Not All Heroes From Earth Are Bad [EN]: Chapter 203

There are no Good Warriors in the World – Episode 203

Two figures clashed repeatedly, then broke apart.

Each collision produced flashes of light and concussive shockwaves, punctuated by sharp sounds.

Clang! Bang!

The sand of the training ground scattered in all directions, caught in the swirling wind.

Amidst the relentless exchange.

Thud!

With a resounding crash, one figure was hurled through the air.

The figure, propelled over a hundred meters in an instant, swiftly righted itself mid-air and landed on its feet.

“Umm…”

A faint groan escaped.

At that moment, the sun, previously obscured by clouds, emerged to illuminate the figure.

Full plate armor of dark black covered the entire body, and a massive greatsword was strapped to the back.

It was Motem.

“Let’s stop here,” Motem said, sheathing his greatsword.

Then, Raidrun, the one who had sent him flying, approached and bowed his head.

Motem brushed the sand from his armor and regarded Raidrun.

“You’ve grown stronger again, Raidrun.”

“Thank you.”

“Isn’t this kind of sparring becoming pointless?”

“I’m still far from sufficient.”

Raidrun’s expression was serious.

“I’m still far from matching Motem-nim’s skill.”

“No. You’ve already reached a similar level to me. Moreover, your physical abilities surpass mine.”

“…”

“Frankly, I don’t think you’re far behind a legion commander at this point.”

It was high praise indeed.

To compare Raidrun, a relatively new division commander, to a legion commander.

However, Raidrun’s expression remained unchanged.

“I can’t be satisfied with this.”

He clenched his fist tightly and continued, “To be the best, I need to become even stronger than I am now.”

“You’re too impatient. You possess a heaven-sent talent. With time and training, you can undoubtedly become the best.”

Motem recognized true talent when he saw it in Raidrun.

Everything he was taught,

He absorbed completely.

Furthermore, he independently grasped concepts beyond the scope of his instruction.

Now, Raidrun’s skills were nearly on par with his own.

His physical abilities had already surpassed him long ago.

‘It’s still strange that his body continues to develop, but…’

Raidrun was just under 200 years old.

In human terms, he was in his late 20s.

Natural development should have concluded, and the potential for growth through training should have plateaued.

However, in recent months, Raidrun’s physical abilities had grown explosively, along with his magical power.

Suddenly, Motem smiled wryly.

‘The years I’ve invested are fading away.’

As an undead, Motem’s physical abilities did not improve.

That was why he had dedicated himself to honing his skills.

He sought to overcome his physical limitations with unparalleled skill.

He had toiled for hundreds of years.

He was also a talented individual with exceptional aptitude, having technically reached a level that could be called ‘enlightenment’.

‘To be surpassed with just a few months of training…’

During today’s sparring, Motem realized that Raidrun had surpassed him in overall combat ability.

It was certainly something to celebrate, but he couldn’t suppress a feeling of bitterness.

‘Of course, I know how hard Raidrun has worked.’

Motem, having observed him closely, knew better than anyone how diligently Raidrun trained.

He worked tirelessly.

He devoted himself to training every day, forgoing sleep.

That dedication couldn’t be accurately described as just a few months.

However, it was still insignificant compared to Motem’s centuries of effort.

‘Now the gap will widen even further.’

And this was only the beginning.

The disparity between them would continue to grow.

Raidrun, constantly improving.

Motem, stagnant.

The future was clear.

‘Is this also Hemis-nim’s foresight…’

At that moment, Hemis abruptly came to mind.

She had always been like that.

She recognized those with extraordinary potential and kept them close.

Of course, he had believed that Raidrun possessed such potential, but…

He hadn’t anticipated it would be this significant.

“You are a talent worthy of bearing the future of the Demon race. But you are still young.”

“…”

“The Demon race has a long history. Don’t jeopardize the future with rash decisions.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

Raidrun bowed his head.

He seemed to agree, but Motem knew that Raidrun would not cease his rigorous training.

“Motem-nim.”

On the way back to the office after training, Raidrun suddenly called out to Motem.

“Have you heard from Hemis-nim?”

“No.”

Motem shook his head.

Since the day the connection with Hemis was severed,

Her magical presence had not been detected.

“Then… I suppose it’s safe to assume she’s truly dead.”

“That’s right.”

“I understand.”

Raidrun nodded with a resolute expression.

The atmosphere was unusual.

Motem wondered why he was asking such a question.

“Do you have something in mind?”

“I’m considering holding a division commander meeting.”

“A division commander meeting? You mean gathering all the division commanders of the 3rd Legion?”

“Yes.”

Raidrun’s eyes burned with a strange intensity.

“It’s been a month since we lost contact with the higher-ups. The human counterattack has undoubtedly begun, but I don’t know how the war is progressing.”

“The divisions within the legion are still exchanging information, correct?”

“Yes. According to the reports, the 3rd Legion is on standby without any major engagements.”

“Hmm, that’s definitely strange.”

Contact was lost with the Demon King’s castle.

The last confirmed information was that humans had initiated a holy war and a large army was advancing south.

In this situation, it was illogical that the 3rd Legion, which was defending the front lines, remained inactive.

“Even if I wanted to mobilize the troops, I can’t due to the legion commander’s absence.”

The 3rd Legion was under Hemis’s command, but the position was currently vacant.

The Demon King’s castle had stated they would appoint a new legion commander, but contact was lost.

The 3rd Legion had no deputy legion commander or other staff, so the entire upper echelon was effectively wiped out.

It was as if the limbs were intact, but the head had been cleanly severed.

“So, I decided I couldn’t simply stand idly by.”

From Raidrun’s demeanor, Motem understood the decision he was contemplating.

“Are you thinking of becoming a legion commander?”

“Yes.”

Legion commander.

Taking the helm himself and setting the stalled 3rd Legion in motion.

Perhaps the reason he inquired about Hemis’s well-being was related to this.

If she were alive, Raidrun’s actions would be considered a grave act of disrespect.

Raidrun was that kind of demon.

“The other division commanders’ resistance won’t be easy.”

“I’m prepared for it.”

Raidrun, having already arrived at his office, retrieved a communication device connected to each division.

“Demons are loyal to the strong.”

He activated the communication without hesitation.

“I’m going to demonstrate my strength.”

***

The next day.

The stagnant 3rd Legion began to stir.

From the 6th Division to the 10th Division.

Five division commanders and their accompanying staff mobilized.

The location was the headquarters of the 6th Division.

The 6th Division had traditionally been the strongest of the five divisions.

Its location was also in the center of the 3rd Legion, making it the ideal meeting place.

“It’s been a while, Brogtodan.”

“Karokshiz. Still healthy, I see?”

“Of course. I intend to retire later than Grimm, at least.”

“Zhul. Welcome.”

6th Division Commander Karokshiz.

7th Division Commander Brogtodan.

9th Division Commander Grimm Vogmon.

10th Division Commander Zhul Zhazus.

All four division commanders were present.

Except for one person.

The 8th Division Commander, Raidrun.

“Raidrun. That brat has finally lost his mind.”

7th Division Commander Brogtodan said.

“A guy who barely became a division commander thanks to Hemis’s influence is holding a legion meeting…”

“He’s clinging to Hemis’s legacy and has become delusional. He’s identifying himself with Hemis.”

“Karokshiz. Are you just going to stand by and watch?”

The oldest, 9th Division Commander Grimm, asked.

In reality, 6th Division Commander Karokshiz, who effectively represented the 3rd Legion, shook his head.

“I’m going to make him understand his place this time. Isn’t that why everyone gathered?”

“That’s right.”

“We need to remind that brat that Hemis is dead.”

The division commanders all nodded in agreement.

In truth, there was no obligation to accept the legion meeting proposed by Raidrun.

Nevertheless, the reason everyone gathered was because they all disliked Raidrun.

When Hemis was alive,

Everyone resented the fact that he was ordering the division commanders around with her backing.

This meeting was essentially an opportunity to vent their frustrations and assert their dominance.

“By the way, what kind of nerve does he have to be late?”

“There are still five minutes until the scheduled time.”

“Tsk. The one who should have arrived 30 minutes ago is the one who’s the latest.”

This was also considered a fault.

The reason they had arrived early was because things had been quiet and boring in the legion lately.

There was no reason for Raidrun to arrive early.

However, the prevailing sentiment was that Raidrun was rude and disrespectful.

Knock knock-

Then someone knocked on the meeting room door.

“Has he finally arrived?”

Soon, the door opened.

Raidrun entered the meeting room alone.

“It’s been a while, everyone.”

He lightly bowed his head and took his designated seat.

Sharp glares shot from all directions.

Everyone was openly exuding aggressive magical energy.

“Raidrun. You’ve become quite arrogant.”

7th Division Commander Brogtodan said.

Starting with him, the division commanders each hurled insults.

“It’s a mistake to think things are the same as when Hemis was alive.”

“You should have stayed in the 8th Division quietly, but you’re coming out like this. Do you have a death wish?”

Only physical blows were absent.

The meeting room had become a battlefield.

Not just verbal attacks, but the magical pressure from the four was directly targeting Raidrun.

Raidrun nodded, enduring the magical pressure.

“The atmosphere within the Demon King’s army has been unusual lately.”

The division commanders stifled their laughter.

They were speechless to see Raidrun ignoring their insults and proceeding with his agenda.

“Huh…”

“Keuh heuh. What a funny guy.”

Raidrun continued, unfazed by the atmosphere.

“It’s been too long since the 3rd Legion Commander’s seat has been vacant.”

Everyone fell silent at the mention of the legion commander.

They wondered what he was going to say next, as it was a problem they were all secretly concerned about.

“So. You’re holding a meeting to elect a new legion commander.”

6th Division Commander Karokshiz nodded.

“I suppose there’s someone you can recommend?”

“Yes.”

“Who is it?”

Silence descended.

What name would come from Raidrun’s mouth?

The most likely candidate was 6th Division Commander Karokshiz.

He seemed to be secretly expecting it himself.

Or it could be a demon from the Cowden clan to which Raidrun belonged.

The Cowden clan, led by 5th Legion Commander Ozges, was renowned for its many powerful members.

Or it could be someone else Hemis had hidden.

“The demon I will recommend.”

However, the person Raidrun named was completely unexpected.

“Me. It’s Raidrun.”

“…”

Everyone blinked.

They questioned whether they had heard correctly.

The bewilderment soon turned to anger.

“This guy. He’s gone mad.”

“Keuh heuh, Keuha ha ha ha ha! A brat who has just become a division commander wants to be a legion commander!?”

“It’s too absurd to be a joke, Raidrun.”

Karokshiz’s eyes turned cold.

“Do you think you are qualified to be a legion commander?”

“I’m going to prove it.”

“How?”

How would he prove his qualifications?

At that question, Raidrun’s aura suddenly shifted.

“…”

Those who were angry.

Those who were stifling their laughter.

Everyone stared at Raidrun with surprised expressions.

Raidrun stood up from his seat with a calm demeanor.

“The way demons prove their qualifications is simple. It’s through strength.”

His tone was different from before.

Karokshiz looked up at Raidrun with a sneer.

“Ha, are you confident you can defeat me in a fight, Raidrun?”

Raidrun shook his head at Karokshiz’s question.

“Then why….”

Why would he say that if he wasn’t confident in winning?

Just as Karokshiz was about to frown and inquire,

Raidrun spoke.

“Come at me all at once.”

“What…?”

“I told you to come at me all at once.”

Raidrun glanced at the other division commanders with indifferent eyes.

“I will prove my qualifications as a legion commander by defeating all of you.”