Requiem Of A Failed Hero



The ground scattered and each detached debris flew as the Asura tilted his head to weave Raith's stomp and rolled out of the way, jumping to his feet and jumping back, with several steps to the back before coming to a stop.

He was frowning and his eyes were filled with contemplation despite hearing Raith said he was the one that killed his brother.

"What was his name again... Thard-Harl?" Raith asked tilting his head with a disparaging look at him, his eyes were like that of a psychopath that was just about to savor the Asura's blood.

"I will make you regret this!!" The asura shouted and immediately raised his hand forward.

Btoom!

A terrific pressure smashed Raith back, pressing him into the wall–

Wrrrinmmmg

Raith's body shivered as the pressure pinned him to the wall, chopping off the bits of the wall surface and stone rubbles began to crumble to the ground. The asura's hand was still outstretched with all fingers spread apart.

The pressure was like a gunshot off his hands and only increased with more struggle from Raith.

The asura was supposed to be in his degraded form but he still had this much power in reserve.

Raith despite being in that state of immense pressure dashed the asura a blank look, he was unfazed.

'Appraisal'

[Target level is too high]

[Interfere using ruler authority Gⁿ=⁰¹]

'Yes'

[Target status]

Name: Egard-Hearl

Race: Celestial

Species: Asura

Level: 430

HP: 700,345/700,111

MP: 33,100

Status: Weakened Asura body.

[Skills]

- Spatial Magic(SR)lv.77

- Shimsedon(UR)lv.50

- Gravity magic(EX)lv.31

- Magic Operation(S)lv.99

- Magic Perception(S)lv.45

[Spatial Magic(SR) lv.77]

- Magic that can manipulate space, store items in a different dimension, cut through space in a targeted area dealing space attribute damage, Large scale teleportation(can teleport a large group of people), short-range teleportation(requires only a short time to activate), Long distance teleportation(takes user to any location they've been to before, requires a few minutes to activate), Dimensional teleportation (teleports everything within an area to target destination, including unwilling target).

[Shimsedon(UR)lv.50]

- An art native to the asura alone, it takes different forms and kinds and is unique to the traits and personality of the Asura himself, information about the skill cannot be seen until when it is used.

[Gravity Magic(EX)lv.31]

- Magic that creates phenomena by unraveling the laws and exploring the truth of the world, Gravity Reduction, Gravity Increment, Gravity Push, Gravity Pull.

[Magic Operation]

- A necessary passive skill needed in order to be able to execute the concept of magic.

[Magic Perception]

- A necessary passive skill needed in order to be able to understand the concept of magic. 

What Raith had read in books for so long was visualizing right before his eyes and that was 'magic' a concept that was oblivious to the world of Therut. He read them from Hallan Lamar's books of exploration and truths and they amazed him, of course, being on earth he has seen several hunter's skills including mage classes, as amazing as they were this didn't come close to the things he had read.

Hallan Lamar explains magic as a more complicated concept, a realization an understanding, and a conceptualization of the inherent truth of laws.

The complication of it was what made Hallan Lamar's type of magic very interesting to want to learn. What Raith saw from the asura's skill information was so like it.

Raith began to drool.

For some reason, he had an unreasonable desire to get what that Asura had, and it was so uncontrollable, before he just wanted to leave this place, he had a little bit of morality left to want to not kill the Asura after killing his brother too but now a strange get a sense of lustrous desire overwhelmed him.

Raith clenched his hand and slammed them into the wall, shattering it completely and breaking into the other side– as he fell into the other side visuals of him blurred and disappeared, next known he was already in front of the asura, with his hand covering his visual field.

Wham!

Raith slammed him to the floor with one single hand push and pinned him to the ground with his hand on his face.

Despite his kwashiorkor-ridden body, the asura was stronger than he seemed, he grabbed Raith's wrist and clenched tightly intending to clench until it was too much for Raith to bear.

Raith looked at him with lazy eyes, his lids almost closing as if he was in a boring play.

"What are you doing?"

The Undefeated King's body constitution was so durable that no matter how hard the asura tightened his hand, it was as if a child of new birth was trying to crush a metal pole with raw strength, Raith's wrist didn't bulge.

Raith grabbed his face and pulled it up, smashing it back into the ground. He repeated it a few more times before stopping, that area had dented and cracked to bits, if only there was a space beneath the ground it would have definitely broken into it.

"Ahhhh... I see..." The asura exhaled, smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke. Raith immediately leaped back and narrowed his eyes.

'What was that?' He quickly raised his hand, all his palm had been burnt but was slowly healing back.

[You will gain 1HP/sec]

He clenched his fist and could slightly still feel the burnt sensation on his palm, he couldn't sway his mind away from what cards the asura had up his sleeve.

"My mistake was thinking I can take care of you without going all out. You are strong, I get the reason why Thard-Harl died by your hands." The asura said, pulling himself to stand from leg strength, like a zombie.

"I wasn't half this strong when I defeated Thard-Harl..."

"Ah, then he must have died willingly." The asura said, smoke continually coming out from his mouth as he spoke, his voice changed, adding a hoarse scale to his tone.

"I am greatly weakened, I can't bring out half my power because I was stabbed with Elshara's Icicle. But I am still enough to ruin your life, don't get cocky because you landed a few hits on me."

Raith's spit gaze glowed murderously, exuding a red aura that pressurized the asura. It was clear he was being plagued by Raith's murderous pressure, blood ran down one of his nostrils but he didn't look fazed by it.

He forwarded one hand and opened them as though he wanted to hold something and put the other behind his back.

"Gravity pull....Shimsedon..."