Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Raith charged forward, his sword aimed at the Ogre's chest, but as the monster swung his hand again, Raith was met by an invisible barrier that sent him flying backward. Immediately the Ogre released a barrage of magical bolts that pummeled Raith's body leaving holes in several areas. Blood poured down his mouth and other areas of his body effortlessly as his knee sank to the ground.

[You have died]

[Level Up!]

How long has it been now?

Raith had no idea, it was as if he had lost count. It was very hard to cover the distance that was between him and the Ogre. With those annoying magical attacks, also the invisible barrier that is around made it impossible to reach the Ogre.

Magic.

Raith has heard about it no doubt since it is a type of attack pattern in their world that is meant for those that are not adept with the sword or are not fond of it at all.

But he never really thought much about it because he believed that all they do is hide behind distance and do some incantations. Don't get me wrong.

He still thinks so— that is the reason why he found this Ohre to be extremely irritating.

[Due to title effect you will be revived]

"How is this even possible? How are you not dying?!!"

This was the only part he enjoyed. That nasty and trembling look on the Ogre's face each time he rose from the dead, it was almost giving him orgasm.

'I can keep dying just to see this bastard dread every time I woke up.'

Raith pulled himself up again, staring at the Ogre in the face.

"It doesn't matter how much you stand up again. You can't fight me, it is useless"

The Ogre stated and launched a series of blue fireball attacks that clobbered Raith before he had the time to move. He was all burnt up on his face but he moved forward regardless, desperate to close the distance between him and the mage, he swung his sword an arc from below forcing his memories to replay how efficiently and effortlessly he wielded the sword when he was using the sword skill. Even with that much struggle, he could only remake a fraction of it.

The Ogre stepped the sword down with one leg and with the other leg swung a kick on Raith's cheek, sending him tumbling away. Even as his body came to a stop, the Ogre appeared before him and stabbed his feet into him, plunging deep into his ribs and not caring if he broke something along the way.

Raith let out a cry as blood splattered everywhere on his shirtless body. He clenched his hands so tight that blood streamed down his palm, and his teeth were gritted and grinding against each other.

The pain was excruciated and was on another level. He had not met an opponent this ruthless.

"Die for me! Die for me!!"

The Ogre shouted with a dismayed expression and he continued to stan his feet into Raith's body until he heard no response.

"Have you finally died?"

He looked down at Raith's helpless body and stepped back a little. Before he could take his next breath, the wound that was immersed in blood began to heal, although still leaving the lost blood and splattered blood around, it was fully closed and anyone would have thought it was never there if not for the pool of blood that Raith was in.

"No matter how much you kill me."

Raith mumbled as he got ho slowly

Wham!

But before he could say any more the Ogre swarmed a kick unto him, throwing him away towards the throne. The Ogre appeared next to him, lofted him by his head, and began to batter him with punches on his face.

"Is this the best you can do? Did you defeat the Orc chief like this? How disappointing?!!"

pow pow pow pow pow pow

The sound of his punches reverberated through the entire throne room and the night as a whole.

WHAM!!

He dredged one final punch into Raith's belly– that one smashed him into the height of the throne seat and as he fell, he died on the seat with his head dropping and his blood streaming down the entire seat.

The Ogre looked towards the throne and gave an irritated glare.

"That place is not meant for you."

He appeared in front of Raith and grabbed his hair, he was about to start pulling him down but the dead man's hand grabbed his wrist.

The Ogre paused for a moment, looking at Raith who held his hand, and his head was still dropped like he was dead.

"How persistent of you."

The Ogre spread his hand open creating an ice lance in the air and drove it into Raith's chest pinning him to the seat.

"I ruined my throne seat. Damn, it was never mine, to begin with... I can make a better when I remake this realm."

He mumbled as he walked away from Raith whose body had lost all strength.

"Ba'al...Hadaad... Rkb'rpt...

Words that even he had no idea where they came from.

[You have recalled a fraction of your true name]

[The Abyss has found your Origin]

[Things are getting interesting]

The entire space before Raith suddenly went blank and everything turned to a world of burning shadows.

[I must admit this is unforeseen]

"Uh?"

Raith found himself standing amidst the burning shadows, it was talking to him, the voice that was like a trembling floor was ringing from the flames of shadows.

"Who are you?"

[A question you already have an answer to]

"The abyss? The abyss!"

Raith was sure of it.

"I have questions for you! Why me?! Why did you choose me?! Why have you decided to make me an object of your suffering?!! I want to fucking kill you right now so show yourself!!"

[The Strongest of men are forged by the deadliest of paths]

[I do not exist to give power on a platter of gold]

[Power in the hands of an incompetent only brings ruin and destruction]

[If you will host me, then you must be worthy]

[And make no mistake, I didn't choose you]

[But now, that I know who you are... this might just get more interesting]

Wham!

Raith returned to the reality he was in and slowly opened his eyes as he was revived once more.

[A Sub–Trial Has Been Generated]

[Class Change Trial]

> The abyss has found you worthy having confirmed your origin, the abyss has offered you a class change trial.

> Kill the Ogre

> All Skills will be locked

> Title effect 'One who devours death' will be locked, i.e if you die, you die for real.

> Your merit for class change will be calculated based on how much you suffered.

> You have 00:04:59:58 to defeat the monster.

> If you fail, this will be the end of your Path.