Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468 Breaking Apart

One by one, the fallen monsters began to rise.

Their grotesque forms shifted with unnatural vigor.

Their eight legs cracked back into place, and their hollow eyes gleamed with renewed malice.

Neo gritted his teeth.

He stopped healing himself, and abandoned his attempt to repair his Seed of Existence.

He had no choice but to divert all his remaining power into manifesting Death Essence.

A dark mist began to coil around his blade, twisting like ethereal serpents.

The monsters lunged, and Neo responded in kind.

His broken body screamed in protest, but he did not falter.

Divine Swordsmanship Fourth Form: Ryu no Mai

He weaved between their attacks. His movements were smooth and precise. It looked as if he was dancing.

His blade carved through their twisted forms.

Each swing was slow—far too slow compared to his peak—but his precision remained unmatched.

Even with his body in ruins, his techniques did not weaken.

Blood splattered. Limbs fell. The stench of death thickened.

The monsters did not stop. They kept coming.

Neo fought without hesitation, but he knew his body would not last.

So he did what he had to do.

He devoured them.

As soon as he consumed the first monster, an unimaginable chaos erupted in his mind.

It was as if a second consciousness had been forced into his skull.

His thoughts became tangled in a web of hunger, rage, and primal instinct.

The personality of the spider monster surged forward, clawing at his sanity.

His vision distorted.

He felt the urge to move on eight legs, to scuttle into the shadows, to hunt, to feed.

"What is this…?" Neo grunted, clutching his skull.

He had consumed minds before.

Darkness brought back a portion of the original's essence when he devoured them.

The echoes of their thoughts still haunted him.

This time, he wasn't just hearing their voices. He was becoming them.

Memories that were not his flooded his mind.

He saw flashes of an underground realm, the home of these creatures.

He saw darkness swallowing their world, turning them into pitiful immortal existences.

Pain lanced through his skull.

He staggered.

He didn't see the next attack coming.

The monsters swarmed him. Their grotesque limbs pinned him down.

Razor-sharp mandibles tore into his flesh. He felt his body being eaten alive.

Neo's instincts screamed.

His body, honed by years of combat, tried to retaliate, but it was breaking apart—crumbling like fractured porcelain.

His strength was failing him, and yet his thoughts continued to spiral into madness.

Hunger.

Rage.

He wanted to kill. To consume. To become stronger.

"No," Neo muttered. "Those aren't… my thoughts."

The memories of the spider monsters twisted around his own, trying to merge with him, and to overwrite him.

'This… is far from enough… to trouble me…'

Neo's will churned.

'Get the fuck out… you bitches…!'

With a final surge of will, he seized control of the invading thoughts.

His darkness did not consume him.

He consumed it.

The voices in his head shrieked, and resisted, but he crushed them beneath his indomitable will.

His darkness did not consume him.

He consumed it.

Devouring the monster brough a powerful surge of energy.

His shattered limbs reformed, his flesh knitted together at an accelerated pace. Strength returned to his muscles, and he could finally move without the fear of breaking down.

The monsters sensed the shift.

They hesitated.

Neo lifted his sword.

Divine Swordsmanship Eighth Stance: Kami no Shinpan.