Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 789

Chapter 789: Land Of Hope And Despair [2]

Neo took a shaky breath.

"Then... just stop burning the Life Flame... before it is completely used up."

It was a risky gamble.

But he had no other choice.

The Heavenly Record began the process.

The Cracked Sword—Neo’s Life Flame—started trembling.

The cracks widened slowly.

Neo shuddered and fell to the ground.

Burning his Life Flame and consciousness was nothing small.

It felt like his entire mind caught fire.

The pain tore through him, so sharp that he almost reached up to tear his own hair out.

He suffered under than pain for hours before he fainted.

Everything went dark.

In that darkness, he felt hands lifting him.

Someone was carrying him.

Soft, blurry voices reached him.

"Is... cultivator... it?"

"Help... village..."

"Could... danger... shouldn’t..."

He couldn’t understand the rest.

His body hurt too much.

The technique was healing him, but the cost was brutal.

Burning his Life Flame and consciousness to heal was like eating your own flesh to survive.

Even if someone accepted the idea, the efficiency was extremely low.

Neo drifted in and out as someone placed him on straw mats.

Everything around him felt like a blur of sound and darkness.

Time passed without shape.

Seconds, minutes, hours, he couldn’t tell.

But he knew someone was placing wet cloth on his forehead.

Someone fed him warm soup with slow, careful hands.

Someone stayed beside him.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Record kept healing his wounds bit by bit.

Hours passed.

Or maybe it was days.

It could have even been weeks.

Neo didn’t know.

But slowly, his strength began to return.

At last, his eyes opened.

He stared at a mud ceiling.

His body felt weak.

Very weak.

It reminded him of when he still had a Awakened Demigod-rank body.

He took a deep, slow breath.

Even that made his chest ache.

He looked around.

He was lying inside a small mud hut.

A thin, torn blanket rested over him.

Cold air brushed his skin.

’Cold? I can feel cold?’

This world was too strange.

Neo couldn’t tell if he had grown much weaker... or if the world itself was simply stronger in some unknown way.

He glanced at the bed beneath him.

It wasn’t a real bed, just straw piled on the ground.

His "pillow" was another bundle of straw tied together.

He pushed himself up.

A sharp pain cut through his chest.

"What... is this...?" he coughed, blood spilling from his lips. "Is... healing not... completed?"

[This is it, Master.]

[Anything more, and your Life Flame will reach critical level and you will die.]

Before Neo could respond, someone opened the door.

A young girl, maybe eight years old, peeked in.

She stepped inside and looked around.

Her eyes met Neo’s.

She froze.

They stared at each other for a moment.

Neo gave a small nod.

"Hello. Were you the one who helped—"

"Kyaaa! Brother! The strange uncle is awake!"

Neo blinked.

"Hey, wait. I’m not an uncle," he called, but his voice was too weak to be loud.

The girl didn’t listen.

She dashed out of the hut while shouting those words to everyone nearby.

Neo sighed.

A few minutes later, a boy around fifteen stepped inside.

The girl hid behind him and peeked from the side.

The boy looked nervous.

"How are you feeling now?" he asked.

"I’m much better. Thank you for taking care of me until now. I’m Neo Hargraves," Neo said.

"I’m Dara," the boy replied.

A Cosmos inside themselves?

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