CHAPTER 919: CHAPTER 489: THE EIGHTH FIRE SON (PART 2)

"It concerns Lord Meredith, but more importantly, Lord Theodore."

"He told the King long ago that if Rod ever became Special Level, the Ashen Throne should be opened for him, making him the Fire Son."

"Although you have not reached Special Level, considering your supreme contributions to Trolian, the King and the Supreme Council have jointly decided to make an exception for you and secure the position of Fire Son for you in advance."

"This is also the unanimous result agreed upon by Jelaba, Luo Weiya, Olivia, Misha, four Special Level Combatants, and one hundred sixty-seven First Level Combat personnel."

"You truly deserve it."

Rod scratched his head, his face slightly red, and said somewhat bashfully, "You are absolutely right, I truly deserve it."

The envoy looked at him strangely, casually saying, "That’s right, that’s right... uh."

He leaned closer, speaking in the faintest voice.

"The King asked me to send regards to Lord Theodore."

A trace of wariness flashed in Rod’s eyes as he said with a dry laugh, "The last piece of Lord Theodore’s Soul Ripple has already been used up by me..."

The envoy smiled and lifted the Spiritual Power Barrier.

"Then, I shall return to report."

"Farewell, future Fire Son, our Protector, may the Holy Fire always guide your path."

Rod nodded, "Safe travels, may the flame continue to be passed on, may humanity endure forever."

The envoy bowed slightly and then departed.

But the matter was not over, the tens of thousands of supplies he brought were still left in the hall.

Rod scratched the back of his head, feeling a bit dizzy, and casually said, "Molly, these matters are now yours to handle."

Molly adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and replied in her eternally unchanging tone.

"Leave it to me, Master."

Rod turned around, continuing to place his hand on the Star Chart, striving to extract spirituality from his soul, applying it to the surface of this Divine Artifact.

The spirituality just extracted still carried the residual warmth of his soul, and since it had not lost its activity, it appeared as a murky white.

These hot, semi-transparent liquids are the soul’s essence blood; consuming too much will leave the soul exhausted and listless. If it exceeds limits, it may cause damage or even threaten life.

However, Rod had to do this. Only by applying the living spirituality of the Artifact’s owner onto the Star Chart could its efficiency be significantly enhanced, reaching the limit of one drop every three days.

If Rod could extract more and fill it inside the Star Chart, then it might be possible to obtain two drops every three days!

One drop of Star Source, 8 points of Divinity.

Two drops of Star Source, equate to 16 points of Divinity!

Previously, Rod would complete a major task and fight valiantly for many days just to earn 10 points of Divinity.

And now, he virtually needed to do nothing to earn 16 points!

What could be better than this?

Lately, Rod wished he could sit in the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground of Starry Sky City every day, filling the Star Chart with his essence to make it drip more.

However, even though Rod was young and vigorous, with a robust spirit, such unrestrained consumption was somewhat unbearable.

Dizziness, weakness in limbs, and coolness in the lower back were also frequent symptoms.

To stabilize the continuous acquisition of Star Source, Rod could only hold back a bit, just coating the exterior each time.

Of course, obtaining Divinity is not limited to this method; as a Royal City of an incredibly powerful ancient Human Kingdom, Starry Sky City has a vast legacy, from which Trolian can derive countless valuable items.

If this matter is handled well, it obviously heralds another substantial amount of Divinity.

Moreover, with the death of the Starry Queen, the barriers of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground are gradually collapsing.

To ensure the safety of this ancient Divine Artifact, completely cleansing Starry Sky City is imperative.

For this purpose, the Royal City dispatched a Fire Guardian, carrying a Guardian Fire, to install the fire in the King Artifact of the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground.

After fifteen hundred years, the light of fire shone upon this space once more.

The King Artifact is a vessel for the Holy Fire, allowing the Guardian Fire to burn freely within it without any restraint.

Lighting the fire signifies having an outpost.

A large number of High Rank combatants, logistics personnel, medical staff, and even production personnel followed suit.

The Royal City even thoughtfully transferred Rod’s original team and assigned an experienced governor to manage Star Town.

Rod didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at this.

It seems the Royal City wants him to replicate the miracle in Star Town, establishing a superhuman outpost anew.

But the problem is, Star Town was just a small town, insignificant in the vast Starry Kingdom. At the time, if not for the Royal City wanting to test the feasibility of expansion, taking Star Town required no effort at all and did not need Rod’s involvement.

While Starry Sky City being the Royal City of Starry Kingdom, taking it thoroughly and transforming it into a human outpost is an entirely different scale of difficulty.

Nonetheless, his team has immense confidence in him.

Since Rod left Star Town, the series of miracles he created further deified his image in their hearts. To them, Rod possesses infinite possibilities, and there’s nothing he can’t accomplish.

Even when Rod became a Guardian at a miraculous pace, they felt it was only fitting, as something Rod deserved.

Among them, Molly was the most exemplary.

After not seeing her for many days, this beautiful female deputy remained as serious-faced, aloof, with Wind Black Silk still adorning her long legs, showcasing her impressive allure.

Rod uncontrollably touched it, inhaling the faint fragrance from his fingertips, and couldn’t help but ask, "Did you wash it?"

Molly’s stern eyes turned towards him, inexplicably making Rod feel a bit guilty.

"After you left, I kept it well-preserved, and besides, it has self-cleaning capabilities, no need to wash... even if your hands are covered in unidentified dirt."

"Impossible, my hands are very clean!" Rod rubbed his hands, some black dirt fell off, and he immediately changed the topic, "Molly, how has Star Town developed in the long time I’ve been gone?"

The establishment of this outpost was significantly linked to him, and even in his absence, the subsequent development could provide him with a portion of Divinity.

Molly calmly replied, "Due to the Royal City’s expansion operations, Star Town is no longer the Dark Frontier, the population underwent another surge, surpassing ten million, and established multiple routes with the Royal City, making travel between Star Town and the Royal City extremely convenient. Ghost Spirit Lake and other places provided all food and water sources, all minerals were being efficiently extracted, and before I was transferred here, Star Town was expanding its arable land, and the Royal City had designated it as the core outpost in the west."

"Well done!" Rod praised, "You’re still so excellent."

Molly calmly looked at him, "Master, I will handle Starry Sky City well."

Rod’s head began to ache again, after accidentally revealing something in a conversation with the Book of Knowledge, somehow, Molly started calling him Master as well.

He wanted Molly to revert her address, but he didn’t know how to say it, so he pretended not to hear.

This female deputy was extremely capable, most matters could be entrusted to her.

To obtain more Divinity from Starry Sky City, she was essential.

After a deep conversation with Molly, Rod walked out of the room.

The once dark and gloomy Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground had become bright and orderly, layers of ash cleared, damaged areas restored, and vitality filled the atmosphere.

It must be said that these production personnel were incredibly strong, transforming this place anew within a few days, almost unrecognizable as the location where he once battled the Starry Queen.

The Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground in Starry Sky City was vast, ample enough to house various personnel.

The supplies transported from the Royal City were stored in a designated warehouse, where countless people busied themselves moving the latest batch of supplies into the warehouse.

"Good day, Lord Fire Son."

"Hello, Blacked Rice Bucket."

Everyone who saw Rod greeted him with heartfelt bows, even though he was simply the Reserve Fire Son, it seemed that everyone believed he would become the Fire Son.

Rod returned the greeting to each person, feeling the enormity of it all.