The Last King Of Darkness-Chapter 1438 - 696: New Phase (Part 3)

This is not 97 units of Source, but rather 97 units of shares and permissions, equivalent to having "97 units" of ownership in the Dream Realm.

Part of the vast sea of Spiritual Energy passes through the Dream Realm.

This is energy that cannot be stored, only used.

In Rod’s usual understanding, it’s like "free charging."

The more Source he controls, the more Source Energy in the Dream Realm, and the more "free charging" energy he gets.

Using "free charging" energy to kill monsters, acquire Soul resources and directly restore Spiritual Energy with "Spirit Quality," is downright profitable.

If not for the Book of the Future informing him that a considerable amount of Divinity awaited him in the Royal City, he wouldn’t return to the city.

Therefore, when faced with Bossivale’s doubts, Rod briefly replied with three words.

"Trust me."

At that moment, Bossivale felt a strange sensation similar to when facing the Pope, who would often say, "Trust me."

No matter how great the difficulty, upon hearing these words, Bossivale’s heart would become calm and unwavering.

This time was no different.

——

Soon, Rod brought the person to face him.

This was a stunningly beautiful woman, with silver hair and silver eyes, pale skin like ice and snow, an aloof expression, appearing not very old, at most in her early twenties.

She was Mephit.

The Book of the Future prophesied that this person could become Bossivale’s alchemy assistant, and it was indeed her.

She once served as Rod’s dedicated alchemist, providing raw materials for Dream Creations for Rod. Later, as Rod grew stronger, those Dream Creations were seldom needed, and Mephit had not crafted Spirituality materials for a long time.

Rod knew her skill was high, but did not expect it to be so high that even renowned Alchemist Masters couldn’t match her.

Upon seeing her, Bossivale’s face froze, eyes widened enormously.

"Is this, this is the prophesied Son of Destruction who will have three Soul Traits and will destroy the Royal City?"

Rod was taken aback, remembering that Bossivale had not formally met Mephit yet.

The queue of people he had to meet daily already stretched outside the Royal City, leaving him no time to meet her.

"It’s her."

Bossivale’s entire face wrinkled, Spiritual Energy almost bursting in his eyes.

"No, no way, how could it be? This soul..."

He murmured, observing Mephit’s Soul from all directions.

Rod couldn’t help but feel a bit tense: "What’s wrong with this soul?"

Bossivale did not answer, and after a long while, he finally closed his eyes, dismissing Spiritual Vision.

"Lord Rod."

He spoke in a weary tone.

"I originally thought this was just a legend, unexpectedly a true existence appeared in Trolian."

Rod’s heart tightened.

If Mephit was truly the Son of Destruction, then wouldn’t his most capable assistant be doomed?

Mephit remained calm as ever, her silver eyes gazing at Bossivale like a cold mirror, sending chills down one’s spine.

"Lord Rod, you should know what Soul Ripple is, right?" Bossivale asked.

Rod nodded, he was very familiar with this concept. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"In ancient times, some powerful beings would cast their most essential Soul Ripple in the Spirit Realm upon their demise, similar to the Ancient Evil Thought."

"When a suitable soul appears, the Soul Ripple merges into it, becoming part of it, this is the so-called Life of Man and redemption in this world."

Bossivale paused, then continued.

"And some special and powerful Life of Men have systems completely different from ours, their path of growth can only be tread by themselves. Such Life of Men are what I refer to as Platinum Sons."

"You and Alan are the most typical Platinum Sons, the King is also a Platinum Son, but not as typical, because he needs to advance to True King following the same path as us."

"But in extremely rare cases, there might be two Soul Ripples entering the same soul. If such a person can grow successfully, they are incomparably talented, but more likely, the two Soul Ripples conflict, causing Soul Explosion and premature death."

Bossivale looked at Mephit, his expression serious, speaking each word clearly.

"And she is even more rare, three Soul Ripples entered the same soul, yet did not explode due to conflict, living to this day... I am at a loss for words, not knowing if anyone in humanity’s millions of years of history has ever existed in such a state. Her existence is a one in a billion chance, like scattering ash that forms the entire epic of humanity."

"There is no greater Miracle than this."

With those words, Rod’s heart beat heavily.

A single Life of Man was already very rare.

Unbelievably, Mephit was a super double.

He hurriedly asked: "Lord Bossivale, does she have a chance to continue growing? Won’t she explode in the future? Is the prophecy of the Son of Destruction this meaning?"

Bossivale shook his head: "I don’t know, I cannot be sure of anything about her. These three Soul Ripples seem to have formed a strange coexistence state, the potential of her soul, I cannot see through. The curse on the soul seems to have existed from the moment of her birth, reinforced by many others afterward, hmm, such craftsmanship is really impressive, it must have been an extremely strong Spell Master, right?"