RighteousFilth

In a world where one's worth is determined by Archons—godlike entities who watch over everything—the least you can hope for is to get picked by the most lowly of them.

Raith was chosen by the Archon of failure and death. 

Having emerged from one of the three greatest family, he was forced to leave the family and began a lonely journey of being a Hero as he has always wanted. 

Hero–that was the only way Raith could redeem himself and be acknowledged by the world. 

But this Archon is just too useless!

However, everything changes on the day when Raith dies for the first time. 


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Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Raith stood aloof. His attention suspended in the distant between which Thard - Harl had traversed in less than a second. He just took a step and was gone.

Would he spend ten years reaching his own place?

'The thought there is wrong…' Raith grimaced. 'This bastard… did he just dump me?'

It was a very unlikely feeling. As the hollow wind rustled softly against his clothes, Raith turned to his back to straw hut.

Was he really going to be stuck here for the hell knows how long?

He grimaced, mustering enough courage to go forward and enter the hut. He didn't have any expectations for how the interior would be but he was left amazed.

In contrast the the outward appearance, the inward appearance of the hut was acceptable. The floor was plastered with concrete. How could the asura have gone about that? Raith didn't know.

Unmovable