The Last King Of Darkness

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.