Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661: Loan, Turn-Based RPG

Everyone present—Zagreus, Barbatos, even Berserker—felt Nameless Death’s presence.

It had changed so much that it did not even feel familiar to the Nameless Death they knew.

They tensed, unsure of what was about to happen.

All of them of them had fought long enough to recognize power when they saw it, but this was something more. It was different.

The strength of Nameless Death’s presence was something none of them had ever seen.

In an instant, the energy covered the entire Voraka Site.

Nameless Death tried to compress and shape it, preparing to turn it into a space-time prison and then a fully formed Independent Space.

But as he attempted to mold the structure, he hit an issue.

Energy.

Creating a space-time prison that could hold someone like Barbatos or Zagreus wasn’t the same as sealing off a battlefield.

Even the fingernail sized space-time prisons were internally larger than entire Stage 3 planets.

And trying to turn something as large as a Stage 4 planet into one? It would require more energy than what a Stage 6 God possessed.

Nameless Death didn’t have that kind of energy.

At least, not in the ’present.’ 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

[Loan]

It was a technique he’d obtained from the Fourth Heaven.

In the blink of an eye, the issue vanished.

His energy reserves expanded dramatically, as though the very laws of time had folded to accommodate him.

He no longer felt the drag of exhaustion or the limitations of output.

It was like drawing power from a well that had no bottom.

He began again.

With ruthless focus, he turned the entire Voraka Site into a space-time prison.

Every grain of sand, every whisper of wind, even the distorted remnants of the Chaos Elementals, all of it was enclosed.

"How is he doing that?" Zagreus muttered, halting in midair beside Barbatos.

Both of them were watching Nameless Death with growing disbelief.

The floating octopus-like demon beside them looked just as surprised.

"That’s my ability. Or something extremely similar."

Zagreus narrowed his eyes. "Explain."

"His version’s better in some ways, worse in others," the demon said. "But it’s essentially a temporal loan. He’s borrowing energy from his past and future selves."

Barbatos turned his head to look at the demon, as if he could not believe his ears.

Zagreus just clenched his jaw.

"This is why we shouldn’t have let him complete his Path," Zagreus muttered.

Ignoring them, Nameless Death pushed forward.

With the prison stabilized, he didn’t hesitate.

Another technique activated, this one flowing just as smoothly.

The space-time prison began to shift and fold.

It detached from normal reality, becoming something new.

An Independent Space.

The transition was so seamless it was almost terrifying.

One moment the Voraka Site was just a chaotic battlefield.

The next, it was a Space-Time Prison.

And the next, it was an Independent Space.

All of this had only taken a fraction of instant.

Nameless Death finally turned toward Barbatos and Zagreus.

His gaze didn’t hold malice or anger, just cold focus. That was enough to put them on alert.

"We need to—"

Zagreus stopped speaking.

Only then did the realization sink in.

Why had they stopped?

They’d seen him begin his transformation of the site.

They should’ve attacked during the moment he was distracted.

That would’ve been the smart move. Yet

they hadn’t.

Even Berserker had stopped mid-approach.

The way to access his Cosmos.

Everything else faded into the background.

He could hear the sound of Zagreus’ approach. He could feel the pressure Berserker created as he tore through the air.

But none of it mattered.

Because finally, Nameless Death was finally ready to open the gates.

World Energy covered his body.

At the same, the Grim Reaper standing far from all them finally moved.

"I’ll be taking this for a bit."

He grabbed the air.

As if the distance didn’t matter, he was able to grab Barbatos’ sword.

That sword was wrapped in chains.

As soon as Bael held the sword, it began to release a shrill cry.

Bael looked at the sword once, making it go quiet.

"Burn."

The chains began to burn into black flames.

The 15,000 years’ worth of energy they had sealed into the sword erupted.

The swords’ inherent ability turned the energy into the form that was the deadliest for its target.

Bael swung the sword, putting all of its power behind the single attack.

He understood that Nameless Death needed to be stopped before he did whatever he was planning.

Berserker swung his fist, releasing a giant beam of chaos-void resonant energy.

Zagreus re-ignited his Ancient Dragon Bloodline, and commanded. "The attacks that will land on you will be strengthened to their utmost."

Attacks from all three directions poured in.

But Nameless Death ignored everything.

Because.

He finally connected to his Cosmos.

And memories came rushing back to him.