Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 343

Her movements were precise, as if she had done this a hundred times before.

"I always wanted to try this," she said, noticing his expression.

Neo nodded with a stiff smile when her hand brushed against his neck.

The Morrigan in the novel was interested in cutting people’s head, not hair.

’Calm down. She is different from the Morrigan in the novel.’

Neo glanced at his reflection in the nearby mirror.

His expression was one of resignation.

"If this goes wrong, I’m blaming you."

"Don’t worry. I’m a professional."

’A professional with zero job experience.’

Neo kept his thoughts to himself.

Morrigan summoned aura scissors made of lightning.

Her control of her aura was excellent—evident in the way the lightning danced precisely along the shape of blades.

But lightning would burn his hair!

Neo stiffened, his body slightly leaning away from her.

Before he could voice his protest, Morrigan condensed her aura further.

The electric glow faded, replaced by a sleek pair of scissors gleaming in solid gold.

The air around them grew warm with the energy.

’She can condense her aura into physical substance already?’

His brows furrowed.

’She is growing too fast.’

Condensing aura into physical objects signified high control of elementals.

It was an advanced skill that required exceptional precision.

But it had no direct relation to strength.

Neo remained silent and let her proceed.

The sound of the scissors snipping through his hair was oddly soothing.

Despite his initial apprehension, Neo had to agree—she moved like a professional.

It didn’t take her long to finish.

"How is it?" she asked.

"It’s good," Neo replied, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

The golden glow of the scissors dissipated as Morrigan stepped back, arms crossed, watching him expectantly.

His hair now reached only his shoulders—long enough to sway with his movements but no longer cumbersome like before.

He took a bathe after the haircut.

Bright, sterile light illuminated the polished tiles as Neo stepped into the shower.

The droplets cascaded over him, and washed away the stray hairs clinging to his neck.

He took out his device while in the shower.

He scrolled through the internet while resting his head against the tiled wall.

"I can’t decide if this is good or bad," he murmured, his voice muffled by the steady patter of water.

Nothing had changed.

Neo frowned, his finger idly scrolling.

After Neo left the Shadow World he had a single question at the forefront of his thought.

Had his actions in the past caused changes in the present?

After several searches, he found no differences.

The present seemed the same.

"Either I was too lucky, and the events did not create any butterfly effect.

"Or the butterfly effect has been created, but I can’t find it.

"Or, what I did in the past was what happened in the original timeline too."

Neo massaged his head.

"I guess I’m not going to find answers anytime soon."

While taking a shower, he looked at his own body.

With Intent he could look at himself from an omniscient point of view.

His arms, torso, legs, neck, and even his fingers had scars.

He chuckled softly.

"I used to think scars would look cool, but these… look ugly."

His fingers brushed over the uneven skin on his forearm.

"I guess a scar in reality is different from imagination."

Neo wasn’t ashamed of his scars.

They were the proof of his defiance.

Proof he never gave up.

"Well, I guess I don’t have scars in at least one place," he muttered to himself, chuckling.

His back.

Instead of scars, a symbol of a dragon biting its own tail was ethced on his back.

Neo had ensured no attack ever landed on his back.