Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: Witch Of Time ( Golden Ticket Goal Mass Release)

Neo stared at him for a few seconds.

His gaze didn’t shift.

Eventually, he gave a small nod.

"Okay."

He did want his memories back. That alone made this worth it.

Kevin looked up toward the Alliance ship still floating above.

"I’ll be back in a minute. Just wait here."

He flew upward, vanishing into the ship with a sharp gust of wind.

Inside the spaceship, the chaos slowly quieted down.

Neo could sense it.

Kevin was speaking to them, probably offering some sort of reassurance.

Judging by how calm things became, it seemed Kevin told them he’d take care of Nameless Death himself.

A few minutes later, Kevin returned to the planet’s surface.

He walked up to Neo, then pulled out a sleek, enormous spaceship from his spatial pocket.

It shimmered in the sunlight, polished metal catching reflections of the cracked sky, and it was as big as a stadium.

"Get in," Kevin said.

Neo raised an eyebrow as he looked over the spaceship.

"Why aren’t we using teleporters? Wouldn’t that be faster?"

Kevin didn’t immediately answer.

He sat down in the pilot seat and started the engine.

"A lot of regions in space have spatial turbulence. Portals don’t work there. The only option is ships."

Neo nodded. That made sense.

"And besides," Kevin added, "I like traveling by spaceship more than using portals."

Neo let out a small chuckle despite the situation.

That sounded more like the real reason.

They flew for hours.

Then hours turned into days.

The ship moved incredibly fast, faster than anything Neo had ever experienced.

On the fourth day, Neo leaned forward and asked, "How fast is this thing actually going?"

Kevin didn’t look up from the controls.

"Faster than a peak Stage-6 God."

"Wait. You mean this thing is faster than a God using their full strength?"

"Yes. We can make technology that surpasses Gods. It’s just expensive, unstable, and rare. That’s why you don’t see much of it."

Neo leaned back in his seat, surprised.

After a week of travel, the ship began to slow.

Ahead, a massive planet came into view, covered entirely in thick, green forests.

They descended slowly through layers of white mist until they landed on a clear patch near a castle.

Neo stepped outside and scanned the surroundings.

There were no animals, insects, or people, only endless trees.

But the strangest part was the feeling in the air.

He could feel the power of Time all around him. It was... quite dense.

Neo frowned.

The time elementals around the area were normal.

But the planet itself pulsed with the power of time.

That part didn’t add up.

Either his senses were being dulled by some spell, or this planet was entirely unique.

They made their way to the castle. It was enormous, made of pale stone and veined with glowing runes.

As they entered, two enormous golem guards bowed silently to Kevin and Neo.

Neo kept looking around as they walked through the halls.

"You’re pretty calm for someone entering a castle full of unknowns," Kevin said.

Neo simply shrugged his shoulders.

They eventually reached a garden pavilion deep within the castle. It was simple but elegant.

In the center, a woman sat alone at a white table, sipping tea.

"...Fine," she said finally. "But I will do that only if you can give me a good reason to do this."

"If you help him, you can have your revenge."

Vivienne paused.

Her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced at Neo again.

"...If he remembers everything, then..."

She didn’t finish her sentence.

She walked over to a nearby bench and gestured for Neo to sit.

Neo had remained silent the whole time.

He moved without a word and sat down.

Vivienne stood beside him, placing her hand on his forehead.

"I’ll show you what happened in the past. It will help you regain the memories of your first life."

Neo nodded.

A faint light enveloped his head. His vision blurred. Then everything went black.

He lost consciousness.

...

Palace of Sovereign, 9th Eon

A dim chamber stretched outward in silence.

In the center, a silver cube floated in the air, glowing faintly.

The light it emitted wasn’t bright, but enough to reveal the stone floor beneath it and cast long shadows across the walls.

The cube pulsed with a slow rhythm, releasing an energy that felt both chaotic and refined.

Then, it dropped.

The cube hit the ground, and in the next moment, the surface cracked and shifted.

From its fractured shell, a small figure emerged.

A child, breathing heavily, lay on the ground.

He had black hair and blood-red eyes.

His body was small and frail, and he looked to be in his early teens.