Requiem Of A Failed Hero

All the available agents in the area that surrounded the swelling gate suddenly pointed different weapons, swords, daggers, and guns at the stranger that landed on the scene. Cladded in a black helmet that seemed to be exuding black smoke so deeply even though the day was bright and should have dimmed it.

“Merchant Raven?” Agent Jong-Su’s voice of recognition made them show slight repulsion like they were just waiting for it. They would rather not have to confront him, they couldn’t tell how but it was like their muscles, their limbs could recognize the gap of difference in strength on their own.

The man nodded to Agent Jong-Su, who immediately ordered them to stand them.

One of them’s legs was already shaking by the time Agent Jong-Su commanded them to stand down, and the majority of the others all had sweat formed all over their faces. The look the helmet alone gave Raith was one of a villain of darkness, born and raised.

“Is this the gate?” Raith asked as he looked at the blue gate.

“Yes sir.” Agent Jong-Su responded to him with a formality ring to his thick tone. ‘…what is with the get up…is it some kind of skill?’

Not only Agent Jong-Su was curious about what that helmet was but none of them was going to get their answers. The reporters that swarmed the place began to take numerous pictures of Raith, and although the association tried to caution them, it was to no avail.

“What is the rank?” Raith didn’t mind and nor did he care about the reporters.

“It is a rank B. I don’t know what is going there have been more reports of high-rank gates emergence.” Agent Jong-Su stated frowning his face as he spoke.

“Hmm… I can go in alone, right?”

“Of course, but I was thinking of sending a few hunters along with you. They are hunters from the association. Because of what happened the last time.”

“It is fine Agent Jong-Su. I can handle this alone”

Agent Jong-Su couldn’t identify the reason why a feeling of joy seeped into his heart as Raith pronounced his name, even though it came out with a cold tone. .𝙘𝙤𝙢

He blushed.

“Okay then. I will talk to the association chairman about this.” Agent Jong-Su replied to him and nodded, giving Raith a go-ahead gesture.

Raith naturally proceeded into the gate.

[You have entered a dungeon]

[Dungeon Information]

– This is a dungeon that is said to contain golems that protect a certain treasure.

– Dungeon rank: B

“…that’s all?” Raith was surprised. ‘Oh, so now you decide to be silent.’

He looked forward, finding himself in the middle of a scorching desert. Not that he felt the effect of the heat but with the intensity of the sun, he could tell.

“A golem dungeon…” He muttered as he pressed further. ‘And what is that about treasures.’

Just as he takes another step, he heard the sound.

CREAK

Like someone had opened the doors to hell.

Wooohhhmm

The sands of the desert began to rise, each at a different angle, rising to form a humanoid creature, molded out of the sand, standing 7 ft tall with an incredibly strong and resilient body. Their skin was rough and coarse, resembling thickened clay. And their eyes were empty void of pupils or irises which gave them a hollow feel.

“Hmm…”

Despite being surrounded by several golems in an instance his reaction was ‘hmm’. Surely our Raith had changed.

‘I don’t know why but I can’t feel anything. I wonder if it has anything to do with the darkness in me rising.’

Raith looked at the golems, turning around to catch a full glimpse of them.

“It’d be nice to add them to my collections.” He mumbled as he looked down. He could feel the surge of darkness within himself, his chest, his bloodstream, his feet, his shadow that was faintly cast on the ground, he could feel it inside of him, the presence of his summons.

He had the question of where they go when they are not summoned but it was a question he sort of knew the answer to– The Abyss.

And he could feel it inside of him. The presence of the abyss.

‘I can feel their desire to get into action… like they want to show me what they can do.’ Raith’s lips arched up.

“Well, I can’t wait too.”

“Come forth”

Black smoke, thick as a fog suddenly spread around Raith, coming out of nowhere. Black hands began to plunge out from the ground, pressing down the floor to step up.

In the next minute, all of Raith’s summons were already standing around him, with Fenrir towering over all of them, and being the tallest creature from both sides of the monsters.

The golems, as of they could sense the enmity of darkness that was exuding from Raith’s soldiers, charged immediately, tearing through the shadow soldiers with smashes. It was an easy fight for the golems.

All of Raith’s summon except Fenrir and Cheche who stayed back.

Right, Cheche.

On Raith’s right side stood a sturdy and bulky shadow summon, all his body black, except for his eyes that were flaming purple aura and streaks of purple line that ran down his thick black body like a crack. That shadow summon was the Orc Chief.

“Useless… weak, all of them are weak as hell.”

Raith’s eyeballs shifted to his right. He didn’t need to talk, Cheche spread open its hands and the black smoke flowed out of it, condensing to one point to reveal the monster’s sledgehammer, black with purple streaks all around it and black sparks flying around him and the hammer as he stepped forward.

!Whamm!

The monster lunged itself into the air and while in mid-air, swung his hammer an arc from the side, smashing the head of the golem into bits of stone that scattered across the desert.

Thud!!

The golem’s body came crumbling down just after Cheche landed, placed his hammer on his shoulder, and looked back at Raith with a smug face. He couldn’t talk but it was clear what he was trying to communicate.

“This silly thing, don’t get cocky because you defeated one golem.”