I Am Tired Of Being A Hero-Chapter 185: I am very tired

"Kill!"

The ferociousness of the creature in front of Ravi was successfully aroused and the long butterfly antennae on top of its head, extended, turning green. It flapped the wings behind it and five of its friends also transformed, their gazes of insanity fixed on Ravi.

Ravi was as emotionless as always. He had come to this world five months ago and for the five months, he had been in this mountain fighting life and dear battles with various creatures, he had almost forgotten how many injuries he had received and how much blood he had sprayed.

The live combat experience that Ravi had tempered through slaughter had caused him to enter combat status, the instant he wanted to fight.

No hesitation, no delay, or any spouting nonsense, all his concentration was clocked onto the slaughter that was approaching, and his mind was calm and filled with cold killing intent.

A breathtaking sword appeared from nowhere and pierced out with an inconceivable speed that was as swift as lighting.

The body of the creature was still in midair when a sword hole suddenly appeared at the left side of his abdomen and passed straight through his back, causing thick blue blood to suddenly shoot out.

"How..." the creature fell to the ground and lowered his head to gaze at the injury on his abdomen that blood surged out from and his face was filled with disbelief. They were Ashuka, their skins were impervious to magic and physical attacks.

"Fran!" One of the others shouted and then rushed to attack Ravi. Ravi moved his sword, dodging the blow easily as he moved back.

The pupils of the two people who attacked him dilated and their expressions soon turned stiff, a bloody hole was pierced through all their throats and they emitted a hoarse and horrifying shrill cry before crashing onto the ground.

The remaining two creatures looked up at the thin human who looked more like Ashukas than them and they turned, desiring to flee.

River was like a fluttering mist as the sword brought along a sharp howl, easily piercing through the back of the two creatures. A pillar of blood rushed out from their severed neck and splattered all over, the warm blood touching Ravi’s face.

Ravi’s gaze was sedate and calm as he heard the loud beep.

{Kill count: 100/100. Mission completed, Kill 100 Low-level demons. Reward: 30,000 points.

Side mission: Assist Sentinel Shi in turning the tides of the human/demon war on Ashuka planet. Accept/ Deny]

Ravi cocked his head and he did not hesitate to press Accept. These demons, he had no single sympathy for any of them. He would rather wipe them off from this world if he could.

He mercilessly touched the body of the creature, and watched it squirm and turn until a war chariot was in front of him. Ravi teleported into the battlefield.

Boom!

The war chariot charged into the crowd and instantly people were killed. In the blink of an eye, a bloody path was carved out across the battlefield.

Bloodcurdling screams filled the air constantly. Anyone who was struck with his war chariot died in a spray of blood and soon the chariot itself was the color of blood.

Ravi’s face, hair, and clothes were also soaked in blood, but he did not care. His eyes were cold and grim as he waved his hand and a sky-blue fluctuation undulated out like ripples from his hand, stretching circle after circle, causing space to collapse and be obliterated inch by inch wherever the chariot passed.

He could feel it. Their terror, their fear but he did not care. Their greatest sin was being born Ashuka and Ravi’s greatest desire was to save the common people from this planet plundering demonic creatures. A bloody glow could be seen in his eyes and a monstrous desire to kill filled him as he pushed himself further.

That day, the heavens and the earth were covered in boundless darkness. Killing intent shot into the sky as wails and howls drifted in the air and everything that was filled with an intent of pure slaughter. Death surged, roared, and raged here.

That day, the legend of Ravi West, The River Sentinel was born.

***

Ravi woke up with a low cry, but he was soon pulled into a hug that smelled of vanilla. So sweet.

"Love, it is me. Sleep. It is just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Sleep."

That night, Arlen did not sleep, he leaned on the pillow quietly watching Ravi. Ravi did not sleep for a long time before he woke up again, Arlen caressed his back, coaxing him to sleep again.

As long as he had the slightest bit of unrest, Arlen would immediately sit in a soft tone next to him, "It is me. It is Arlen. Sleep love."

Arlen did not know how many times Ravi woke up, his forehead filled with cold sweat. Using a cold towel, he wiped them off and pulled the quilt even closer to cover him. It was not difficult, it was not burdensome at all. Love was simple to Arlen, all problems should be shared.

He caressed Ravi’s soft hair, his heart hurting.

He held him. He kissed his forehead, "I am here. Sleep, love." He was here and he was never going to leave.

***

Vanilla. The scent played on his nose and Ravi yawned. That was odd. He crept close to the source of warmth next to him, grabbing the pillow with both hands as he tried to sleep some more.

Vanilla. Why was Arlen’s scent on his bed? Did they?

The speculation made Ravi’s eyes instantly open and he sat up. This was not his bedroom.

Warm beige walls and rich wood tones. The bed was an ornate four-poster bed with a Polish blue comforter and matching curtains. There was a painting directly opposite the bed. It was the painting of a garden and children playing with some butterflies, colorful flowers, and lush greenery.

Ravi smiled. Waking up with this kind of painting in this warm room, no wonder he was so cherished every time.

He touched his buttocks, there was no pain. So, they did not do anything. Good, he would be crushed if he had forgotten his first time with Arlen.

How did he stay....

Ravi’s entire body froze when the memory of yesterday came rushing in and...the nightmares. The night had been one steady flow of nightmares.

His unresponsive self. His barely lucid confessions and Arlen’s steady coaxing all night long.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Ravi swore three times as he instantly stopped up. What to do? Wait!

He closed his eyes when he suddenly noticed something on him, it was a small mark, a small energy in his mental space. That was not Malik’s energy, it was too small to be noticed, dark, grimly.

This...This was what was causing his nightmare. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the energy, tracing it back to its owner but before he could reach, the connection was instantly cut. The owner of the energy, abandoned the string and vanished.

Ravi gritted his teeth. How lax had he been, how weak had he gotten that he had not even noticed a curse mark?

That was like Sentinel 101.

Who the fuck would try to curse him?

No! No! Now was not the time to think about this. He could sense Arlen in the house and while on normal days, he could not wait to see him. Now, he just wanted to run.

It was not like he could teleport or he could start to explain what he meant by he is a murderer or he is a killer to the Captain of the Davenport Police Bureau. Even if Arlen did not care about that, it was not as if he could tell him the truth either.

He could not say that he was suffering. That sometimes when he closed his eyes, he would confuse the people around him, and that reality and illusion were twisted together. And that sometimes, it was hard, very hard for him to breathe. It was not like he could tell him that he had personally scrambled his memories or that he could not wait for the day that his soul was completely eradicated so he could never be born again.

So, he could never be a Sentinel again. So, he could not be a hero again. Those days, he had survived by the sheer amount of people he had saved but now, those he had killed, their ghosts have started catching up to him.

Abandoning River was useless, in the end, River was still with him. How do you explain that to someone?

Ravi felt a great weariness in his heart, and his expression was somewhat blank.

He was surrounded by killing and now he was exhausted because of it. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could sense the countless vengeful spirits of the people he killed. Swirling around inside him. They engulfed him, transformed him into an intense miasma like a curse

He stood in the middle of the room which smelled like vanilla, taciturn and silent.

He really was...very tired.