The Last King of Darkness

Pain.

Intense pain.

Unparalleled pain, like a husky tearing apart his nerves in his head.

Rode was awakened from his deep sleep by the pain.

”Damn…
why does my head hurt so much? Is someone trying to open up my mind? ”

”Damn it, whoever said drinking can prevent strokes, I'll let them have a stroke first… ”

Rode opened his eyes and was about to get up.

”This is bad, I need to go take some cephalosporin to calm down… ”

However, the next moment, he was stunned.

This was not his dormitory or home, his drinking buddies were gone, and he was not in bed but sleeping on the dry and hard wasteland.

What was even more chilling was that there were many people lying around on the wasteland, motionless and lifeless.

They had clearly been dead for a long time.

Rode's hair stood on end.

Why were there so many dead people?

Was he dumped here?

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But this didn't look like a crematorium.

Rode forced himself to calm down, and as his gaze moved, he noticed more strange things.

The clothing of the dead was strange, not modern style, and the bodies were withered and black, not like normal deaths.
There were signs of destruction all around, but as a man who had watched over a thousand episodes of Conan, he keenly noticed that these signs were not harmonious.

But what was even more bizarre was a lamp.

It was held tightly by a withered hand in the center of the pile of corpses.

Its outer layer was made of gray metal grilles, and the inner layer was thick, semi-transparent glass.
A small, almost extinguished flame could be faintly seen inside.

But the fragile flame emitted a light that illuminated the hundred-meter radius around it.

Beyond this hundred-meter radius was a thick, rolling black mist.

There was no night sky, no stars, no moon, and no sun.

Rode opened his mouth wide, unable to breathe, with only the husky in his head tearing apart his mind.

Undoubtedly, this was not a normal and understandable world.

If the pain had not continued, Rode would have thought he was dreaming.

”Oh no, am I in a strange world…
this is not going to end well… ”

Rode regretted watching so many horror movies.
Various terrifying scenes from his memory flooded his mind uncontrollably, such as being devoured by monsters, being stuffed alive into a sewer, being packed into a suitcase, being made into candy, and so on.

”Calm down, calm down, I need to stay calm now. ”

Rode took deep breaths.

”Don't panic, don't panic.
As Lu Xun said, the best way to eliminate fear is to face it.
Not everyone dies in supernatural horror movies… ”

”I can survive, I can definitely go back to my world.
Lin Chi-Ling, Ishihara Satomi, Aragaki Yui, Asuka Saito，Agano Mei，Komatsu Nana are all waiting for me.
I can't let them down… ”

Finally, Rode managed to calm down.
Just as his rational thinking recovered, fragments of memory flooded out of his brain.

After digesting this not-so-long but extremely fragmented information for several tens of minutes, Rode's heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

This was a world shrouded in darkness, where the pervasive black mist corroded all living creatures, and countless monsters roamed within it.

The only thing that protected humans was fire.

They called it the Guardian Fire, or the Fire of Light, the Fire of Life, the Fire of Hope, the Fire of Eternity, and built human settlements with it to survive in this apocalyptic hell.

The settlement relied entirely on the power of fire to exist, and the stronger the fire, the larger the settlement.The most powerful guardian fire is the Holy Fire of the Royal City, which is also their largest settlement.
All villages and towns are within its range of power and exist around it.

The Redstone Village where he was located was such a settlement, with the task and livelihood of mining redstone for the Royal City.

All the corpses on the ground were members of the migration team from the Redstone Village to the Royal City.

”Everyone is dead? Am I the only one alive? ”

Rode felt a strong chill.

This is definitely not a good thing, usually meaning that he will encounter more terrifying and worse fate.

He didn't know what happened during the migration process, how they died, and how he survived.

Memory is fragmented with large gaps.

”What should I do? Will I die here? ”

”No, it's impossible. ”

”Observe, I need to observe, maybe I can find a clue to go home. ”

Rode looked around and quickly noticed the scattered red stones among the corpses.

They seemed to be artificially arranged in a certain pattern, forming a specific composition with a strong sense of direction.
The center it was pointing to was a strange pattern drawn with blood.

It was less than half a meter in diameter, with a circle on the outside and two intersecting lightning bolts inside.
Its strong visual sense made it look extremely aggressive, while the black bloodstains made it look somewhat eerie.

Rode's pupils shrank, forgetting his fear and headache for a moment.

The symbols on this pattern, aren't they the frontispiece of the dream symbol about courage by the famous psychologist Freud in his book ”The Interpretation of Dreams ”?

The previous experience rushed to his heart.

He was reading in the dormitory, and his brothers asked him to drink.

He didn't want to go, but a friend said that drinking can prevent cerebral infarction, unblock the blocked areas in the brain, make him enlightened, and let his long-lost emotional talent shine.
With a re-reading of his classic secrets, he can become a master of love, a gentle and warm man who can warm her heart with just one sentence, easily chase the goddess in his heart, marry a white rich beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life.

Rode couldn't resist his friend's enthusiastic invitation and his own desires.
Although he didn't drink much, he still went.

It seemed to work a little.
After drinking, he read books such as ”The King of Womanizer ” and ”The Scumbag God's Power ”.
Rode felt that he had already understood the true meaning of life, understood ”Emotional Int