Requiem Of A Failed Hero

The sword in Raith's hand stopped a hyphen away from tearing his hand into two.

Raith frowned and smirked as he noticed something. If he had not noticed it, he definitely would have lost his hand for nothing.

Whatever the guy had managed to put into his hand seemed to be suffering more than he was suffering. The organism began to wriggle and the stinging pain that Raith felt stopped. It wriggled and wriggled until it fell out of Raith's hand and on the floor.

Raith's hand disfigured was an irritation to even look at.

But at least now it wasn't heavy, Raith with a sigh, he straightened and raised his face to look at the assassin.

The guy's face was washed in horror, he shivered.

'This makes no sense, I have used this particular skill to kill several people. I can mutate and give any microorganism a mutated trait that I wish. Which is why I had that knife infested with as many microorganisms as possible, not one, not two. It makes no sense that his hand will suddenly reject them!'

Raith raised his hand to the guy's face.

The disfigured hand was slowly finding its place, the drops of blood that had been lost were returning, almost crystallized, they were returning into his wound.

His eyes could not believe what they saw, he was thrown into further confusion. And although they begged for an explanation, Raith gave him none.

"Surely you don't expect that I will not beat the crap out of you for the shit you just pulled with me..."

His voice waned as he replied:

"Is there anything I can do?"

Raith smiled.

"Of course. There is always something you can do."

Reluctant due to the sudden smile Raith wore on his face, the assassin asked anyway:

"What is it... what can I do?"

"It is simple. You have something I want."

"What?"

The assassin still showed evident signs of reluctance as he spoke back to Raith. The smile the hunter before him had was not friendly, it seemed very deadly.

To him, Raith was exuding the aura of someone who was about to take away everything he ever considered dear. And still kill him too.

"How much do you have in your account?"

The assassin raised a brow. This question was quite unexpected for him...

"I have something around forty million, I guess?"

He answered, a pearl of sweat breaking out on his cheek.

Raith frowned and...

Slap!!

The assassin's face was thrashed sideways by Raith's horrifying, lightning-fast slap. He spat blood before returning his reddened cheek.

"If you still have the guts to be lying to me then you must not have realized the gravity of the situation you are in right now."

The assassin's brow knitted together to scowl at Raith. But even so, his eyes went low as Raith's came down on his.

"Look here young man, when it comes to money and gold... especially gold. You cannot lie to me about it... why? Because your riches beckon to me, I can hear them in my mind, screaming in pain of being misused, they want to find their way to my pocket, to my hands, they want to be spent for my sake... and so like every other riches in the goddammit country has been calling my name since I stepped here...yours too have been since the moment you entered this place."

Raith was telling the truth, although his words do not do justice to the intense greed he felt right now. He felt like milking this man dry out of every penny he had. Every house, every resource, every single thing that could bring money. He felt like having it for himself.

Raith had never been a greedy person and this was too much for him to handle, the desire was insatiable. He felt like if he lingered more than necessary, he would start begging from the man.

Only in this case, he wouldn't be begging, since he could take it as he wanted. He would forcibly take all that this assassin had and perhaps for the reasons of justification, he would say it was the prize they get to pay for daring to kill him.

"...I...I...I have around six hundred..."

Raith's eyes widened.

"Six hundred million?!"

His voice scaled high out of surprise but quickly dropped as he realized it. The night was still deep and the sun was far from climbing up.

"What else do you have? Any expensive wristwatches?

Raith covered his mouth. That part of his speech was not something he had planned to say, he looked down at the guy who stared at him with disdain but was sharp enough to hide it and bow his head.

'Should a catastrophe-ranked hunter be asking for things like this? Shouldn't his riches outmatch my own? I heard he's from Korea... are things generally hard there?'

His common sense was challenged. Numerous questions tugged his mind as he tried to find the reason why a catastrophe-ranked hunter would stoop so low.

Raith frowned, hating himself for that minute he bent down and looked at the assassin.

"I want you to transfer the whole money to me?"

"Sorry, everything?"

For a split second, his horrific expression of the situation he was in faded sharply and that of unbelief and irritation appeared on his face. It was only for a split second, that his face quickly returned to reflect the horror of his situation as he realized that indeed this bastard of a man intended to take everything he had for himself.

Raith did not give him a reply, he stayed silent for a while. Fighting a war with his inner thoughts. It made no sense that he would take everything the man had.

'...At least have some morality.'

But no matter how much he tried to convince himself not to take it all, the desire only grew. It was like he couldn't take his mind off it. The thought of it troubled his mind every second...

He had nothing to do with it before now, but now his mind continuously imagined the countless things he would be able to do with the money, even though they were not necessities.

"I will take everything."

He lowered his head to the guy and grabbed his hair.