The Last King Of Darkness
Chapter 89 - 71: Black Trash Can

Chapter 89: Chapter 71: Black Trash Can

Roger kept talking all the way, mainly introducing the functions of Eve. She too belonged to the Spirit Fire Series, and her Soul Trait was the Spiritual Ability Bubbles, which could create bubbles to achieve effects like filtering, defense, and purification.

She could maintain such effects for a long time, so she was always clean and fragrant.

The bubbles could also hydrate the skin, making every part of the body soft and smooth.

In short, it was quite exceptional.

Rod could hardly cope, so he had to pretend that he already had someone he liked. They were childhood sweethearts, talking about marriage and discussing having children every day.

Roger thought Rod was rejecting Eve because she was older, and he started to repeatedly persuade him about how good it would be to have an older wife, and how happy that would be.

But in reality, Eve was not even twenty years old, and in Rod’s eyes, she was just a little sister, still in her rebellious phase. He didn’t dislike her, but he didn’t have any particular fondness for her either.

Eve soon woke from her faint, and Roger immediately shut his mouth, not mentioning anything about their earlier conversation and instead discussing how much they would get paid and how much Hunter Honor they could earn.

Rod didn’t pay much attention to it, as he purely saw the Hunter’s License as a means to leave the academy.

He definitely didn’t intend to become a real hunter.

Rod had made up his mind a long time ago.

Once he cleared himself of suspicion and blew up the invaders, he would return to his hometown and settle down for the rest of his life.

These extremely dangerous and horrific battles really weren’t for him; sewers were dirty and stinky, monsters were fierce and venomous. Who could endure fighting in such conditions and against such enemies every day?

A beautiful manor, warm fire, thick blankets, crystal chandeliers, red wine, gourmet foods, spending shameless days with a beautiful lady in black silk—wasn’t that better?

Of course, for Rod at the moment, this was just a distant dream.

To achieve this goal, he still had a long way to go.

So, Rod had no choice but to study wildly, train hard, and fight with all his might.

Surviving was everything.

Existence itself was meaningful.

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As soon as they exited the sewer, Roger immediately used a whistle to contact the officer of the Iron Cross district.

The Healing Cult rushed over as quickly as possible, already stationed at the Defense Department in the Iron Cross district.

This was the main and most professional medical force in Royal City, dressed in blue and white robes, carrying various instruments, consisting of both males and females, all belonging to the logistics staff and fire holders of the Spirit Fire Series, with over ninety percent having the Soul Trait of Bright Light Power.

This Soul Trait allowed them to control healing power, making them incredibly superior medics.

It was said that as long as there was a breath left, they could revive someone.

The injured were in safe hands once transferred to them.

From other people’s reactions, Rod drew this conclusion.

Upon hearing that they had completed the mission without anyone perishing, the Defense Head with a big scar excitedly gave them a big bear hug.

After returning to the Defense Department, all staff members greeted them with cheer like heroes, and an officer approached specifically to ask Rod:

"What’s your title?"

"What title?" Rod asked.

Roger laughed, "He’s still a student, this is his first time."

The officer nodded, "Then what did you name your first Fire Spark?"

"Black Meal Barrel."

The officer looked at him strangely, "You sure about that?"

Rod didn’t care and casually said, "Sure."

Then, he regretted it.

All the staff members were chanting in unison:

"Bright Light Fire!"

"Black Meal Barrel!"

"Bright Light Fire!"

"Black Meal Barrel!"

Damn, why didn’t you say it earlier!

And Roger, you didn’t even remind me.

Roger, on the side, was laughing so hard his stomach was nearly splitting.

What was more humorous was that the shoutings from the Defense Department spread to the outer square where civilians, learning that another group of brave warriors had successfully returned from a dangerous mission, joined in too:

"Bright Light Fire!"

"Black Meal Barrel!"

The chant seemed contagious, spreading far and wide.

For a moment, the entire Iron Cross district was echoing with these two sounds.

"Bright Light Fire!"

"Black Meal Barrel!"

Rod’s face turned slightly dark, wishing he had thought of a more impressive title.

Fortunately, Big Scar quickly launched fireworks prematurely,

Colorful papers fluttered down from the sky above the Defense Department, signaling the end of the celebration cheers.

The civilians let out a massive cheer, circling around bonfires and starting to dance to sustain the festive mood for a longer time.

However, as they sat down in the Defense Department to start reporting back their duties, Rod was not that upset anymore.

Text began to rapidly emerge and rise in his vision, soon filling his entire eyesight.

Humanity +1

Humanity +1

Humanity +1

...

In a very short time, Rod had gained over two hundred Humanity points, bringing his total back up to four hundred.

Just recently, he had spent 1500 points to extract 150 portions of Humanity and had made three "Guardians of Darkness".

It had come too quickly.

After returning, he definitely needed to study further what other uses Humanity had; such a rich resource would be too big a waste not to utilize properly.

The meeting at the Defense Department ended swiftly, and Roger recounted the entire hunting operation in detail.

Since it was a victory, the review was simple and passed quickly.

Big Scarface was extremely happy; since the elite combat group’s cleaning operation had a major mishap that allowed the Plague Demon to escape, he had hardly slept well all night.

But ironically now, with the defense forces of Royal City stretched thin, Big Scarface had almost worn out his legs gathering such a hunting squad, and yet, they couldn’t find any scouts.

Had this little guy not appeared, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Big Scarface’s face split into a grin so wide that the big scar seemed to crack even more as he repeatedly promised to recognize the contribution of everyone and to report to Hunter Headquarters and Jinworth Academy to award them special prizes.

He would also escalate their case to the top of the Military War Department in pursuit of honor medals for them.

As for the loot they gained, the cremated bones of the Plague Demon, it was left entirely to their discretion.

As the captain, Roger gifted these directly to Rod, declaring him a "strong leading member" of the team who rightly deserved this reward.

Everything was wonderful, everyone was happy, but at the end, Big Scarface specifically asked, "Rod, did you come here under the academy’s orders?"

Rod hesitated for a moment but answered truthfully, "No, I came on my own."

Big Scarface scratched at the large scar on his face, looking somewhat puzzled but still patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "No worries, it should be fine. Considering the number of lives you saved, the Plague Demon you killed was a major threat. This little issue won’t bother anyone. Rest assured and go back, wait for our message."

Thus, Rod bade farewell to Big Scarface and Roger, and took a Spirit Car back to the academy.

The entire event was a huge success, his choice was utterly right, the only slightly disappointing part was that the moniker "Black Silk" seemed to have started spreading around the Royal City.

On his way back, Rod heard people discussing "Black Silk" everywhere.

"Hey, have you heard? We have a new rising star."

"At the Iron Cross District, my wife heard it herself, someone completed a heroic task, the cheers could be heard miles away."

"Black Silk, what a strange name."

"That’s what you don’t understand. When a new star emerges, they use their Soul Trait or the first Fire Spark as a nickname."

"Wow, so Black Silk is his ability?"

"What use is that?"

"You’re really silly! He eats ten pounds of bread, ten black cows per meal; isn’t he taller and stronger than you?"

"Then why call it black?"

"Well, that’s because he only eats black food, like black bread, black cows..."

"Black dung!"

"Shut up, do you realize you’re insulting our hero?"

...

All sorts of irresponsible speculation, and it got more outrageous as it spread. Initially, it was just about his remarkable eating, later on, anything and everything was fair game.

In the end, he became known as a Scavenger specializing in dirty substances, moving daily in the sewers, devouring the black breeding grounds of monsters.

Rod decided he definitely needed to pick a nickname that had nothing to do with black or barrels in the future.

And he certainly needed to change the name of the Soul Fire Spark.

After returning to the academy, the world seemed to return to normal.

It was as if there was a barrier that separated Jinworth Academy from the outside world.

Rod returned to his dormitory building, and his classmates showed no surprise; some were reciting "Holy Fire," others reading "Trolian Chronicles," some swung rulers and protractors, studying "Mathematics and Combat Application," while others gathered around a crystal ball watching images.

Whether boys or girls, the doors to the dorms were kept open, privacy didn’t matter to them, only crowds and excitement showed special fascination.

Since he had returned too late, Rod was scolded by Kashan, who believed that Rod should not relax right after receiving honors and awards, and that spending an entire morning playing outside was utterly unacceptable and must not happen again.

In the afternoon there was a patrol duty inspection at the academy gate by the department head, and he needed to quickly get ready, clean off all the strange smells and stains.

Kashan quickly arranged a complete set of inner robes for him, pushed him into the washroom, and even brought over her own perfumes and bath products.

She almost washed him personally.

Because there wasn’t much time, Rod couldn’t enter the Dream Realm and instead turned on the tap and took a nice hot shower, put on the clothes Kashan had prepared for him, and felt a surge of comfort refresh him.

Afterwards, Kashan gathered the entire group, meticulously straightened their attire, and strictly instructed several details before leading them towards the academy gates.

All afternoon, Kashan patrolled her domain like a tiger, and anyone, even if just picking their nose, received her scolding.

Just close to mealtime, the department head finally arrived late.

She was a stern middle-aged woman with round glasses, and her name tag indicated her name and position.

Head of the Tenth Department of the Third Division, Miller.

She ignored Kashan, didn’t even glance at the neatly arranged students around her, and asked directly,

"Who is Rod?"

All the students turned their attention, leaving Rod no choice but to step forward.

"It’s me."

Miller’s thin lips were tightly pursed, seeming not to be unfamiliar with him.

"Come with me to the Academic Affairs Office."

Kashan spoke anxiously, "Teacher Miller..."

"Oh, Kashan, you all did very well. Group ten can add ten points; today’s patrol duty is over, dismissed."

Having said that, Miller no longer paid her any attention and hurriedly walked to the Academic Affairs Office with Rod.

For the first time, Kashan did not smile because of the extra points.

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