Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 587

Nameless Death stood still for a long moment, then, he exhaled slowly.

There were only four hours left.

He didn't have time to hunt monsters.

He had to fight the ants as he was if he wanted to have a chance at completing the Quest.

"I'm going into a nest with thousands of gods when I'm weaker than the weakest one," he muttered, massassging his face. "Wow."

It was absurd when said aloud, but what needed to be done didn't change.

Besides, he had an unfair advantage.

His immortality.

He couldn't die. Pain, injury, death, everything was temporary for him.

If his opponent was stronger, then he just had fight until he was the stronger one between them.

"Here goes nothing."

Without waiting any longer, Nameless Death used Pseudo Gap.

He vanished and reappeared instantly behind a nearby ant. Before his feet touched the ground, he activated Abyssal Bone Overdrive, and his strength and speed shot up fivefold.

His aim was simple: kill one ant before they can react.

But the ants reacted faster than he expected.

The antenna of the ant near his original location twitched sharply.

Its head turned with uncanny precision.

Without hesitation, it spat a blob of dark blood exactly where he had teleported.

The ant he had targeted was already shifting away.

The blood blob hit the ground and exploded. Red mist filled the air. A few drops of it splashed onto Nameless Death's arm.

The moment they touched him, the blood moved.

It slithered like a parasite, and burned like acid. It crawled over his skin and began eating into his arm.

He sliced his own arm off at the shoulder without wasting an instant, then he regenerated it just as quickly.

But as soon as he reformed the limb, a strange weakness passed through him.

His balance shifted, and he nearly stumbled.

"Huh?"

He couldn't figure out what was wrong until the Abyss Mirror spoke.

[Devouring Blood (Stage 4, Apprentice) copy percentage: +0.00001%]

The number was small, but the name gave him an idea of what the technique did.

"Devouring Blood…"

It sounded like a blood spell formed from the combination of Blood and Darkness elements.

He didn't have the Blood element, which made made the copy progess slow, but that wasn't the issue.

'It devours the target the moment contact is made,' he realized. 'And it won't stop until either the part is cut off or the victim is completely devoured.'

"What kind of shitty spell is that?"

He didn't get the chance to curse any longer.

Three ants attacked him together. Dozens of blood blobs came flying his way in an arc.

Nameless Death reacted instantly.

He used Time Dilation, and his world slowed.

Then he activated Berserking Will Rage and Frenzied Instinct Fear.

Due to his ungodly willpower, his emotions weren't affected easily, which allowed him to ramp up Berserking Will and Frienzeied Instinct to the maximum.

With his instincts, strength, judgement ability, and abiltity to percieve time skrocketing, Nameless Death entered a 'zone' of sorts.

Everything became clear.

The blood blobs were still in motion, but to him, they might as well have been frozen.

His Death Sword moved.

He applied Pseudo Gap to his strikes, letting the sword look like it was teleporting from one angle to another.

The movements were precise, targeted, and fluid.

Every blood blob was cut in the blink of an eye.

Each one exploded, creating a wave of red mist.

Nameless Death didn't stop.

He stomped down with force, shattering the ground beneath him.

The rubble jumped into the air. With a flick of thought, he used Telekinesis technique stored in Abyss Mirror to raise the debris and form a makeshift shield.

The explosion remnants hit the rocks and lost most of their strength.

He was safe. For now.

But then—

The ants activated The World.

A hum echoed in the air as the battlefield transformed.

He was suddenly inside an endless tunnel.

He stood at the center, with only darkness in either direction. There was no light, and he could not sense a way out if there was one.

Then he heard it.

A faint splash.

From both sides of the tunnel, blood was rushing toward him. Gallons of it.

'Is that fucking Devouring Blood?'

'How the hell is their World's Concept the same as their Spell?'

'No, how the fuck did they create a Concept with two element combined in it?'

The questions rose in his mind, but there was no time for answers.

These ants didn't have variety of techniques, spells or traits.

Yet their Blood Devouring Spell and World (Concept) were same.

Nameless Death suspected their species played a role in that synergy. But right now, he had to survive.

He made a decision.

True Darkness.

He devoured himself with it, leaving only his Consciousness behind.

The blood reached the center of the tunnel and surged through, filling every corner.

But there was nothing left to consume. No one could devour Consiousness other than him

The ants paused. They clicked their mandibles, confused.

Nameless Death's body was gone, and they couldn't sense him. But their instincts didn't let them drop the World.

Nameless Death drifted as a Consciousness.

In this form, he couldn't attack, couldn't use Techniques, Elements, or Concepts. He couldn't even move.

His thoughts were sluggish, and barely coherent.

'Why… aren't they… removing the blood… World…?'

It didn't make sense to him who was not aware of their instincts.

The blood should've receded by now.

'If it stays… I'll lose… stats… abilities…'

A thought stuck.

'They're… keeping it active… to steal… stats?'

His thoughts were slow and broken, but the meaning was clear.

'They… want my stats…'

'Stat…?'

His irritation flared.

Then it sharpened into something else.

'Fine. Then I'll give them what they want.'

He consumed a massive amount of World Energy, and instantly regenerated.

The Devouring Blood reacted immediately.

It tore into him, devouring not just his body, but his memories, his stats, techniques, and everything it could touch.

He let it devour.

Then—

Darkness Firmament.

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He unleashed both at once, letting them flood the tunnel, and devour the Devouring Blood.

The battle changed immediately. His Concept was Legendary and Darkness Firmament was not weaker at all, and in most cases, that alone would've given him the advantage.

But these ants weren't normal.

They were combining three Worlds at once to empower their shared Concept.

And that gave them the edge.

Nameless Death was losing even with True Darkness and Devouring Blood.

Bit by bit, he felt his memories unraveling. His physical stats were slipping away. It was like drowning in numbers he used to own.

But he didn't panic.

It didn't matter.

The World.

He activated his own World.