Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 361

Neo stared at the colossal doors of the mansion.

They towered over him.

He took a few steps forward before turning back.

"You are not coming in?" he asked.

"No one but the bloodline of Monarch is allowed to enter the palace, prince," Veldora replied.

Neo nodded.

He pushed the doors of the palace.

They groaned in protest, the grating noise reverberating like a dying beast.

As the doors parted, a gust of icy air surged out from the palace, slamming into Neo.

He frowned as the cold bit into his skin.

His steps echoed loudly as he entered.

The dim corridors stretched endlessly before him.

Each hallway was lined with gigantic statues of warriors.

The only noise came from Neo’s footsteps and the faint whistle of wind seeping through windows.

Neo’s heart thumped faster as he approached the door at the corridor’s end.

’He must be behind this,’ Neo thought.

His hand hovered over the door.

He had never met Hades, not even during the Shadow Trial.

He had seen his father—Hades’ reincarnation—when he was a child, but not Hades.

This would be their first meeting.

’Here goes nothing.’

Neo steadied his racing heart, took a deep breath, and pushed the doors open.

Inside, a grand hall stretched before him.

Pillars of obsidian soared to the ceiling, and the walls were lined with paintings depicting ancient battles and conquests.

A massive chandelier of dark crystals hung above, casting a haunting glow over the room.

At the far end of the hall sat a man on a black throne carved from bones and obsidian.

He was breathtakingly handsome.

His hair was black as midnight, cascading over his shoulders, and his eyes glowed the color of blood.

His presence was suffocating.

His dragon-like hand rested casually under his chin, as if he had been expecting Neo.

"Welcome, my son," the man said.

Neo’s expression darkened.

He clenched his fists as rage bubbled within him.

Slowly, he unsheathed Obitus from its scabbard.

"What are you doing, Neo?" the man asked.

"I’ll give you ten seconds." Neo’s aura erupted like a storm, flooding the hall with a pressure that made the air tremble. "Tell me who you are and where Dad is."

The man’s brows furrowed.

"What are you saying? I am your dad—"

"Time’s up."

Neo bolted forward.

In an instant, he was before the man, his sword drawn back, ready to strike.

Divine Swordsmanship Second Form: Tsubame Gaeshi

Neo’s blade flashed through the air, aiming for the man’s neck.

The man smiled—a cold, knowing smile—and raised a single finger.

The blade stopped mid-swing, frozen as though an invisible force held it in place.

The man’s smile deepened.

"Why do you think I’m not Hades?"

Neo swiftly retreated when his attack failed.

He maintained his stance, Obitus gleaming in his hand.

The air between them grew heavier, as if the very space trembled under the man’s presence.

Neo had the blessings of his parents.

Blessings worked thanks to Intent, and Neo seen the Intent of Hades and Persephone.

"Your Intent is completely different from Dad."

Neo glared.

"Who are you?"

"Ahahahah!"

The man’s laughter echoed like thunder, shaking the hall.

His booming voice bounced off the pillars, sending chills down Neo’s spine.

He stood up from the throne.

The shadows around him twisted unnaturally as his appearance began to shift.

His dragon-like claws morphed into human hands.

His obsidian-black hair shortened to a sharp crop, and his blood-red eyes turned a brilliant gold.

His aura remained suffocating, even as his monstrous features gave way to a human visage.

"Who am I?"

The man’s golden eyes glowed with amusement as he slung a massive sword over his shoulder.

He gazed at Neo with a condescending smirk.

"Why don’t you make me answer you?"

"If it’s a beating you want, then fine."

A translucent screen materialized in front of Neo.

[Quest: Survive for 10 seconds against ???]

[Reward: Absolute Chaos World Core Condensation Technique]

Neo’s frowned as he understood the meaning behind the words.

Alarms suddenly blared in his mind.

His instincts screamed at him to escape.

For the first time in ages, he felt ’fear’.

"Hoho, what are you looking at, Status Screen?"

The man’s mocking voice came from behind Neo.

Neo’s blood froze.

There was no time to react.

The man’s sword flashed like a streak of lightning.

Neo barely managed to raise his blade in defense.

The weapons clashed with a deafening clang that sent shockwaves rippling around them.

Neo’s body was hurled like a ragdoll, crashing into the black stone wall with bone-shattering force.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the wall, and dust rained down in thick clouds.

"This place is quite small," the man muttered, scratching his patchy beard. "Let’s make it bigger."

The room shifted before his eyes. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}