Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"Right." Raith nodded, he still wouldn't believe how far Mok Jae-Hwa was going to be cocky.

But it's fine.

With all that cocky attitude of his, he will wipe out when he beats the shit out of him.

Both their eyes were locked in a tense stare. Raith held the wooden sword tightly with a tensed muscle. While Mok Jae-Hwa just stood there before him, his stance relaxed and confident, and his eyes were calculative and focused.

Without warning, Raith charged forward, his sword poised for a strike. He moved with incredible speed with a black aura oozing out of him as he plunged forward with that deadly speed.

But Mok Jae-Hwa dodged to the side with a fluid and nimble movement. As he evaded the attack, he retaliated with a swift kick to Raith's midsection, but Raith was quick to counter with a spin, deflecting the kick with the wooden sword.

Mok Jae-Hwa tried to strike Raith with a series of punches, but Raith was too fast. Each punching and each dodging left an afterimage that was all over the place but soon faded with the air.

Raith dodged and weaved around the blows, sending back a series of sharp and precise strikes that Mok Jae-Hwa easily slipped through.

It was barely a minute both Raith immediately realized, Mok Jae-Hwa's cocky attitude was worth it. However, Raith was confident he would win this fight.

He had invested so much in his speed, and he was barely even moving yet Mok Jae-Hwa was finding his quickness hard to deal with.

Mok Jae-Hwa tried to grab him several times but he was too quick for him. He moved with incredible agility, always staying one step ahead. And as the fight wore on longer than either of them ever thought, Raith's speed continued to be a bother to Mok Jae-Hwa.

His speed along with [Way Of The Sword] and [Transcendent sense] created a perfect formidable weapon. He anticipated Mok Jae-Hwa's movements and countered with ease, his wooden sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. However, Mok Jae-Hwa was still not unfazed, that confident look on his face had not gone even though he was barely dodging Raith's attack but Raith easily dodged his.

The two finally gave each other some breathing space, but it was short. Raith did not notice before now that he was already sweating all over his face just from that intense ten minutes fight. He unknowingly had to expend his speed harder than he has ever tried with any monster.

This was the difference between fighting a monster and a human and Raith could see it clearly.

[Your stamina is low]

With just a ten-minute all-out brawl!

"I see... you are strong, let's start." Mok Jae-Hwa smirked. Raith was thrown away by the sudden statement.

'Let's start?! Then what the fuck have we been doing since!'

But before he could get another second, Mok Jae-Hwa closed the distance between them with a sudden burst of speed, his fists raised for a powerful punch.

Even though Raith was caught off guard, he quickly raised his wooden sword for a counterstrike. But at the last second, Mok Jae-Hwa shifted his weight and delivered a devastating kick to Raith's side, knocking him off balance.

Raith stumbled, with his grip on the wooden sword slipping. Mok Jae-Hwa seeing this opening, lunged forward and struck Raith with a powerful blow that sent him crashing to the ground. Raith tried to get up, but Mok Jae-Hwa was too quick. He kicked Raith's wooden sword away and delivered a final punch, knocking Raith unconscious.

The Monarch of darkness was there on the ground, passed out.

Mok Jae-Hwa stood over Raith's prone form, his breaths coming in short gasps. He grinned, 'No one has ever made me spend this much tired in a short time.'

Min-ho opened his mouth, "Hyungnim lost."

***

Raith woke up in his room, the room Min-ho had furnished for him so he wouldn't move out.

A list of messages lined in front of his eyes.

[You have activated Unique Attribute]

[The dissatisfaction failure brings has been activated]

They were messages that have been there for a while now since he passed out.

[All Perks will be explosively in use]

[You have the tendency to devour something]

[You have devoured the opponent's passive skill 'Parallel Thought Pattern(SSS)lv.1']

[Due to Passive skill 'Parallel Thought Pattern' Perception stat has been gained]

[You were defeated and overwhelmed by a strong opponent]

[Level Up]

Raith smirked.

"This is disgusting"

The abyss is giving him so much reward for losing. Hence, complimenting him for being a failure, but that is not even the worst part. He was so damn sure he could beat Mok Jae-Hwa.

First of all, he didn't feel any threatening pressure from Mok Jae-Hwa to put him in a place to question Mok Jae-Hwa's strength. Yes, Mok Jae-Hwa was strong but with his Transcendent sense, he could tell how much of a threat the man was.

'So what the hell happened?' He rubbed his face and dropped back to the bed, kicking his legs into the air... gosh, he felt so ashamed!

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It has been a month since Absalom came to the human world, to be particular, he was in Tokyo.

Things have not been as easy as he thought it was going to be, for a long time he walked and walked, asking people if they knew a young man named Raven Raith, and describing his appearance. It was always a negative answer, in some cases, he would flare up from frustration of receiving the same answer over and over again and that had made him become a regular at the police station.

But thanks to a nice policeman who heard his story and decided to help, he was now tied down in a mental hospital.

The world has seen monsters and surely doesn't find any other story difficult to believe but telling people that you are from another dimension named Felfhiem and you are the demon lord's son?

The policeman made an astounding statement to his colleagues. "I think the guy watched too much anime. Can't you see, he even dyed his hair a red color, he probably wanted to be like Shanks or something."

They laughed it off sure but they are number one on Absalom's kill list should he get out of this place.

Because of the surveillance of the celestials, he wouldn't dare use his powers. There is a distinct difference between the powers that both heroes and hunters possess and that of a demon like him and if he uses it, they would know immediately. It could cause a multi-dimensional war and the celestials have always been looking for a way to start one. So, he had to be careful. All these he was made to understand by his brother Valac.

But still, it was dreadful. 'I don't think I can endure this anymore... being below these roaches, they tell me to shut up, they slap me... do they not know who I am?!!'

"Excuse me sir, your name."

"Absalom." He responded diligently to the man in white lab coat he was sitting in front of.