Requiem Of A Failed Hero



Raith was faced with a very hard decision to make.

Raith, disciple? This was truly the greatest joke ever. And to add to it–this guy was looking very intimidating. Of course, the Raith that was sitting here was very different from the Raith before going to Therut.

In body and presence, Raith exuded all majesty, almost making his presence comparable to a God. If we were to consider how people and children flocked around him every time he decides to go out, it was as if he was a well-respected religious leader of some cult.

People's eyes were on him, waiting for his decision.

'This bastard...' Raith gnarled in silence.

In actuality, Draear had been pursuing Raith since he woke up.

Teach me to fight

Take me in

Make me your disciple

I want to serve you

What can I do to become your student?

He was always attacking Raith with these words from every corner of the camp.

And every time Raith always turned him down. What does he know that he would teach when he still felt that he had much more to learn himself?

But the Raith right now was still looking at himself with the eyes of the past.

Little did he know about the crystal of creation becoming a new heart beating in his body.

He had not even checked his status window!

Raith knew nothing of himself as of now. However, what others felt from him was something so overwhelming that it could be compared to the presence of pontifices when they carried the messages of archons—at that moment, there was always an overwhelming aura of splendor.

"What do I do... I don't know what you want me to teach you." Raith muttered, bowing his head and scratching his scalp. He was very confused.

He could easily say yes and leave the boy to whatever—but that would be irresponsible.

'It is amazing how you are thinking of responsibility right now. Did you hit your head?' Bal's voice resounded in his hand.

'As crazy as this may sound, I have missed you.' Raith replied with his thoughts to avoid having to speak. What would the people have thought of a man soliloquizing...

'You really did hit your head huh.'

Raith smiled and came back to the matter before him.

"Draear."

"Yes, master!!" He shouted slamming his head to the ground.

Draear was a very handsome young man, in Therut, he was one of the strongest and most arrogant elves, so how? Just what is this man that he would cause the great Draear to be on his knees? A certain person seeth with fury from a corner of the crowd that gathered.

'I will uncover your secrets and show that there is nothing special about you.' The small black-haired boy with long ears vowed, with grinding teeth, and left the scene.

'This bastard cornered me...' Raith looked down.

After all the attempts to approach Raith had proved futile, Draear suddenly appeared in front of Raith when he was walking along the center of the camp.

"Please, sir!! Be my master!!" He had shouted and that is what led us to this point. The people gathered and were genuinely happy.

In fact, it was looking like more were yearning to join Draear on his knees.

What annoyed Raith the most was that subtle chuckle that kept escaping from Mok Jae-Hwa's lips. If he was going to laugh, he should just laugh already, this was getting increasingly annoying for Raith.

What was even funny in the first place?

Before this situation escalated into something he wouldn't be able to control, there needed to be an answer ASAP.

After much thought about what he was going to do Raith sighed.

"Fine."

"Huh?" Draear raised his head in surprise.

"I said Fine, don't make me say it three times," Raith said and walked away before any more of them could come at him–their eyes were definitely looking like they were about to.

"Master!!" Draear shouted as he picked himself up in a hurry and went after Raith.

In another corner of the crowd was Amber Rose who had been struggling with her extreme shyness. She had not been able to talk to Raith since he has woken up, and it has been two weeks.

'I will do it today!' She clenched her fist with resolve and slipped from tent to tent like a spy. She has been saying the same thing for the past week.

In that one week a lot happened, and the larger part of that 'a lot' was the rampant awakenings.

They were trying their best to hide it from the outside world. But things were increasingly getting out of their control.

Before anyone could make any needless discovery, they needed to do something about these people's accommodation. Plus the fact that the 21 days ultimatum that the new chairman of the Hunters Association gave them was now remaining 11 days.

This was why Raith and Mok Jun-Seo were supposed to go to the Antarctica continent today.

"All ready?" Mok Jun-Seo said to him, slightly opening the door to Raith's room.

"I still don't understand why I can't just go on my own. I'd be better off traveling on my wyvern." Raith muttered the former part of his statement.

"You can't do that. We should do things formally. Besides, I don't know what you want to do but if it turns out that you do something extraordinary, you will be facing the entire world. Some things should be done in appropriation."

"Yes yes yes," Raith nodded. As he walked out grabbing the coat of the grey suit he was wearing.

His hair was styled to a slick back, with just a few strands falling over his head. His black and red heterochromia gave him a rare beauty. Very rare. The dude was fucking handsome.

"Wow..."

"What?" Raith frowned at Mok Jae-Hwa, he was still not forgiven for making fun of something that wasn't even funny. He was in an awkward and desperate situation thanks to a certain person.

Raith looked at Draear, wishing he could stone him to death.

On another thought, the guy was looking so cool and manly that he wouldn't mind ordering someone like that.

'Weird...'

Something about it felt good.

"I will be waiting for you Master! Our first lesson, I shall prepare so that I am worthy of your tutelage."

Raith made a mouth as if he was going to vomit. It felt very cringe, would he ever get used to this? He shook his head and waved and he walked out of the house with Mok Jun-Seo.

"Take car–

"Don't you dare talk to me?" Raith lashed at Mok Jae-Hwa before he could finish his statement.

"Come on now? Are you going to hold a grudge all day?" Even while saying that Mok Jae-Hwa was still finding it funny. His mouth was all swelled holding in all the amount of laughter. They would probably burst out if he continued.

"Ah! Damn, I hate you!"

Raith who was at the door left annoyingly. Outside was Min-Ho's Mercedes Benz waiting for them.

Raith frowned as he saw the driver, he turned to Mok Jun-Seo.

"I thought you said it was just us two?"

"Well, you see... the thing is, a lot of us are more broke than you thought. For example, I sold my expensive car so that we would have more money for food." Mok Jun-Seo shook his head and sank it into his palm, he was feigning, playing the emotional blackmail card at Raith.

The deal was that only the two of them would go. Especially not Min-Ho.

"He offered to drive us in his car and he paid for his plane ticket..."

Raith squinted his eyes. The way Mok Jun-Seo was avoiding his gaze and acting all cool on the outside...

'This man is hiding something.'

"Come on hyungnim. We are inseparable, and you should have understood by now."

"Hunter Raven, let's just go."

Raith sighed, it wasn't like he had an alternative, actually... he does but was not allowed to use it.

They entered the car and it vroomed off instantly with a rich and exotic sound.

Clouded in the smoke that was left after the car went was Amber Rose. She failed again today.

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Wham!

Whoosh!

Things were a bit easier now that Whitman knew who the true monsters were. Spears.

Still, this was an uncanny phenomenon, the last time they came here, they didn't encounter any spear monsters that created their own wielder. Moreso, the wielder was looking like a human.

'Something is off about this gate.'

Apart from the plan he had in mind, something was there about this gate that was making Whitman not want to go further.

'How should I deal with this?' He thought as he looked at his master's back which was disappearing farther into the distance.

'Where the hell is Eric?' He groaned out of frustration as he caught the neck of the Spearman that jumped at him.

He took the spear from its hands and discharging his energy like a gale of wind wrapping the spear, it shattered.

That was the last of them in this area. Whitman confirmed looking around and going forward.

If he isn't able to find Eric, his plan would be greatly affected.

His mind lingered on that thought as he carefully traced Li Mingwu's path.

Meanwhile, from his palace a demon that was so invested in messing with humans awaited the result of what his experiment was going to be this time.

"Your Highness, you are already doing it again aren't you?" The succubus at his feet spoke, almost with a pouting nagging face.

But the man sitting on the throne didn't mind and he didn't care, he was indifferent to what she was saying. His yellow eyes had a tinge of delight and the shape of his mouth soon carved into a grin, following the path of that delight.

"Awhhh..." he moaned, again with delight.

"I really can't wait to see how it turns out this time. This time I will be able to cause more despair to the humans. I never thought I would get to name a Phoenix, awhhhh awwhh, this feels so nice." Almost like he was going through orgasm.

The lady looked with surprise, her face had a blank expression but soon a sorrowful one followed, she lowered her head in the shame of her uselessness.

'I've never seen that face even when I am pleasing him on his bed. But destroying the lives of mere humans pleases him so much?'

He looked down at her for a brief moment, but he didn't care. He was too invested in this to care about what his sex toy was going through.

"Now... entertain me, foolish humans." He licked his lips, putting on an even nastier ear-to-ear grin.