Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Raith lazily lay on the table with eyes to the sky and hands on his chest, slowly tapping a beat to his ears while he dealt with the unbearable boredom that he has been managing for four months now.

It's been eight months since he entered Felfhiem, four months spent in the abyss, and the remaining four he was currently spending.

What bothered him the most was that the abyss for good four months after telling him to 'show his worth' has not said anything. How was he supposed to prove his worth, well he did pick a new wood-chopping skill thanks to his tendency to devour, even old man Volmak couldn't measure up to him when it comes to chopping wood. His chopping accuracy was so neat that the wood had no rough patterns, he was able to split the single wood into eight different parts with just one.

Over the months he had learned the real use of the perk 'Devourer' and he was seeing the potential of the skill to become his greatest trump card.

There are other things he had been able to learn too.

Especially information regarding the races that existed in Felfhiem.

The lowest on the ranking of races were the lower fiends such as hell hounds, achaierai(wingless birds), baghest(shape changers), night hags, nightmares, and many others but of low intelligence and could be likened unto animals because of their level of intelligence... even though some of them could pose real threats when used by an intelligent life form.

Then we have the LAMURA who are fiends without a physical boy, they are like wraiths and ghosts and can possess any item or creature for an extensive period.

AKTE'Z fiends have physical bodies although ranging in types and are mostly without wings.

YUGOLAS have two sub-races which are incubus/Succubus and Vampires, although the two look almost alike but are two different races and have nothing in common.

The TANARS are a race of fiends with explosive defensive ability and are mostly always built like a minotaur in several ways of course, as there is no stereotypical formation to the constitution of a fiend's body.

The OBRINTHS are the second strongest race and part of which the dark elves are grouped with because of their likelihood. Obrinths are an external race who were accepted by the abyss i.e just like Raith, the door appeared to them when they had nowhere else to go.

The DEMONS, the primal and first existence of Felfhiem, and the strongest race. They have no subrace, however, are the only fiend who are capable of evolution.

When a demon is born, he starts from the lowest level of evolution~ Lesser demon > Greater demon > Archdemon. Except for rare cases where both parents are powerful demons of the highest evolution, the offspring may naturally be born as a greater demon but never an archdemon.

"This old man, thanks to me is making more money but he never takes me to the city. It's been four months and I have never seen the city not even once."

Raith flung up and crossed his legs.

Looking for an excuse to enter the city.

That was when 'it' happened.

The air afar off suddenly got violent and began to blow like a whirlwind but at a stagnant point.

Raith who was getting consumed in the confusion of what was happening before him suddenly heard a mechanical beep.

[A Dungeon has appeared]

[The Abyss has presented you with an emergency trial]

[Emergency Trial Of Worth]

> Kill 50 monsters in the dungeon

> Kill 100 monsters in the dungeon

> Kill 200 monsters in the dungeon

> Kill 500 monsters in the dungeon

> Kill all the monsters in the dungeon

> Kill the dungeon owner.

[Your worth would be proven according to which of the trial you complete]

"huh?"

Before Raith could take his next breath, the whirlwind suddenly sucked him into a massive blue portal that broke out of space.

***

The news of Yao Djansi's passing broke not just the country but the entire world, at this point unrest began to rise.

If Yao Djansi can lose his life to monsters we can definitely die too!

What are the heroes doing!! You are supposed to be our protectors!!!

Perhaps it is time to wake the archons!!

We call for protection!! The country is responsible for us normal citizens!!!

Using their weakness as an eligible reason to be answered and protected the citizens of Rigeria began to protest around different parts of the nation and demanded that the country take care of the dungeon as fast as they can before things get bad and they become the second country that is turned to ruins because of a level 10 dungeon.

But no matter how hard they protested, the hands of the government were tied–perhaps it was to protect their selfish pockets. The only country willing to help them for a reasonable amount of money after seeing what happened to Yao Djansi was Pomei Empire but even though they were preparing to raid the last level 10 dungeon that appeared in their city has learned a big lesson from the first two.

The Imperium issued an order for both the guild and the Imperial association of Heroes to work together.

Lehman city was filled with heroes and from an aerial view was like a swarm of protests.

Different heroes and guilds were all in their armor and with their guild flags raised in the air with the strongest hunters at the forefront of the crowd and closer to the red portal that swirled endlessly.

"I see even you are here."

A tall jet-black hair young man with a skinny face said to the lady that just came out of the crowd and stood beside him with her hands folded and her eyes fixated on the portal in front of them.

She turned her face.

"Ah, If it isn't the prominent Black Swordsman"

She said with a short chuckle and turned her face to the portal.

Somehow, her short greeting was the most displeasing thing Curtis has heard today and for some reason, it annoyed him. But he wouldn't want to make a scene in this setting, he had the dignity of his family to uphold since his younger brother had crashed it to the ground. Besides, he wouldn't dare... to a level O hunter.

He brushed his hands through his shoulder-length hair and exhaled.

'...What is this? Now that I have seen his brother, his face looks so regular... I guess he got all the goodness of his family and its ugliness too.'

Even though Amber Rose Mor'Deus' attention was fixated on the portal something else occupied her mind.

Ever since her encounter with Raith, she had always felt restless and worried–worried about the way she responded, concerned about how society would treat him.

She had asked around several times and was able to eventually get his residence but he was not around, she went twice again for one month, but couldn't meet him and her visit was beginning to get suspicious to the eyes of the slums so she stopped.

But she still wouldn't be able to get her mind off him sometimes. Was it pity? She couldn't answer the question but she could only relate it to the feeling of pity.

'...he did seem like a good man though... I wonder where he has been?'

She heaved a last sigh as she refocused her gaze on the take ahead of her.

'Raith or anything won't matter if I don't survive this dungeon.'

She tightened her grip and adjusted the golden breastplate of her armor, sizing her breast perfectly into it as they got ready for the raid.