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

It was even more torturous because there was no way to calculate the time. There was nothing here to tell how many hours had passed.

Raith had learnt from school a way to tell the time with one's shadow. But strangely his shadow was not cast on this strange ground.

Raith arched a brow as he rewind his mind to that fact. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he tried to remember where he had left off with the squat count.

That one was at least meant to maintain his sanity.

'7,899? Or is it 7,999? Is it even seven or eight or nine. I do know those three numbers are there. Maybe 9,789? Argh darn it all!'

The next stand he refused to go back down.

"How the hell is this supposed to be a training?!! All I'm doing is squating you goddamned asura! If you are punishing me for selling your weapons then just say so!"

Raith shouted, echoes carrying the message of his voice to the horizon.

Tamed