Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Not Monarch Of Death Or Supreme Of Death

But Nameless Death wasn't doing it for praise.

He didn't care what the berserker thought.

He clenched his fists and took another step forward, pumping more World Energy into himself.

It was too much. Far too much.

His body began to splinter from the inside out.

His soul twisted unnaturally.

His Core trembled, and his Seed of Existence shook like it was about to come apart.

Still, he poured more energy in.

If the central layer wouldn't open, he'd break it.

The berserker charged forward, screaming with joy as he slammed a fist toward Nameless Death's skull.

And then, it all went white.

A blinding explosion erupted from Nameless Death's body.

A surge of light, pressure, and pure energy disintegrated the ground in every direction.

Hundred of thousands of meters vanished in an instant, reduced to scorched air and shimmering heat.

In that moment, everything burned.

His body.

His soul.

His Core.

Even his Seed of Existence.

But in that destruction, something revealed itself.

Floating in the center of his shattered Seed of Existence were truths he hadn't seen before. They were the things that had always been part of him but hidden within the central layer.

Elemental Seed of Death.

Elemental Seed of Darkness.

Elemental Seed of Shadow.

Elemental Seed of Void.

Sacred Treasure — Abyss Mirror.

And…

Memories.

No, looking carefully, they weren't memories. They were something deeper than a mere memory.

These were fragments of his identity. Pieces of who he truly was.

He still didn't remember anything. But he understood himself now.

That understanding changed everything.

His World Energy stopped fluctuating.

It solidified, condensed, and became far purer than before.

His body, soul, core, and Seed of Existence began rebuilding themselves, not randomly, but because he willed it.

He used the Shadow Core Concept within the Abyss Mirror to 'heal' himself.

The berserker hadn't stopped while he was regenerating.

A blow came down, aimed at his head. Nameless Death caught it mid-air with one hand.

Then he punched.

Just like before it was a simple punch, but this time, it was strengthened by his strengthened World Energy – no, this wasn't strengthened World Energy.

It was the World Energy he used before he erased his memories.

The berserker's mist-body exploded on impact. A wave of red mist and white flame tore through the air, scattering the remains of his opponent across the battlefield.

Silence fell.

Nameless Death exhaled, steam rising off his skin.

The berserker was reformed nearby as the mist pulled itself back together slowly, like smoke finding its shape.

He was laughing.

"Now that," the berserker said, "was a proper fight."

"Now, tell me about the Eternals."

"What? You think it's that easy?" The berserker snorted. His mouth curled into a smirk. "You need to win for that."

"I did win."

"No, you didn't." The berserker rolled his neck, joints popping as he flexed his fingers. "This body is a sloppy work that I built in a rush just to see how if you could be entertaining to fight."

He gestured to himself with a lazy hand.

"It wasn't built to fight. It's too weak for that."

His tone wasn't boastful, but neither was it humble. He spoke like he was stating a fact.