Doomsday believers’ motives remained unclear, it didn’t prevent the Internal Affairs Court from arresting people.

Every person who threw the toxic excrement was caught, and following the trail led to an unraveling of the entire network.

Regrettably, the actual gains were meager; they did not find many traces. Most were ordinary people influenced by the Great Sect Leader’s evil magic, with only a few ringleaders under the control of Destiny.

This was an unavoidable menace; you never knew if someone was a Doomsday believer or might fall under control. If the Great Sect Leader wasn’t caught and the Book of Destiny seized, the assassinations would not cease.

Rod had no time to bother with the Great Sect Leader, whose mind was stuffed with indescribable things. The Royal City Sewer was so vast and deep, who knew which corner he had scurried off to.

The effort it would take to catch him was better spent completing a few more missions, resolving several crises, and saving a few more people.

Holding this belief, Rod continued to pour out sweat, straining towards his goal.

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