Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 589

Space split by his sheer speed as he aimed straight for the powerful ant.

As he reached it, he saw its armor shimmer just before his fist met the ant's body.

The shockwave blasted through the surrounding area.

The ant responded immediately, countering with a claw strike. He dodged, swung his Death Sword, but the blade barely scratched its shell.

They traded blows in rapid succession.

Nameless Death noticed something.

'This one's different,' he muttered. 'It must be Level 2.'

It explained a lot. While every other ant was frozen in time, this one moved, reacted, and countered at the same speed as him.

They clashed again.

The ant didn't use normal strikes. It bit into empty space, and the very air responded.

Cracks formed in reality itself, thin lines of ruptured dimension that moved with terrifying precision.

One of them missed Nameless Death's face by less than a hair's width.

Another one didn't miss.

A slash tore across his upper arm. Flesh and bone were nearly sheared off.

He stumbled back, pain flashing through his senses.

He ignored the pain, and instead of retreating, he activated Burrowed Shell, the defensive technique he'd absorbed from the ants earlier.

Thick, interlocked red plates shot out from his skin, forming an armor around him. They trembled against the spatial distortions but protected him successfully, even if barely.

It still hurt. But he didn't stop.

He pushed forward again, only to be repelled. The ant was matching him move for move. Speed for speed.

'My Death Sword's too weak. It can't cut through that shell.'

His physical strength wasn't enough either. He was already pushing himself past sane limits by using six Overdrives at once. Five through monster cores. One through his own.

That was already damaging his Existence, and twisting it into something unknown.

They continued exchanging blows.

The shockwaves from their collisions were lethal to the nearby ants, but neither of them cared. The others were weak, and unimportant. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

He needed a stronger attack.

Ragnarok Exhalation Breath wouldn't work. The ant's armor would shrug it off.

Abyss Mirror?

It could let him copy the ant's techniques, but the copy percentage was barely progressing.

They were simply moving too fast. Not even a nanosecond had passed since the battle began.

"If only my Death Sword was stronger…"

Then it struck him.

He was covered in death. He had died thousands of times since the battle began, thanks to the ant's relentless assault.

Even if he was alive, his action of deploying five Worlds at once was damaging his Existence, and he was close to touching True Death already.

His mind—thanks to Frenzied Instinct—was operating with impossible clarity, pushing survival judgment and combat awareness into overdrive.

And with EverGrowth Soul, he was evolving mentally and learning everything five times faster than normal.

This…

This was the perfect moment for enlightenment.

He stopped trying to win.

And started trying to learn.

Every death taught him something. Every pain, every narrow dodge, every failed attempt, it all built toward something more.

What is Death? he asked himself as he dodged another spatial fang.

He knew he had left countless corpses behind, even if he didn't remember it. Even now, he had seen thousands of his own death.

Nameless Death looked inward.

Why had he taken the name Nameless Death?