The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 64 - 53 Strong Ones Deserve Beauties

Chapter 64: Chapter 53 Strong Ones Deserve Beauties

When Rod finally returned to the bright and clean campus, he felt as though he had traveled through time.

The dark streets and terrifying sewers, along with the deformed monsters and Doomsday believers who had a penchant for eating excrement, had cast a large psychological shadow over him, and he now desperately needed the love that came from a warm and broad embrace to heal his wounded soul.

Rod succeeded in using this excuse to get the Military War Department staff to approve a half-day leave with academic credits for him.

This was the first time he had taken leave since enrolling; otherwise, Kashan would have broken his door down rather than let him skip class early.

Of course, since obtaining his keys, Kashan had not knocked on his door for a long time.

This made Rod somewhat insecure—what if she barged in while he was engaged in indescribable activities? Wouldn’t that be the end of him?

Kashan’s father was the Great Judge of the Internal Affairs Court, and even if she did not recognize the Lightning Symbol, a casual remark from her could dispel the Great Judge’s suspicions.

The Lightning Symbol was now Rod’s greatest pain point—he absolutely could not let anyone see him holding this symbol because even if the Internal Affairs Court did not possess information on this cult symbol, all non-standard prayer ceremonies and rituals were prohibited in Royal City.

If someone spotted him, he would definitely be considered a Doomsday believer.

Moreover, Rod now possessed a very important clue—if his suspicion was confirmed, then he definitely would not be the murderer.

Hope was just ahead, and now was definitely not the time to slip up.

Cautious, steady, survive—staying alive was everything, and that was his life creed.

Back at the dormitory, Rod didn’t lie down in bed, as hiding his hands under the blanket felt too insecure.

Even though Kashan was in class, what if she came back?

What if she impulsively turned his doorknob?

What if she couldn’t resist pulling back his blanket?

All of these scenarios were possible.

Therefore, he absolutely could not lie down on the bed to enter the Dream Realm.

The safest place would be the washroom.

But to avoid the clichéd scenes often seen in TV dramas involving meeting in the bathtub, Rod deliberately stripped off his dirty clothes and draped them over a chair, indicating someone was bathing inside.

He then headed to the washroom, closed the door, and locked it.

A white bird pattern at the top of the bathroom emitted a soft glow, illuminating the pristine space.

Rod turned the white jade knob counterclockwise by thirty degrees, and hot, clean water sprayed from the silver showerhead.

There was nothing more comforting when tired than taking a hot bath—Jinworth Academy’s facilities were indeed excellent, and its engineering technology was very advanced.

The sound of the flowing water echoed from the washroom.

This was what Rod truly wanted.

Unless Kashan had lost her mind, she would definitely know he was taking a shower.

Good.

Rod was somewhat satisfied.

It should be safe now.

He sat on the toilet, his thumbs interlocked, his left index finger pointing west, his right index finger pointing east, his three fingers curled and rotated one hundred eighty degrees.

The view before him blurred, as if he were developing cataracts, and his soul soared as though he was riding in a hot air balloon.

When he felt his feet touch the ground, he opened his eyes.

Silence, spaciousness, infinity.

An almost colorless gray-white mist flowed quietly around him, the light-colored earth stretching in all directions, drowned in the gray mist.

He had once again arrived in this wondrous Dream Realm.

A blue Obelisk stood at the center of the Dream Realm, with the black altar as always.

He looked around; nothing had changed since yesterday.

Rod raised his hand and looked at the pattern on the back of his hand.

A simple line drawing of a perfect seventeen-sided figure within a circle, with a cross embedded in the center, as if it were a gateway to an unknown world.

He had already tested this pattern, and others couldn’t see it.

It came from a ritual held by the Doomsday believers. When Rod stepped into the center of the Lightning Symbol, he saw special images and felt something fiery plunging into his body.

Then, this mark appeared on the back of his hand.

A similar experience had occurred during the annihilation of the migration team from Redstone Village, nearly identical to this one.

The only difference was that the pattern on his hand then was an eye made of black lines.

That eye eventually turned into a black altar, giving him the Eye of the Soul skill.

So, what about this one now?

Rod took a deep breath to calm his slightly nervous mood and began walking through the Dream Realm.

—He remembered clearly, the last time he was walking somewhere in the Dream Realm, the back of his hand suddenly felt hot, the pattern burst forth and transformed into an altar.

If his guess was correct, then this pattern should be the same.

Rod had already prepared for a long-term exploration, but to his surprise, he had just taken a few steps when the back of his hand suddenly became hot, the perfect seventeen-sided figure transformed into a vast dark air current, and fell in front of him.

As the air dispersed, a very simple-looking small house appeared in front of Rod.

It elevated the ground, making the light-colored soil more visible.

The building was roughly fifteen meters long and five meters high, constructed from light-colored marble without too much decoration.

On the side, there was a double door, leading down a light-colored marble staircase that wound down right in front of Rod.

In a flash, a tremendous sense of joy burst from his heart.

My guess was right!

That burning thing that was inserted into my body, it was this building in the dream realm.

They might be something similar to dream fragments, having scattered into the Material World for some reason and existing in a special form.

The Doomsday believers used rituals with the Lightning Symbol to search for them.

And I am the master of the dream realm.

When I approached, the fragment would call out to me.

Originally, the Lightning Symbol in the center of the ritual was the location of the fragment.

When I stepped into the pattern, the fragment returned to me, appearing on the back of my hand as a special mark.

And when I returned to the dream realm, to the place where it had once existed, the fragment would return.

Yes!

Rod almost jumped up!

This logical deduction is flawless, I truly am beyond a mere elementary school existence!

What excited Rod the most was a very important detail!

When he stepped into the center of the Lightning Ritual, he would see some special scenes.

They might be events that occurred near the fragment, or they could be related to the ritual.

And back when the Redstone Village migration team was annihilated, Rod stepped into the pattern of the Lightning Ritual and saw in the scenes a person with an eye drawn on the back of his hand, who was the murderer of the migration team.

And on my own hand, there was the exact same eye pattern.

For this reason, he had long believed that he might be the murderer, or an accomplice of the murderer, and thus had hardly shared any information when facing interrogation, fearing that saying more would be akin to capturing himself.

But now, understanding the whole context of the event, he knew the murderer was definitely not him.

The eye pattern on the back of his hand was something he had only after stepping into the center of the ritual.

Therefore, the murderer he saw in the scene has to be someone else!

It’s very likely that they had succeeded at the time and murdered the entire Redstone Village migration team to silence them, but something unexpected occurred afterward, such as the murderer suddenly suffering a cerebral infarction and dying on the spot, allowing the fragment to return.

Eventually, it was acquired by Rod.

Looking back now, he must have felt the call of the fragment then; otherwise, being as cautious as he was, how could he have suddenly inexplicably jumped into the eerie pattern?

Yes, it must be this way!

All the doubts were resolved, a coherent logic cleared all the blockages in his mind, and the oppressive feelings in Rod’s chest were swept away, as if the sky was high and the clouds were wide, like the wind speaking in song.

Now, in all the events, only two mysteries remained—the initial successful Doomsday believer who found the fragment later failed, and how he had come to be there.

But these were no longer important, merely two dark clouds outside the complete edifice of logic.

The important thing is, I am not the murderer!

I am not the murderer!

I am not the murderer!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

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The perpetual silence of the dream realm was interrupted by continuous, hearty laughter.

The two heavy stones that had long been pressing on his heart were suddenly lifted, one and a half stones.

Only half a stone remained, which was the intrusion in the dream realm.

But Rod was no longer afraid at all.

Every day I go out and bring in several hundreds of thousands of souls, find a way to ignite a couple more stars, and prepare several bags of Thunder Stone.

Even if a god comes, I will show you how I can defeat them!

Ha ha ha!

I am now invincible under the heavens!

All of you kings, step down, let me lead and sweep across the lands!

All you young ladies in blue, white, and purple, stop fighting with those weird and monstrous creatures, and obediently come back to warm my bed.

Your king is about to rule the world!

All those trashy techniques and the Sea King’s True Scripture can go to hell; those who rely on mere words are not real men.

A real man should have a broad back, a towering figure, able to withstand all disasters, sheltering from wind, rain, frost, and snow, harboring great ambitions and a wise mind, providing a warm and secure home for beauties.

Otherwise, what use are beauties to you? Thinking that you don’t bathe for three days and don’t brush your teeth for ten?

Strong men are the only ones who deserve beauties!

That’s the truth.