Growing up, Raith was not a dumb child, all his life he had to live it by the books, there were etiquettes, about how things should be done in stylish elegance. But all those times, what had truly been happening to him was sealing and suppressing.

The desire to catch up to his father and brother was subconsciously birthed from his longing to be acknowledged by them. Maybe his rage was his way of convincing himself otherwise but his talent and prospect were buried by the noble life he lived because no one recognized how much of a genius he was –except his first true foe.

Thard-Harl stood ten meters apart from Raith but he could tell.

“Those eyes are burning!”

A nasty grin spread his lips, immediately switching his calm and collected demeanor to a rogue kind.

He carefully took his steps closer to Raith, each step got faster and before long he dashed towards Raith at full speed who in response dashed head-on into the coming asura.

‘Foolish!!’

His response was to face an armed asura head on, perhaps he had not come to fully grasp how powerful an asura was.

Thard-Harl widened both claws and curved in from both sides as Raith entered his space…

“wha—”

…but to his surprise, what he chopped was the air.

The black-haired rogue had lowered himself towards Thard-Harl’s knee, –crushing the asura to the ground and immediately smearing him with a rush of punches that painted his pent-up frustrations and anger.

Delving every fist into the asura’s face and before long bluish-blood began to splat out of every punch but it wasn’t for long.

~stab~

[You have died]

Raith suddenly paused as the asura buried his claws into his skull and his body collapsed before realizing what had happened.

The asura pushed him away and stood up, with a deformed and bleeding nose, he grunted in frustration as he stared into the dark sky.

‘Nothing except death awaits me in this prison… ‘

He looked at Raith whose head wound was beginning to close up.

Raith stood up again, this time even more collected than before.

‘I was rash, I was too rash… running in like that! Think Raith think… what do you have that can be used to turn the tables, don’t think about the things you don’t have… think about the things you have!’

His eyes inquired for answers as he stood up, with a lifeless glare and a trembling pupil.

‘I want to get stronger… I want to stop dying, I want to surpass all of them! I want to surpass them!!’

Consistent death was messing up with him and mixed with his awakened desire thanks to the fact that he realized that he stood a chance against the overwhelming powerful foe in front of him, he entered a state of berserk… where his pent-up emotional wounds that forged his desire to grow ran amok.

Right now, all Raith wanted to was to get stronger, before now he saw no possibilities in it as far as it was the death archon but in a moment of consistent failures and death, he overcome a vital fear.

The fear of death? No. Raith knew what it was to lose every single time, that scornful gaze of his father’s was deeply engraved in his head. The way he is looked down upon by everyone who knows he was chosen by the death archon, their bickerings behind his back wouldn’t stop.

It itched him.

It irked every single nerve of his. 𝒆𝙣𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙚𝙩

But he was weak.

He was a failure.

And he hated the feel of it.

‘No! It can’t be this… this can’t be it!! I want more!!”

His personality finally reached the first point of conjunction with the dust he held within.

[You have activated a unique attribute]

[The dissatisfaction failure brings]

Attribute characteristics: All perks would be explosively available for use.

[Perks detail]

Devourer: You have the tendency to devour something.

The details on the black tab did not matter to Raith. He released a fraction of his anger upon the asura a few moments ago and the truth began to unveil itself before his mind.

Somewhere deep within himself, he accepted that he wouldn’t be able to and desperately sought ways to change his fate, he sought ways outside the dust that existed within him.

That way there was bound to never be cooperation between him and the dust. But the moment he released the frustration of anger in a series of punches, he discovered ‘that feeling of acceptance’

If not, why did he get so frustrated? Why has he been walking the road of a hunter to surpass them? —Deep down he wanted them to watch him and be proud again. He wanted to prove that scornful gaze wrong.

But all that changed when he was faced with a thick wall that he couldn’t climb no matter how much he tried.

Thard-Harl awoke a passion in him.

And right now, the person he admired the most was not his father, not his brother… it was that unbreakable wall that stood in front of him.

“I will devour you!!”

He shouted as he lunged at the asura with a force that split his tendons. He was forcing every bit of his body to be just like the asura’s movement when it tried to grab his neck the death before this one.

Even though he lacked the physique and power, he was ridding his body of life and expending every existential strength within his body to reach that point.

His hand tightened around the neck of the asura who was dazed and couldn’t respond.

‘This bastard! Did he just try to match up to my speed?’

But it was beyond a copy… Raith wasn’t there yet but he wasn’t going to merely copy it.

He released his grip on the asura and started to walk back.

The air around him changed and even the asura felt his pores rise.

Raith’s eyes of different colors, (white on the right and black on the left) began to exude black smoke with black streaks that flew around his body.

“I will devour you!”