Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 786

Chapter 786: Black Knight

Was Ouroboros correct about Hades?

Perhaps.

Were Ouroboros’ intentions good?

Perhaps.

But none of that mattered in the end.

What mattered was the result of Ouroboros actions, and the result had been disastrous.

That was why Apollyon, for all his anger and contradictions, respected Hades even though Hades had once stood as an enemy.

Hades had wanted to destroy the Cosmos, but he was kinder than anyone else.

His was a kindness that a person could only develop after watching too much suffering for far too long.

Destruction, for him, had been a mercy.

He wanted to destroy everything because he was kind.

Yet until he found the method to accomplish that destruction, he had worked harder than anyone else to bring peace and stability to the Cosmos.

He had strength, yet he never misused it.

Hades hoped for destruction but brought peace.

Ouroboros hoped for peace but brought destruction.

"Now tell me, Heavenbreaker. Was I wrong about killing him?"

"Instead of killing him, you could’ve helped him fix his mistakes. Daniel would’ve never wanted to destroy the Cosmos. Yes, everything ended up in ruins, but that was a mistake. You had strength. You could’ve helped him correct his mistakes," Neo said.

The word mistake hit Apollyon harder than Neo expected.

His jaw tightened, and for the first time, he looked like he wanted to stop talking altogether.

"Mistake?" Apollyon repeated quietly.

The word tasted bitter on his tongue.

"So what if it was a mistake? Do you think calling it a mistake is enough for the people who now die painfully in decaying universes? Do you have any idea how much despair was born from that ’mistake’?"

Neo wanted to respond, but Apollyon wasn’t finished.

"You said I should’ve used my strength to help him fix things," Apollyon said. "That’s exactly what I did. I killed him. And I used his blood to nourish the newborn universes.

"Those universes would have died before reaching adolescence because of his actions.

"Now, they can grow. They can live longer.

"I corrected the mistake."

Neo’s hands curled into fists.

The darkness around him pulsed, reacting to his emotions.

"Then what about Ultris?" he asked.

Apollyon shook his head. "I’m not the one who killed Ultris. And he was the one who—"

Reality tore apart before he finished.

The World of Darkness appeared, pushing its way through existence like a wound opening in the fabric of reality.

It wasn’t a universe. It wasn’t even a coherent world.

It was an abomination made of countless consciousnesses fused together, all screaming, all desperate, none sane.

The moment it appeared, the battlefield lurched.

Everything felt heavier.

Breathing became harder.

Even thoughts slowed.

Apollyon’s expression hardened instantly.

Whatever patience he’d had disappeared.

He moved.

He had tried to talk, but time was up.

If the Mad Supreme arrived fully, nothing nearby would survive the attempt she would make to save Neo.

Apollyon couldn’t allow the destruction.

Golden Threads appeared around him, trembling with excitement.

His power rose, and a Technique Spirit began to manifest at his back, its form blinding and sharp.

Just as the clash was about to begin, a voice touched Neo’s ears.

"Neo."

His eyes widened.

The voice was soft, familiar, and soothing.

"Moraine? You can—"

"I cannot maintain sanity for long," she interrupted. Her

tone carried urgency despite its gentleness.

"So listen to me while I can speak. If you keep using my power, you’ll be devoured completely. Even the Curse of Apollyon won’t save you. You need to leave."

"What about you? Are you going to fight—"

"He’s still injured. He’s not strong enough to kill me. And the one you should worry about is the bastard who killed Ultris."

Neo froze.

Something felt wrong. Deeply wrong.

Apollyon had been hiding in Forbidden Lands to heal.

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