Requiem Of A Failed Hero

"Chairman! Oh, thank God! I am finally able to reach you!! This is bad!! I don't know what is going on anymore." Director Hyun-shik shouted on the phone as he spoke with the chairman.

"Don't worry, Hyun-shik... things will settle down." The Chairman said with a calm voice.

Most time the chairman was always talking with a calm tone. But there was this serenity that came with his tone. It immediately calmed the unstable Hyun-Shik.

"Yes sir..." He replied and looked into the clear blue sky. Only when the sky turned blue was he able to reach the chairman's hotline.

"Shit! I have to find my hunter!" Vice President Miyoda said and jumped out of the building, breaking out of the glass.

"Kikikiki... I knew you couldn't go on forever. Territory creation. One so powerful that it can even fold conceptual laws to your liken. No doubt about it, you are a catastrophe rank."

Wham!

Raith force his leg out of Turner's hand but it was already bruised.

"Kikikikkikikiik..." Turner kept laughing as he stood up.

"If I will bring you to my guild. I must teach you a lesson, I must show you that we are not mates."

As he spoke, the air around began to get hot, he was fully on his feet, nose to nose with Raith.

He folded his fists, immediately dispersing a massive shockwave that blasted away the cracked wall to bits.

Starting from his eyes to his body and surrounding his clenched fist, yellow sparks flew around.

WHAM!

"Stop Turner" A raucous voice dominated the entire place.

Turner's hand stopped a wee bit away from Raith's nose.

Turner paused like that, with his punch over his head, his right leg was backward as if he was about to do a hundred-meter sprint, quite a strange punch but the amount of wind that blasted off from behind Raith's head was proof of how much firepower his punch carried – and that punch had yet to even hit Raith.

'Shit that voice...' Turner gritted his teeth and pulled back his punch.

Raith stood there frozen with his eyes widened, and blood dripping down from his nose.

"What the fuck are you doing here all the way from China, you old man."

Turner said, shifting his eyeballs to his left where steps from the dark corners of the restaurant which was not in ruin sounded from.

Logically speaking the highest and strongest hunters were known to be in catastrophe ranks. But there exist few ones, three to ever exist whose powers can never be measured or ranked. They have been addressed as world-threat rank but in truth, they are unranked because their powers are so tremendous that it makes no sense.

Too sad that their era had come to an end and all that is left of them is old age and bent backs. But still, they were not to be underestimated and were widely respected in nations, even Kylan Turner wouldn't dare to protest before one of them.

The old man with two long mustaches that dropped down like a Chinese kung-fu master stood and revealed himself. His hair was bald and had lots of them, proof of him being a monk.

He was short and his back was bent and his hands were behind. His eyes were closed but there was one eye on his forehead that was widely opened.

"I can still be in China and be here Turner..." The man replied pointing his finger to the eyes on his forehead.

"Right, the eyes of god," Turner mumbled and looked at Raith. "You must be very very lucky..." He said to him.

"Oyah? Looks like the young lad did a number on you." The old man chuckled as he saw Turner's bruised body and face.

Turner ignored him and just walked away with his bruised body and tattered tank top.

The man looked at Raith who still stood frozen.

"This generation sure is promising..." He said as his body dissolved and was blown away by the wind.

Raith staggered as he tried to move and immediately sank to his knee. He roughly cleaned the blood on his nose using the back of his hand.

"What was that?! What in the hell was that?!"

[You have magnificently completed the Trial Of Connection]

[You have gained the reward 'Crimson ring']

[You have completed a trial without dying]

[You shall receive a penalty]

[You will be sent to the abyss to die at the hands of monsters]

WHIM!

Raith immediately opened his eyes to another scene...

"Why can't you just let me rest for a second..."

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The aftermath of the city as the sky got clear and the atmosphere was bright again was like the beginning of an apocalypse. Although it was all centered on one path of the city and didn't affect most of Seoul.

But the damage was still tremendous.

No lives were lost which was a big thanks to the dark soldiers.

A day passed and the unawakened citizens of Seoul and Korea, in general, were beginning to get uncomfortable and demand and explanation for what happened.

The magnitude of this incident was heavy.

"We cannot let this go! Turner must be held responsible!!"

"I dare to say that Turner must be brought into the custody of our law enforcers. He destroyed an entire city for no reason. We will take no more of this insult!!"

"Right, the minister of health is right, Chairman Mok Jun-Seo, you are the chairman of the Korea hunters association. You can't accept this, this is an insult to our country. You must demand that he be arrested."

"Okay then Minister, will you go ahead and arrest him..." Chairman Mok Jun-Seo finally spoke. The room got silent at once and they all began to clear their throat looking in other directions.

"You sit in your offices, with your potbellies, and say 'You must get him arrested' fuck all of you, do you not know that he is a catastrophe-ranked hunter. Such existence is beyond even the powers, and laws of a nation."

"Mok Jun-Seo, that is no way to talk to elders."

"Let it rest Vice President, these guys are at max, two, three years older than I am. I have been in this long enough to know how it goes. It is always the same thing over and over again. Amongst you all, there are few that are awakened but did not register as a hunter because you know that you can enjoy and reap the rewards that hunters reap while sleeping in your houses and sitting behind luxurious desks.

We put our lives on the line every day and that is the same thing that would happen should any of us dare to hold Turner for his mistakes."

"What do you suggest that we do? There must be a way to assure the citizens?" The vice president asked.

"You all do what you are best at doing and leave this to me... find a way to appease the public on your own. I will take care of Turner." The chairman said and stood up, adjusting his suit jacket. He bowed his head slightly at all the ministers sitting in the broad, exotic, and luxurious conference room, then majestically walked out.