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Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 274 Overthinker
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'Hunter Raven. He is strong, very strong.'

Mok Jun-Seo was one of the many that were yet to see Raith in action. Except for the brief brawl with Turner and seeing the extent of his soldiers. He had never really gotten a chance to see Raith take on monsters.

Until now...

Even now, what he saw was Raith trying to match the energy of the monster. It was like a returning player trying to test his abilities and skills. Still, it was a crushing defeat.

Especially the time when he saw Raith's punch briefly break the sound barrier and break into the centipede's hull. It was short-distanced so any other person would have not noticed. But such a thing couldn't slip past Mok Jun-Seo's eyes.

Not only did he have a good eye for people. He had a very very good set of eyes for everything. It was because of his beastial nature.

Of all classes of hunters, some are considered epic, like mages and summoners. There are some rare kinds that are considered to be very unique because of their rarity.

Tamers

Beastials

Holy knights/Clerics.

For Mok Jun-Seo, he was a beastial. A human with the properties, traits, and abilities of a beast.

Beastials are in different traits and forms, some are native to water, some air which also causes them to have flight abilities, and many terrestrial. The most amazing thing about them was their senses and ability to transform.

Mok Jun-Seo was a beastial capable of martial art even in his beast form. It made him very powerful and special even amongst other hunters of the same class.

He was no fluke and old age had certainly not taken his mojo.

He flung his gaze left and right, immediately taking in an overview of information about his surrounding.

From the silence that reigned after the frost centipede dived deep with Raith it wasn't difficult to deduct the current situation, a few minutes later. The ground shook again, it was the tremor from when the centipede had taken Raith to another location.

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Mok Jun-Seo narrowed his eyes and dashed in that direction his eyeball in a split moment became slit, like that of a cat. The view of the world fell under the billet of his beastial eyes.

Everything was being perceived differently.

Whoom!

He dashed away like a phantom, leaving only a gust of cold dust to dance around in his wake.

Raith was not struggling. Contrary to how things would have been before he also was not dying. But for the first time, it felt so good.

Being able to slay his enemies without having to shed any blood was a great feeling. He didn't know it was going to feel so good.

He tore their fleshes apart with a big smile, jumping from hull to hull and plummeting them with his bare hands.

He landed on another one and battered several holes into it. When he saw that he was done. He held onto it and used his greed perk on it.

When a creature didn't want to die. When the hope for lice was stronger than anything else, he was capable of total control over the mind of the creature.

Hence, the frost centipede began to dance around with madness. Right now the most Raith could manage was two at a time. Three more were already laying dead on the ground.

In fact, the whole place was a mess of blue.

With three frost centipedes under his mind control ability, Raith watched them wrestle against each other. Tearing away their abdomen with a strong mandible. Hitting each other's back with the first few segmented halls from their head.

They curved their head a little and continued to hit, generating pressurizing air shake with each hit. Their way of fighting was almost like that of the Rams.

Except for the fact that they got drastic and delved their mandible into whatever piece of their opponent they could grab but particularly aiming for the abdomen because the hull was strong, not even their mandibles could have broken them. Which made Raith's strength very incredible.

After a made fight, three centipedes were still standing, two were seriously injured and one was all good. Although it had a few webbed cracks on the upper segment of its hall, close to its head.

Blood was gushing endlessly from the abdomen of one. It looked like it would have eventually died if left alone.

While the other one had several of its legs pulled out during the wrestle. It was barely maintaining balance.

'Arise'

Raith summoned and a cloud of black smoke that was never there immediately began to spread around the ice landscape, his soldiers marching out of it.

It had been a while since their master had summoned them and they were all catching glimpses at Raith's face. Their body had equally changed too.

They were all still black, but the red cracks that randomly stretched around their body were not organized with a core in the middle of their chest. The red streaks traced down their hands, torso, waist, back, and legs almost like a superhero suit.

The dark smoke that they exuded was still eerie, the red blaze of death on their faces was passionate but when it slit for battle. They became angels of horror.

'Master is not summoning us'

Somewhere in Necropolis, three soldiers sat and contemplated the current situation.

'Perhaps that is because he does not need us. I am sure he will need us for greater things.'

Jarvis optimistically responded to Crimson's fear.

Glaring at him with disgust, Crimson shook his head and sighed. Every day with this guy was disgusting.

Who thought him to talk the way he does? Where did he learn it?

Crimson wouldn't admit that it amazed him. To his own consent, it irked him more. Because it was disgusting. Jarvis was optimistic every time he talked. He dashed out compliments like he was giving out sweets every day.

And laughs at even the most boring jokes. He would go out to the lower part of the Necropolis where the regular soldiers are working and randomly start a conversation with them. Not that they could talk but they understood him and he understood them.

Still, it was a very weird thing to do. A leader should be absolute, serious-minded, and strict. Why smile all the time?

This was what Crimson thought. He was going to reprimand Jarvis for his carefree and irritating attitude one day. But every time he tried, he just couldn't.

On the other hand, what worried him the most was Antares' silence ever since the war in Therut ended.

Antares had been silent. Instead, he had been dedicated to sparring with soldiers over and over again. Tearing them apart, they would instantly regenerate because they can't die in Necropolis.

Even now, getting him here was a hell of a work.

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"What need does Master have for us when we are so weak?"

Antares finally opened his mouth to speak after being silent the whole time. He stood up and walked away. Stopping after a few steps, looked over his shoulders.

"You should be focusing on getting stronger right now"

Kortopi's eyes narrowed, and he nodded. Obviously agreeing with what Antares said. He also stood and bowed before the others before following Antares.

They were going to spar again.

"What about you Noir... aren't you worried?"

Crimson turned to the large wyvern that lay on the floor in front of the golden temple while they rested on its dark walls which they had built.

"I have nothing to be worried about. The master will call me if he needs me. You think too much, don't let your mind be the end of you."

Noir closed his eyes afterward.

They were never going to understand, Crimson bowed his head with a frown. He is not like this guys, he has to make sure his master looks at him and acknowledges him. Every moment of Raith's decision to not choose him or call him caused insecurity in his heart.

'Maybe Noir is right... I keep thinking too much.'

Jarvis placed his hand on the young smart soldier.

"It will be well."

There he goes again, with the compliments and nice attitude.

Jarvis was very annoying but really, it won't be an understatement to say that he is probably the strongest soldier in Raith's army right now.

He had completely changed and was the only one that had white streaks instead or red. Either he is very very special or he received some sort of new power from the master.

This nation also made Crimson insecure.

'If that is the case. Why would Master choose Jarvis? What is so special about him?'

Crimson wondered. He was an overthinker.

Back to the surface, without the help of their leaders, Raith watched how the soldiers raided the three centipedes while dying and regenerating.