Requiem Of A Failed Hero

“Come here you fool”

The commander slowly and bowing his head, moved closer to the lord of the castle.

“Raise your head.”

“My lord”

The commander said as he raised his face slightly to look at the lord.

slap!

His face swung sideways as the lord’s sharp claws slashed his cheek. The commander immediately bowed his head again not having a second to cry as purple blood dripped down his cheek.

“Raise your damn head”

He shakily obeyed the lord’s order.

SLAP!!

The second slap was intense and louder than the first–the commander’s face swung to the side and his body followed, he stayed on his knee to regain his senses but hurriedly kowtowed as the lord began to speak.

“Find me Volmak and find out what is wrong with the Fenrir before I change my mind and kill you on spot”

The lord’s red eyes exuded murderous intent that made the soldiers behind him shudder and shrink, wishing they could just disappear.

“Yes sir!”

The commander shouted and immediately rose, he ran forward but forward only leads deeper into the cell lair. He soon came back running and bowed swiftly in front of the lord who stayed there and watched him. He ran outside after bowing.

…

[You are using skill ‘Lavaration’]

[You are using skill ‘Lavaration’]

[You are using skill ‘Lavaration’]

Raith when he first received this skill thought it was all he needed. All he needed to do when facing a monster was touch it and its death was assured. He was sure that the battle going forward was going to be an easy one and all he needed to hone was his movement and speed.

But never has he thought that there would be a time when the skill would be so useless. No matter how many times he kept using the skill, the melt did not spread and immediately evaporated and this came on.

[The target has developed a resistance to burn and melt]

“Fucking–

wham!

The Fenrir made a sudden sharp turn that flung Raith off his back slamming against the wall, his body flattened on the floor and as he tried to get up he spewed blood falling back to the ground but stopping mid-way with the support of his elbow.

His lower lip was bathed in blood and the Fenrir was just starting with him.

As the Fenrir sprinted towards him, terrorizing the ground with every step of heaviness—Raith blurred forward, with a splitting image that disappeared and appeared in between the legs of the wolf.

‘It worked with the leg before… maybe the leg is the weak point’

Raith touched Fenrir’s forelimb from behind.

The skill activated and began to erode birthing a wide smile that soon fade away on Raith’s face.

[The target has developed a resistance to burn and melt]

Wham!

The Fenrir slapped him away with its leg—Raith’s body immediately slammed the upper wall fell back to the ground and bounced on before finally coming to a helpless stop. Raith was covered in blood and his right leg was twisted in the wrong direction.

His eyes stayed open as blood dripped down his face and the vision of the Fenrir that drew nigh got blurry.

“…I need a weapon”

Raith mumbled still looking at the monster that was now in front of him. The total area his eyes could capture did not include the head of the Fenrir due to his height so Raith was about to tilt his head upward to see the look on the Fenrir’s face but his head got smashed before his gaze could reach up.

[You have died]

[Level Up!]

[You have gained 4 stats]

The Fenrir’s leg stayed on him for a few more minutes with his fangs gnarling at Raith’s corpse before it finally turned and walked away from the dead boy to continue its rest even though the surface was quaking because of its fiery fight.

‘Voice of the world or whatever you are… show me my stats’

Raith demanded having woken up.

[Stats]

Strength: 44

Agility: 38

Stamina: 40

Intelligence: 130

Endurance: 79

Will: 12

Available stat points: 53

‘ha, I still have like fifty-three free stat points. Am I crazy or what…?’

Raith inquired of himself having woken up from his brief slumber and still pretending to be dead while he prepared for this round of the fight.

‘thirty points to strength”

[30 points have been added to strength stat]

Raith evidently felt the bulging throughout his body as he increased his strength stat. There was a subtle pain that soared through his body as he felt his muscles increase in density and tightened, slowly reflecting on his arms and body in general.

‘ten to speed’

[10 points have been added to speed stat]

The same thing happened but was more subtle and almost unnoticed.

Raith stood up and tore the dirty cloak that was covering him, stripping himself naked in front of the monster that now raised its head with a fuming glare.

His body had become incredibly formed–his chest broader, his abs better chiseled and thickened, and his side ridges were visible even when wasn’t trying to take a look.

The Fenrir got up again —this time not even wasting a second. It dashed, walloping its huge body into Raith but all that came to a sudden halt.

The Fenrir displayed a brief show of surprise and put more force on his feet. But all the best that could do was push Raitj forward a bit.

‘ten points to vitality, remaining three to strength’

Raith’s strength stat at 71 was not enough to put an easy stop to Fenrir’s push–but the two seem like they were on the same ground of strength.

It was a tug of war that was more advantageous to the monster than to Raith who was struggling and trying not to get pushed back–even at that his leg drilled into the ground and shook as he tried to resist the force of the monster.

The Fenrir also—using its hindlimb razed the floor repeatedly in an attempt to gather more momentum which was effective. However, Raith’s tenacity began to vex the monster.

It gnarled and gritted its teeth drooling and pushing its head further but Raith held the monster’s head tightly pushing it back.

‘…I can’t keep going like this…’

Raith released his right hand, tilting his body to the left, the Fenrir, not being able to put an abrupt stop to its pushing force rushed forward–

Pow!

Raith delved an uppercut into the monster’s jaw, thrusting the monster’s head upward with superhuman speed. The Fenrir staggered to the side and almost fell but used both the forelimb and hindlimb on one side of its body to support its entire weight. The monster regained its stability but stayed stunned for a few seconds before opening its eyes.

Its eyes were filled with blood that had juggled into the sclera, red-colored blood mixed with drool dripping down the monster’s jaw.

“Ohho… are you… feeling hot in the head?”

Raith said, giggling and flexing his arms joyously.

[You are using skill ‘Air leap’]

He flung into the air as the Fenrir lunged into him, flipping over the monster’s head and landing on its back. He clobbered the monster with several punches on its neck, lowering the monster to its leg.

[You are using skill ‘Instant move’]

As Raith’s figure blurred forward, he grabbed the wolf’s ear and with the ratio of the speed that he moved with, he tore off the monster’s ear, slamming himself on the wall but before he fell he used [Air leap] to project his body higher and landed on the monster’s back.

Fenrir was trying to stand when Raith landed the second time.

The monster began a second round of stormy movement, throwing its body left and right, staggering, and slamming itself into the wall.

Raith held on tight and didn’t let go no matter how much the monster ran around.

“This time… it will be different. Asshole”

Raith said as he clenched his fist and–

“Young man!!”

He was about to thrust his fist into the monster’s body but paused and looked toward where that familiar voice came from.

“Old man Volmak?”

He was shocked to see Volmak in this place.

‘How did he even get here?’

Raith wondered but didn’t have any time to spare to his thoughts as the wolf ran again, slamming its back to the wall.

“Catch!”

The man shouted– throwing a sword into the air. The sword swirled and slipped into Raith’s hand as he raised it.

Right in that neck area, Raith pierced the sword into the monster. and pushed it in so deep that the cross guard was what didn’t let the sword fall into the wolf’s neck. The blade of the sword protruded from the other side of the neck that was connected to its chest and limbs.

A rain of blood baptized the rocky ground as the wolf came to its knee.ｂｏ𝚟𝚕.