The Last King Of Darkness

"Mephit!"

Rod shouted.

"Look into my eyes, what do you see in there?"

Mephit’s lips moved slightly, and in an incomparably weak voice she asked, "Wha...t?"

Rod roared, "You!"

Mephit’s gaze flickered. Although confusion and bewilderment still occupied most of her expression, a crack finally appeared. Next, Rod drew on everything he had ever learned, spitting out every line of sweet talk he could think of in one breath, no matter how cheesy, how outdated, how clichéd.

The level of cringe had already broken through the heavens. At this moment, Rod had entered a state of self-forgetfulness; this long-forgotten knowledge gathered and sublimated in his Soul, reaching an unprecedented height, as if he had been studying and pondering it all his life.

The Book of Knowledge clapped itself shut and fell to the floor. "I don’t want to listen anymore, aaah, this is disgusting!"

Asa also sprinted back to the bookshelf and lay back down. Even Asa couldn’t take it, and had to wolf down two tons of poop to feel better. "How can something this disgusting exist in the world? Good thing I still have gourmet food."

However, a brilliant light flickered in Mephit’s eyes. With every sentence Rod spoke, the light in her eyes grew a little stronger. That terrifying distortion was actually being forcibly suppressed; that invisible, immense power was gradually dispersing. Mephit slowly returned to normal. Although her face was still expressionless, the distortion and hatred in her features had vanished. The remaining chill was no longer so cold—if anything, it was more like some kind of seasoning in food.

More importantly, Mephit’s three Soul Ripples still existed. Rod was delighted to discover that she alone could carry three [Source]s.

The Book of Knowledge shouted, "Master, you can advance to True King now! All the [Source]s have been gathered. Although it’s only one more than the minimum, you possess Spiritual Energy far beyond the baseline—perhaps it can make up for part of the gap!"

Rod suppressed the wild joy in his heart and shifted his gaze to Mephit. She was also looking at him, silver eyes shining with a strange light. She said softly, "So this is what makes you special."

"Yes. You’re the first visitor... well, strictly speaking, the second. The first was the old dean, Theodore."

Mephit was silent for a few seconds. "I understand. This is a secret, isn’t it?"

"Right, our secret. At least before the final Victory, don’t reveal it lightly."

"Mm."

"So, are you ready?" Rod smiled and reached a hand out to her. "Become my Source and help me become a true King."

On Mephit’s cold-ice-like face, a faint smile suddenly bloomed. In that instant, it was like countless snow-white flowers blossomed in a frozen world. "Of course!"

And behind her, on the Dream Realm Tombstone, Mephit’s name shone with an incomparably bright light.

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The process of becoming a True King Source was extremely simple, especially since every Quasi-King was a Dream Envoy. The Book of Knowledge just needed to operate the Tombstone a bit in the Dream Realm, and the matter was done.

The True King Ceremony itself wasn’t complicated either. In essence, it was no different from the Law Alignment Ceremony, the Enfeoffment Ceremony, the Half King Ceremony, or the Primordial Ceremony—only the scale and level were different. And during this period, Rod had already prepared it almost to completion.

But what Rod hadn’t expected was that, just as he was testing whether the ceremony could run normally, Asa suddenly cried out, "Master, Master, this is bad. I suddenly saw that your promotion only has a tiny chance of success. The shadow of failure covers the entire field of view—there is a tremendous crisis ahead!"

Rod smiled. "It’s fine, Asa. Don’t forget, the True King Ceremony is going to use the Eternal Dream. By then, all the Eternal Dreams in the Dream Realm may be consumed in different parts of the ceremony. No matter how low the probability, it’ll become one hundred percent!"

"No, Master, what I saw was the probability after using the Eternal Dream."

Rod frowned. "What did you say? How is that possible?"

The Book of Knowledge flipped its pages and, after a moment, said heavily, "It’s resistance. The resistance is far greater than expected. Master, twenty-six Sources are not enough. We need more!"

Rod’s heart sank sharply. "How could this be? Even Spiritual Energy can’t fully make up that gap? But we’ve already reached our limit. Are there more Sources in Trolian?"

"Yes!" Asa flipped its pages violently. "I’ve already seen them! There are still shining lights in Trolian!"

Asa slanted his eyes at it and asked with disdain, "Who?"

"I can’t say their names. I can only see that they’re not standard Fire Holders, but people from a heretical path. They can also become Quasi-Kings."

Rod’s heart jolted and he asked urgently, "You mean the Unawakened and the Spirit Bearers, right? How can they become Quasi-Kings?"

"It’s simple. By carrying a Quasi-King Level soul, they can become heretical Quasi-Kings. They can also become Master’s carriers. And the key is the Dream Envoys, as well as Mephit."

Rod furrowed his brow. The Dream Envoys and Mephit?

The Book of Knowledge slowly flipped its pages. "Master, this should be related to the Source Stone Plate. After becoming a Dream Envoy, the Source Stone Plate can grant them power. As for Mephit, I suspect it’s linked to one of her three categories of Source Law—Cold Ice, mind control, and Darkening. Through some method, it should help her master powerful Soul-bearing objects."

Rod’s heart stirred, and a conjecture surged into his mind. Without hesitating, he immediately went to find the ’heretic’ he was most familiar with—the White Spirit Inheritor, Teresa.