Requiem Of A Failed Hero



Endlessly

Tiring

So much

It happened

Over and over again...

He was strong and inconsiderate. He didn't even want to hear Raith's part of the story.

Are they really brothers, they are so unlike each other and this guy here is crazy strong. He is so fucking strong.

Raith died over and over again until this defining death.

[You have died]

You have died]

[LEVEL UP!]

[LEVEL UP!]

[LEVEL UP!]

[LEVEL UP!]

[LEVEL UP!]

[LEVEL UP!]

[LEVEL UP!]

[You have reached Level 100]

[The abyss calls unto you]

He had never in his life been so happy to hear the abyss call him– at once he vanished from the space he was, leaving the asura brimming with more anger and arrogant curiosity.

He stared at the place Raith's body was laying dead, "It matters much what tricks you use. You can't leave this place without using that authority and the moment you use it, I will know." He said as he stepped back into the darkness fading away for the main time.

Raith opened his eyes to the familiar but long-forgotten dark plains, the endless dark sky hung above with no illumination however, it wasn't difficult seeing anything.

Raith found something strange, '...the abyss feels bigger than normal' He said to himself and stepped forward. He was on a mountain and as he looked beyond, it was different.

His eyes lit up with glow and shock. He was struck by the towering buildings, massive and imposing with sophisticated designs etched into the stone facades. The architecture was nostalgic of an isekai demon lord domain, with grand arches, towering spires, and sweeping curves that give the buildings an eerie feel.

Raith leaped down and began to walk down the streets which were empty and void of any living thing, despite the grandeur of these buildings, everywhere was shrouded in a deep darkness that seems to seep into every corner. The sky was murky black, with no stars or moon to provide even a glimmer of light.

Raith paused and sighed. He let out a small laugh afterward. 'How could I miss this'

All of them were so perfectly hidden that he almost forgot that the abyss was where they all lived. It made a lot of sense why this place was like this.

He could sense small movements here and there, they were trying their best not to get noticed or where they were just too shy and didn't know how he would take the changes. He wondered but didn't spend an extra penny on the thought before calling out Kortopi.

thud!

From a certain height, the dark monster landed in front of him, bowing on his knees.

"What happened here?"

[You should not be worried about that]

"Uh?"

Raith was interrupted, he shifted his eyes to Kortopi after reading the abyss' message. But his dark commander was frozen, everything was frozen, the silent movements had stopped, and the subtle cold wind could not be felt anymore. He could vividly tell that everything was on pause.

"What is it again?" He asked with a narrowed brow as he brought his eyes to the tab that still floated before him.

[You will undergo the third trial of death]

"What? I thought we were done with trials of death?!" Raith flared immediately he saw the message, all the bad memories from before came gushing onto him like a tornado.

[No]

"This is unfair, I can't accept this!"

[You have a path to walk, the day you died first until now we have prepared you for that path]

[However, now that you have reached level 100]

[And the voice of death beckons unto you]

[You are ready to start your journey]

[THE THIRD TRIAL OF DEATH WILL BEGIN]

"Ah..." Raith gave up, letting out a short exclaim as the scenery changed.

Raith now finds himself in a room shrouded in darkness, even with [dark vision] he couldn't see anything. He didn't even know if [dark vision] was working.

Just when he was thinking about that part.

[You are currently in a trial]

[All your skills will be blocked]

'I'm not surprised, that is how you do every time.' Raith complained as the black tab which oddly, was the only thing he could see disappeared.

Raith belatedly felt something in his hands, as his eyes rolled down to confirm what it was, the flames on it lit.

It was a candle, carrying a small and single blue flame.

[Third Trial Of Death]

- Navigate your way out of the room.

That was all to the details of the trial. Raith found it weird but he was glad that was all it took.

He gladly took his next step forward, hastily causing the flame to dance– Immediately that happened the scenery before Raith changed.

"*cough*cough*..."

His eyes widened.

'What? What is this?' Raith's eyeball shook, he slowly brought his unfocused gaze to look at the white-haired lady laying on the bed, her body was so thin that her cheekbones could be seen, and other areas of her body were much worse but she was covered with a quilt with a suave design of white and blue color. Her skin was almost rhyming with the color of her hair, so pale that she could be called white-skinned.

And in front of her was a little boy with jet black hair, donned in a tailed bottle-green suit with his two different colors pupils widened and shaking.

This little boy was currently at this time, Raith.

The woman stretched out her hand to him and touched his chick, she ran her hand down and held his hand, she was visibly struggling to do that much but she didn't stop.

Her face wore a lot of compassion towards the young boy standing up.

'Why? Why? Why? Why am I here?' Raith's mind ran amok but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

As the woman began to speak, he immediately brought all his faculties together and wanted to hear what she was saying...

'Nothing' He frowned in frustration, tears piling up in his eyes. He desperately wanted to hear her voice again.

Even if it was the last time, even if he was going to die. Even if he was going to lose everything he has worked for. He wanted to but no matter how hard he paid attention and wished, nothing could be heard. All of these were just a bring back of the memories that today have formed a traumatic fear he has never dared to face, unnecessary emotions that he hid.

This time around, the abyss was going to be thorough with him.