The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 724 - 412: The King Returns_3

Chapter 724: Chapter 412: The King Returns_3

After numerous foresights, the Book of the Future appeared very fatigued, and Rod’s Spiritual Energy was also nearly depleted, but it still persevered to deliver one last prediction.

"The success rate remains unchanged."

As expected, the sound of Asa’s cold laughter emerged again.

"Too foolish, Goddess’ Tears represent the Goddess’s diluted Spirituality, the blood of the Divine Soul, fit for merging with any soul. The correct way to use it is to inject it into the soul."

Rod took a deep breath and used his consciousness to pass Asa’s information to the Book of the Future while mustering up his last bit of Spiritual Energy.

Indeed, this time the success rate soared to 96%!

Great!

Rod was ecstatic in his heart; he had not only found a way to save Jon, but also discovered an efficient method to utilize the Goddess’ Tears!

This harvest was huge!

It turned out that Asa’s soul might still be of some use!

Ha ha ha ha!

Rod was very happy and quickly recapped his plan.

Youse’s joy was apparent, "Worthy of you, I knew I saw your potential initially! Let’s begin at once!"

The burly man snarled, "Wait, isn’t this decision too hasty? He’s a King Candidate, our future King!"

Youse barked, "Shut up, we can’t wait! Jon can’t wait!"

Velas and Vivian also spoke in unison, "We agree with Lord Rod’s decision!"

Even Jon’s deputy voiced support, and with no more objections, they swiftly proceeded with the soul surgery according to Rod’s plan.

Soul surgery is considered the highest-risk surgery in Trolian, involving procedures specifically designed for the soul. Unlike the body, dissecting, analyzing, and separating a soul is very complex and cumbersome, only the most elite medical practitioners can handle it.

Aunt Youse naturally became the leading surgeon, assisted by Priscilla and several top central medical practitioners.

A cart gleaming with silver was swiftly brought over, holding all silver surgical tools.

Rod could tell at a glance that they were crafted from pure True Silver.

Aunt Youse’s bulky frame approached a crystal container; her huge palm picked up a scalpel smaller than her own fingernail, making Rod seriously worried about how she would operate with it.

But the next moment, Aunt Youse’s entire body radiated bright energy, like a steam valve beside a searchlight had been opened.

As the energy settled, Rod was astonished to see that Aunt Youse had transformed into a slender, peak beauty, her oversized clothes falling like a tent, revealing a figure-hugging medical uniform that accentuated her shapely figure.

So that’s how it is!

Rod suddenly remembered.

No wonder every time he saw Youse’s soul, her body shape didn’t match; this was her true form.

The number one beauty of Rose Street, it was no exaggeration!

The stunning beauty, with skin like porcelain and eyes like peach blossoms, grasped the thin scalpel in her delicate jade hands. The cold Spiritual Energy sparkled like a sharp frost, her movements as graceful as a butterfly. As her pale wrists pressed down, Jon’s soul was silently split open, exposing the severely corroded interior.

The petite Priscilla placed both hands on Jon’s head, continuously sensing his soul and communicating with the lead surgeon.

Rod then took out the scarce remaining Goddess’ Tears, and following Asa’s method, infused it into Jon’s soul.

All present were experts; the transformation in Jon was astonishing and upended their understanding, the miraculous liquid was purifying deep-seated pollution in his soul, expelling the corrupted parts, visibly improving at a noticeable rate.

However, this was still not enough; it only protected Jon’s soul and reduced the risks of the soul surgery.

The real cure lay in the hands of Rose Street’s number one beauty.

The soul surgery tensely continued for a full clock hour; by the time Aunt Youse set down her scalpel, several assistants were utterly exhausted.

Aunt Youse, too, was covered in sweat and appeared fatigued, but she still stood firmly in front of the crystal container, announcing to everyone’s expectant gazes.

"The soul surgery was a complete success!"

"We need to wait two months, and Jon’s soul will be completely healed, without any complications."

Cheers instantly shattered the roof, as everyone’s faces beamed with genuine smiles.

But when they looked for Rod, they realized he had disappeared without a trace.

Vivian wiped a tear, "I’ll go find him!"

"Don’t disturb him."

Youse revealed a gentle smile.

"He’s no longer a child but a strong individual now; his matters are certainly more pressing."

Everyone became silent, wondering what pressing tasks awaited him as a Second Level Combatant.

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Fire Hall.

Rod arrived belatedly.

Master Dale glanced at him, frowning, "How come your Spiritual Energy is so depleted?"

Archbishop Horus advised, "He just eradicated Great Sect Leader Asa and his Doomsday Sect deep in the sewers. It’s normal that his Spiritual Energy hasn’t recovered yet."

Master Dale shook his head, "No, a clock hour ago, the signal from the Fire Mark reported his soul was fully replenished, that’s why his combat sequence was moved to frontline... This is troublesome; this team will have to be canceled."

Rod asked, "Where am I to assist?"

"Not assist, but replace. The situation at Storm Pass is very bad, you are to replace Master Barrett and his elite combat cluster stationed at Crow Fortress. They need reinforcements at Storm Pass, but the situation at Crow Fortress is also perilous, so a Second Level Combatant’s team is necessary."

Rod thought for a moment, then said, "No need to replace, I’ll go directly to assist at Storm Pass."

"How could that be?" Master Dale categorically refused, "Storm Pass is very dangerous, we are at a critical survival juncture; even the Elder Council has been deployed. If this battle fails, Trolian could face potential devastation."

"It doesn’t matter."

Rod’s gaze was calm like still water, his voice even.

"I’ll make my move."