Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"We are right here live! And as you can see on top of that building there is standing two hunters..."

The camera zoomed in on the people at the top of the building although not capturing them clearly.

"...And our sources have identified one of the hunters to be Japan's new disaster rank hunter."

"Patience..." A thick baritone voice called out.

"Yes sir." The black lady rushed into the living room where the man was standing and quickly stood upright.

"What is my schedule like today?" The man asked, he was standing in front of the TV.

"You have a meeting with the association president and then you are needed at the white house, it is a matter of national security."

The man scratched his cheek.

"Is something wrong sir?" The black lady asked.

"Patience, can you clear all that schedule and prepare my plane... wait, how long is the flight from here to South Korea."

"About thirteen hours sir? But South Korea? Why?" The lady belatedly looked at the TV, 'What is it again this time...' she wondered.

"Thirteen hours is too long..."

"Using the Ultraplane that was invented using magic crystals, the time can be cut in half."

"What if we use a rocket, the spaceship launcher? We can make it launch me high enough then I will destroy the spaceship and reroute my falling to South Korea. How long will it take to prepare a rocket?"

"Sir, the new rocket launch that NASA is planning is estimated to cost around 8 billion dollars. However, the rocket is not due to launch and they have this project that they are working on."

"Contact NASA. Tell them I said, I want to borrow their rocket to launch myself into space, I will pay them 80 billion dollars for it."

The black lady's mouth fell, "Turner, you can't pay that much money–

"Shut up, they won't treat it as urgent unless you mention that much money... I want all this to be done in less than thirty minutes so you better get started"

"Yes sir!!" The lady rushed out of the living room.

His lips curved upwards, "Now, now, my little children play as much as you want till daddy reaches the scene."

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"You dare ask me for his wellbeing after running away with your tail in between your legs and leaving him at the hands of his enemies."

"Running away?" Raith glared at him. "You think I ran away? Volmak sent me away! I had no say in it! He did it to protect me."

"You are just making some flimsy excuses when you gladly got shielded by him... isn't that what you have been doing since the first day you entered Felfhiem, leeching off him."

"Okay, vampire. I think I've had enough of you. I have beat myself up enough already at how weak I was... and that is why I pursue only strength so that I can save Volmak."

"Or you are just enjoying your road to fame here in the human world."

"What? Road to fame? What the hell is that?

"A terminology from a Chinese movie that I adopted. In the movie, China's top drama academy stages an American musical "Fame"-China's first official collaboration with Broadway-as the graduation showcase for its senior class. During the eight-month rehearsal, five students compete for roles, struggle with pressure from family and authority, and prepare to graduate into China's corrupt entertainment industry–

"The fuck? Are you going to narrate the whole movie to me?"

Absalom bowed his head, 'shit...I got too consumed at the moment.'

Raith giggled at him, "I see you have been watching movies since you have been here. You have no right to challenge me."

"Shut up! You have no idea what I had to endure to get here... I was locked up in a mental hospital! Watching movies was the only way I could familiarize myself with this world and gain knowledge."

"Yea, and how'd that play out for you." Raith said to him folding his arms.

"You know what? Reasoning with you is useless! I came here to kill you and I will just go ahead and do so!!"

[A New Trial Has Been Generated]

[Trial Of Connection]

> Absalom's strength has been greatly reduced because he is in the Earth realm. Beat the shit out of him, that is the only way he can arrogantly start to accept you.

Trial Reward: Crimson Ring.

Trial Failure: -300 total stat points from all your stats.

'No, definitely not...' Raith's frown became fiercer as he saw the failure rewards of the trial.

Wham!

Just when he was contemplating in his mind, Absalom stretched forth his hand, tearing his palm a little– a drop of blood floated out of his palm, wriggling and suddenly multiplying and stretching, it was so irritating to watch but at the end, the point was a long red katana made out of his blood. Instead of real metal, it was solidified blood all through. The breeze separated as Absalom swung the sword to his side and looked at Raith.

From the way it separated the wind, it was evident that the sharpness and power of Absalom's blood sword were great.

"Bring out your sword. I shall give you rotten cockroach the chance to cross swords with me for once. Although nothing awaits you but disparaging failure."

"Ah, shit!..."

"What?" Absalom asked seeing how Raith suddenly exclaimed.

"My sword, that goddamn knight broke it!"

"Wait so you don't have a sword?"

"Right now, yes..."

"I don't care... this is just another lame excuse for you to escape me," Absalom said and angrily began to walk forward but paused as he saw Raith's face.

His lips curved upwards.

"You are smiling...?"

"Absalom... back when we were in Felfhiem, I was weak. Very weak that you could probably kill me as if you were killing a mosquito. But I just realized, things are different from then. Why should I fight you?"

Absalom raised his jaw and looked at Raith keenly, "What do you mean?"

"Why should I fight you Absalom? When I have an army..."

Black smoke began to loom all around Raith's leg and from the thickness of that smoke could several gazes be seen staring coldly at Absalom who immediately took hastened steps backward as the smoke was spreading toward him.

"What is this? What have you done with yourself?" He questioned with trembling eyes and hands.