Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739: Seraphs, Prophecy

Zeus POV

The planet was quiet except for the rustle of orange grass swaying under a strange violet wind.

Purple trees reached into a sky dimly lit by three pale suns, their shadows stretching far across the plains.

Zeus stood alone.

His gaze was fixed on the haze that thickened in front of him.

From the haze, a figure emerged.

His body was clad in smoke, shifting and curling with every movement.

The man walked with a strange calm, as though the alien land belonged to him.

Zeus didn’t move.

Instead, he unfolded his [World].

Within newly created domain, no elemental could eavesdrop on them.

"Zeus, my friend. It’s been a long time since we met." The man laughed, the sound echoing strangely inside the smoke that wrapped around him.

Zeus said nothing.

"Why the long face? Are you not happy to see me?" the man tilted his head.

Still, Zeus remained silent.

His expression was firm, and his eyes were sharp and heavy like a storm waiting to break.

"Come now," the man continued, smoke shifting as if mocking the air itself. "Cheer up. I’ve brought good news."

At last, Zeus spoke. His voice carried no warmth. "What is it? I don’t think there’s a need for me to reincarnate now."

"Of course there isn’t." The man chuckled softly, as though the whole matter was trivial.

Zeus’ gaze did not waver, but the silence between them stretched.

The man seemed to enjoy it, as if silence itself gave him room to breathe.

Zeus, just like Kane, could reincarnate into past or future as he was a Seraph.

Quite a few people from the Age of Gods on Earth had become Seraphs.

It was a technology Aphrodite—the clone of the Witch of Lust—had created.

It was meant to preserve their world.

Through it, chosen ones —Seraphs— could reincarnate while slipping past the judgment of the Underworld. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The design was simple in theory.

If danger loomed in one era, the Seraph would abandon it, reincarnate into the past, and spend centuries training to face what was coming.

Or, they would travel into the future, pluck secrets and techniques from the future before reincarnating again into the past to improve their era rapidly.

The idea was novel, and almost miraculous.

But the flaw had always been clear.

No one could predict when or where a Seraph would reincarnate.

They might awaken on a weak planet, one where growth was impossible.

Or worse, they might reincarnate into future, then might not be able to return to their own time period through another reincarnation.

Some Seraphs grew mad after centuries of fractured lives.

Their sanity was eroded by too many deaths and rebirths.

Zeus and Kane had never feared the madness.

Their minds were far stronger than most, forged beyond the usual limits of gods or mortals.

Yet even they could not solve the problem of reincarnation’s time period and location control.

Not until they met him.

The man hidden in smokes.

He had called himself "I."

It was he who had given Zeus coordinates and timestamps.

If Zeus and Kane died at those exact points, they would reincarnate exactly where he promised.

It was how Zeus and Kane had managed to shape their paths, reaching the peak of Stage 6.

Now, "I" leaned closer, smoke curling like a whisper around Zeus’ shoulders.

The man shrugged, smoke dispersing and gathering again in lazy waves.

Zeus’ hand tightened at his side.

He thought of Kane.

With his ability to hear the whispers of the elementals, Kane already knew the truth.

The Heavenbreaker, the Nameless Death—Neo Hargraves, the one who came from Earth—was the son of Hades.

If he truly was the Devil of Cruelty from the prophecy...

"The Alliance tortured him. He has returned for revenge. His ascension to the mantle of Devil of Cruelty has begun. Whether you want to stop him or not... I’ll leave that choice to you."

With that, the man dissolved completely.

The smoke thinned, then vanished into the air as though he had never been there at all.

The field of orange grass swayed again under the pale suns, the wind passing freely now that the [World] had been lifted.

Zeus remained standing among the purple trees.

...

Percival’s POV

Arthur sat in the training room of the ship, sweat dripping down his neck as he swung his sword through another set of movements.

The room was bare except for the glowing lines on the floor that tracked his steps and corrected his form.

The spaceship given to them by Neo, modeled after Kevin’s spaceship, had everything they needed.

It was smooth, reliable, and for now, it was their home as they traveled through the dark stretch of space toward their destination.

Amelia was tucked away in her personal room, quiet as always when she wanted to prepare.

She preferred silence before dangerous mission.

Felix and Percival had taken seats in the cockpit.

"So," Felix said, tapping at the controls while sneaking a glance at Percival, "what’s your Class level now?"

"Almost forty-nine," Percival answered.

"What!?" Felix spun in his chair, eyes wide. "You’re almost at the Fifth Class advancement already? That doesn’t even make sense. I’m only level twenty-two! How are you so far ahead?"