The dark bag under Raith's eyes would freak out even a ghost.
He sat on his bed with his eyes wide open as the rays of the morning sun subtly escaped into his room. He had been like this the entire night since he came back from the abyss.
After coming back and expecting that, days maybe weeks would have passed. He was devastated at the same time happy to find out only two hours had passed since he woke up in the abyss and came back. But as he attempted to sleep.
It struck him–
'What if I enter into the abyss again and it brings another asura'
The experience was no doubt beneficial and thanks to it he could feel that he has gotten stronger. But it is not something he would love to experience twice.
So he kept his eyes wide open while the night slowly passed while keeping himself occupied with several other things.
First, was figuring out the almost unnoticed change in the silky voice and blue tab. It appeared black in the abyss and had been that way even now that he returned.
Second, he knew that he received some stuff that used to belong to Thard-Harl after defeating him but he couldn't find them around.
Just when he was puzzled, the tab appeared with the title 'inventory' a feature that Raith has never seen nor heard of.
And inside this inventory were the items he received from defeating the asura.
The details about each item popped out on another tab the moment he focused on it.
[Thard-Harl's silver boot]
Grade: Unknown
Details: This boot was worn by the asura named Thard-Harl, and has over the centuries built a monstrous durability, enduring the friction of his unreasonable speed.
[Thard-Harl's Helm]
Grade: Unknown
Details: A wolf-shaped head gear that Thard-Harl used to wear, the gear can block off mental and sound attacks.
'What?! So he doesn't want to have a taste of his own medicine uh.'
[Thard-Harl's Razor-sharp claws]
Grade: Unknown
Details: A three-clawed silver weapon forged by the heat of heavenly fire and has been used by Thard-Harl for over many centuries. This weapon can pierce through anything even rocks.
"Wow, all these items are cool. I wonder how much they would cost at the shop, they would cost a lot of money right."
Raith rubbed his chin as he looked down at the tab.
Onto the next,
"Status"
[Hero Status]
Name: Dellagado Raven Raith
Class: CHILD OF DEATH
Age: 21
Title: Celestia Slayer, One who devours death, Chosen by the claws of failure, destined for damnation.
Dust attributes: the darkness beyond death, the dissatisfaction failure brings.
[Perks]
-.Devourer(ungraded)
- Transcendent sense(Prodigious)
- Intimidation(Sterling).
[Skill]
- Truth Seeker(Sterling)
"wow... will I be able to read mind with this...?"
[Skill details]
- Truth Seeker
- When the skill is activated you can see the target's status information, and you can also tell lies apart from the truth.
'...a little bit disappointing compared to what Thard-Harl could do but I guess it's not too bad since I can see other people's status'
[Stat]
Strength: 21
Agility: 29
Vitality: 30
Intelligence: 39
Endurance: 13
In just one night, Raith went from a totally hopeless guy to a man with prospect, but the world didn't know that –the world didn't at this point know what was coming for it.
"Eh?"
His eyes almost missed the new update.
[Class: CHILD OF DEATH]
- Class Details: You have been chosen by death itself, your path from henceforth will be horrendous and thorny, you will face many trials and will fail endlessly but in the midst of all that suffering a hero is being made.
This was what made a low-level hero different from a high-level hero [Class].
A concept that gave heroes endless capabilities to grow. Even amidst those chosen by the major archons only a few who have proven their qualifications and prospect are able to unlock this feature and their numbers are very scanty.
Raith flung up with a cry of joy. He clenched his hands together and felt his heart quiver as he rejoiced. He didn't know what this class was about. But the fact that he got a class was a surety that his life will change.
Anyways, it was time to take a bath, the sudden rejoicing made him realize how horrible he was reeking, bathed in blood and sweat that had dried on his body.
He slowly snuck out of the room, knowing very well that the motel manager, Mr. Fatty would still be asleep 6:21 AM. He rushed into the bathroom.
The interior was four-cornered and a bit large but not conducive, the walls were cemented, and mold and algae settled on the lower ends of the wall corners. The timely dripping of the leaking pipe caused a slight disturbance to the morning silence but it was something Raith was used to it.
He quickly pulled off the ragged shirt, tearing it amid his haste and as he swiftly headed beneath the shower he made a sudden pause and took two steps back to the cracked mirror.
The reflection of his face was a bit off due to the diagonal crack but his body was well displayed in the mirror.
His frail and thin body seemed to have added more meat, he could see subtle traces of abs that revealed themselves the moment he toughened his stomach, and his dry hard chest seems bouncy a bit. He tried moving like how ripped athletes would but it barely danced the way he wanted it.
Still, it was progress, he was not like the ripped athletes he would often watch on TV but the sudden change in his physique would win him a girl or two.
He had never had the time to while away with ladies because of the kind of home he was brought up in –and after banishment, he has been so busy striving to get stronger.
He immediately remembered that he had to be done in the bathroom before Mr. Fatty woke up and swept away from the mirror to beneath the shower.
"Today will be a long day."
He muttered with excitement as he washed himself up while humming melodies as low as he can.
