Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Hunger

Each swing made his arms ache less.

His stance improved.

His footwork grew smoother.

The sword felt more and more like part of him.

But hunger started gnawing at him.

At first, he ignored it, thinking he could just keep training.

If he improved enough, maybe the Sovereign would return.

Maybe then he would be acknowledged.

But he was still a child.

Eventually, the hunger became bigger than his fear of the Sovereign.

His stomach churned, twisting with pain, and the loneliness in the room became too loud.

He stepped out.

The corridor was dark, with cracked stones and ancient patterns etched into the walls.

Several doors lined the hallway, but he walked past them and moved toward the staircase at the end.

It took him time to climb.

His legs trembled, and he had to stop and rest more than once.

At the top of the stairs, he pushed open a heavy door.

Warm light greeted him.

He stepped into a massive palace hall.

The ceiling was high, the walls lined with obsidian stone and red-glowing crystals.

He walked forward, trying to take in everything.

Several staff members and maids were moving about.

They stopped when they saw him.

Whispers started to spread.

"Red eyes... black hair..."

"...Could he be the Sovereign’s son...?"

A maid, maybe the bravest among them, approached him cautiously.

She crouched down to his level and spoke gently.

"Who are you? What’s your name? Why are you walking around the palace by yourself?"

"Aa... sss..."

The child opened his mouth, but only strange sounds came out.

Speaking was harder than he could’ve thought.

Despite all the knowledge embedded in his mind, speech and other knowledge necessary for day-to-day life hadn’t been part of it.

He could swing a sword with supernatural precision, but he didn’t know how to form words.

The knowledge only taught him how to fight and destroy.

His stomach growled loudly.

The maid blinked, surprised, but then smiled warmly.

"Are you hungry?"

He nodded quickly.

She stood and offered him her hand.

"Come with me."

She led him through another hallway and into a large kitchen.

The scent of food made his mouth water.

Inside, cooks were preparing a lavish meal.

Seeing his red eyes and black hair, the cooks paused.

"He looks like him..."

"Could it be...?"

Whatever their thoughts, they didn’t stop her from seating him and serving food.

They placed dish after dish in front of him. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He ate fast, ravenously.

For the first time since his birth, he felt comfort.

The maid stayed beside him, talking gently even though he couldn’t respond properly.

She laughed and poked his cheek once, making him smile a little.

When he finally finished eating, he got up and started wandering around the kitchen.

He watched the cooks, eyes focused on how they chopped, stirred, and arranged ingredients.

The head cook noticed him and scowled.

"Hey, brat. Don’t get in the way."

But he didn’t shove him out.

Instead, he let the boy watch. Even pointed things out once or twice.

The child watched, fascinated.

That was when the guards arrived.

"Where is he?"

"I saw him being brought here!"

A staff member that brought the guards pointed toward the boy.

The guards rushed in.

His throat burned.

His words were barely recognizable.

But he continued to call out to the guards.

He screamed until he couldn’t anymore.

Then he curled up and fell asleep, exhausted.

When he woke up, he didn’t scream again.

He picked up the sword.

He stared at the door.

Then, he swung.

The door shook.

He swung again.

And again.

He kept going, over and over.

Each time he struck the door, the blade cut deeper.

He didn’t stop.

His hunger returned.

His body screamed for food, but he ignored it.

He remembered the warmth of the kitchen. The presence of the people. The sizzling food.

He wanted to go back.

He wanted to cook too.

He didn’t want to be alone anymore, not after realizing there was something much warmer than the cold of his chamber.

The more desperate he got, the sharper his strikes became.

The sword felt like an extension of his body.

It was the first thing he had ever touched. He held it as soon as he was born. Every motion felt natural.

Finally, the door broke.

He stumbled out, panting.

His hands were sore.

His stomach felt like it was twisting in on itself.

But he had made it out.

He turned to the hallway.

That’s when he saw the Sovereign descending the stairs.

The child froze.