Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 191

"You want to know my bloodline?"

He scanned the crowd, his gaze unwavering, cool as a winter's midnight.

"My bloodline is named 'Monarch of Death.'"

Silence.

A beat passed, no one dared to speak.

Then, he added,

"It's the bloodline of the great god of death, Hades."

For a moment, absolute silence blanketed the room.

The reporters took a few seconds to digest his word,.

Their faces shifted from disbelief to awe.

The conference hall erupted in a blinding flash of cameras and a chaotic flood of questions.

They spoke without waiting for their turn.

Their voices merged into a sea of incomprehensible noise.

Neo picked one of them.

"Neo Hargraves, are you sure about your bloodline? The bloodline of the great Death has never appeared in history.

"This is not a simple headline. If you're telling the truth, today will go down in the history books."

"The principal of the Demigod Academy can vouch for my bloodline," Neo said. "Next question, please."

Another reporter stood up, her voice quivering with excitement and doubt.

"Hargraves family is an offshoot family of the Hephaestus God Clan. How is it that you possess the bloodline of Hades?"

"I just have it," Neo replied bluntly.

His voice carried an edge that made the reporter flinch.

He turned to another reporter for their question.

"You are the only bloodline holder of the Monarch of Death.

"That automatically makes you the clan head of the Great God Clan of Death. What are your intentions regarding the future of your clan?"

"My current goal is to pass the academy. Anything other than that comes after."

Neo continued to answer the reporters with patience.

His remained voice calm, his expression unreadable.

Finally, near the end, one of the reporters asked a controversial topic.

"Neo Hargraves, you possess the bloodline of the Great God Hades. One of the three great gods. The god that rules wealth, the underworld, and death.

"Doesn't that mean you naturally have the highest degree of talent?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand your question," Neo responded.

"It's simple, actually. Until now, you've been a dark horse, an uprising demigod with no talent, who reached the apex through sheer hard work.

"But wasn't that all a lie?

"Nothing you achieved was the result of your hard work. It was all your talent."

Neo fell silent.

The question hung in the air.

He waited for the reporter to finish, and his gaze remained unreadable.

"Your strongest elements are death and darkness. Don't they come to you naturally with your bloodline?

"It's proof enough that your success in built on the talents you were born with."

Neo raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm… So, you're saying that bloodline alone decides talent?"

"Yes."

Neo nodded

The corner of his lips rose into a faint smirk.

"You are?"

"Karl from Starstream News."

"Mr. Karl, how many children of Hades can you name?"

Karl's mouth clamped shut, his face turning pale.

"Please, go on," Neo nudged him, his voice dripping with irony.

"I'm sure you won't say I'm the first son of Hades. If bloodline alone is enough to make one talented, the other children of Hades must be as gifted as me."

"Please, name some of them."

The reporter had no words.

He could only offer an awkward smile and sit down, defeated.

...

Street 42, Krien City, Valsco

Elizabeth waited at the pre-decided location.

Her eyes scanned the busy street.

Neo had told her to meet here today.

She ended up arriving an hour early.

Left with nothing else to do, she loitered by the sidewalk.

The street was bustling, alive with the hum of voices and laughter.

Elizabeth noticed several people sneaking glances her way.

A few brave ones approached her, going as far as asking her name and number.

Her ethereal beauty caught attention of all passerby.

She was in a disguise that resembled her original appearance, only her hair was black instead of its usual pure white.

Since she was an exalted demigod, Elizabeth looked like someone in their twenties.

Before Elizabeth left, the principal had warned her something like this would happen.

She thought it was the principal's needless concern.

But experiencing it in reality was a headache.

Some attempted small talk, trying to gain her attention.

She ignored them as irritation flickered in her eyes.

Her hand twitched.