Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades

Leonora followed behind him into the forge.

The walls were dark, rough, lined with the bare skeleton of equipment scattered across the wide space.

“So… how are you going to start?”

Nameless Death didn’t turn around. He walked to the center of the forge, then came to a stop. “First, I’ll acquire the knowledge of every Path I can currently use.”

Leonora tilted her head, confused.

“What do you mean by that? Don’t you already know how Paths work?”

“I know how the Path of the Awakener works,” he said. “I know how the Path of the Elementals functions. But I still don’t understand the Path of Achievements.”

She frowned. “Huh?”

“I’m going to devour it,” he said plainly, as if it were obvious. “That’s the only way I can learn how it works.”

Leonora blinked once. Then again.

She couldn’t believe her ears.

It had barely been a few minutes since he’d said something that already sounded ridiculous, and now he was topping it with something even more absurd.

“You’re going to devour the Path? How—how do you even plan to do that?”

“The Universal Codex System is connected to me,” he said. “That’s how the Path of Achievements manifests. I’ll devour that connection.”

“You know how it’s connected to you?”

“No,” he admitted. “But I have an idea.”

Nameless Death sat down in the far corner of the forge, resting against the wall. “Don’t disturb me until I’m done.”

Leonora watched him for a moment but said nothing more. She walked to one side of the forge and sat down quietly, her eyes flicking over to him from time to time.

Nameless Death closed his eyes.

He dove inward.

Through body, through soul. Through Core and even into his Seed of Existence.

Nothing.

There was no sign of the Universal Codex’s connection in any of those places. But that only confirmed his suspicion.

“It’s connected to the one place I haven’t checked yet.”

He looked deeper. Past the layers of Seed of Existence.

Inside it lay the Intent of Existence—the source of his being, his foundation, the concept that defined him at his core.

The one thing he hadn’t devoured.

He hesitated.

“I might die permanently if I try to devour this,” he murmured to himself.

Even he had no idea what would happen if his Intent of Existence was destroyed.

This was reckless beyond measure.

But he had always walked on edges where death was a frequent visitor.

He didn’t have the time to be careful.

“Nothing gained, nothing ventured.”

With a breath, he cracked open the Seed of Existence.

Agony bloomed across his body the moment he started.

His skin tore open. His blood turned hot, seeping out of every pore.

But he remained alive, forcing his own Death element to stabilize himself, keeping him conscious even as his life was slipping though his fingers.

He reached for his Intent of Existence and began devouring it, a fraction at a time.

The Intent didn’t stay passive.

It fought.

It trembled, tried to retreat, to flee. That surprised him.

It was as if the Intent of Existence had a mind of its own.

But Nameless Death didn’t let go. He gritted his teeth, grabbed hold of it, and tore away one-tenth of it.

Pain shot through him like molten spikes shoved into his bones. His jaw tightened. Nails dug into his palms.

He endured.

When he’d finished devouring the first tenth, he stopped.

He waited for the Intent of Existence to regenerate.

Then he repeated the process.

Again and again.

He had created a method to devour it without killing himself: devour, wait, recover, repeat.

It was painful, and reckless.

Even for him, who was used to pain, it brought unimaginable agony.

But it worked.

And then—when he’d devoured half of his Intent of Existence—he touched something.

Something new.

It was unlike anything he had felt before. A distinct, foreign presence buried inside the core of his being.

He reached for it.

And then, suddenly—

“What are you trying to do to that?”

A voice echoed inside his mind.

His consciousness blanked out.

When he came to, he was standing in a place that was quite different from the forge where he had been meditating.

A modern apartment.

Clean floors. A wide living room. A large window letting in soft light.

Nameless Death blinked.

He looked at his hands.

His powers were gone.

He felt… human.

Frowning, he turned toward the window.

Outside, he saw a neighborhood.

Simple homes. Children playing on the street. The distant sound of cars.

A human world.

He turned toward the door and opened it. Before he could step out, he heard a voice from inside the apartment.

He froze.

Closing the door, he turned back and walked deeper into the apartment, following the source of the voice.

It led him to the master bedroom.

Inside, a young man sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed. He was holding a controller and playing what looked like a Mario Kart-style game on a huge screen.

The youth glanced at Nameless Death once, then focused back on the screen.

“Just let me finish this race before we talk,” the young man said casually. “You can go outside if you want, and look around until then.”

Nameless Death stared.

“…Cole Calloway?”

He didn’t know why but he could guess who the person before him was.

The young man didn’t even look at him.

“Yeah. I checked your memories, and saw what you were trying to do. We’ll talk in a minute. This is a hard level.”

Nameless Death narrowed his eyes.

The atmosphere was… off.

Despite how stupidly the boy was acting, Nameless Death’s instincts screamed only one word.

Dangerous.

He couldn’t sense the bottom of Cole’s strength. It was like looking into a void that had no shape, no form, no end.

Nameless Death didn’t go outside.

Instead, he walked to the small balcony and stood there, looking over the street.

Children laughed. Birds chirped. The distant ice cream truck’s jingle echoed faintly through the wind.

It was a peaceful world.

Eventually, the sounds of pixelated victory erupted from the TV inside.

Cole stood up, stretched his arms overhead, and let out a satisfied sigh.

His slippers scraped softly against the polished wooden floor as he walked into the kitchen.

The soft hum of a coffee machine followed, along with the sound of mugs clinking.

A moment later, Cole stepped out onto the balcony holding two steaming cups.

“Here,” he said, offering one to Nameless Death without looking at him. “This one’s bitter. I didn’t add sugar since you seemed like the type who didn’t like sugar.”

Nameless Death hesitated, then took the cup.

The aroma was unfamiliar but pleasant.

Cole leaned against the balcony railing, sipping casually as he looked out at the street.

“This is my world,” he said. “I was born here. It’s not the same universe as yours.”

Nameless Death took a sip as well. He didn’t reply.

“It was also called Earth,” Cole continued with a quiet chuckle. “Though we had no dragons, no mana. Just humans. We lived, worked, struggled. Then the apocalypse came.”

Nameless Death’s gaze shifted to him.

“People started dying. Structures fell. Government collapsed. Cities turned to ruins. We were forced to fight.”

A long silence followed.

The peaceful street below didn’t match the images forming in Nameless Death’s mind.

“You might not remember it but your world was also destroyed by an apocalypse.”

“What?”

“It’s not a coincidence,” Cole said slowly. “Fate has a strange way of tying things together. When I crossed over to your universe, I didn’t just bring myself. I brought the fate of my world with me. It followed me. And eventually… it caught up to your Earth too.”

Nameless Death stayed silent.

There was no point arguing over something he couldn’t verify.

“You’re not going to blame me?” Cole asked suddenly, glancing sideways.

“Would that change anything?” Nameless Death asked back.

That made Cole laugh.

“Good answer. Actually, it would. My powers are… let’s just say they are beyond anything you can think of. I can stop the apocalypse that destroyed your planet.”

“You’re talking about the Path of Achievements?”

“Oh, no,” Cole said with a casual wave of his hand. “That’s just something I made up once I got to your universe. The Eternals were annoying me about using powers from another world.

“So, I used a few tools from home, dressed them up, and called them the Path of Achievements. The system was just something so the Eternals would stop pestering me around.”

That actually stunned Nameless Death.

“You created the Path of Achievements for just this?”

“Yeah.”

Nameless Death turned fully toward him. He stayed silent for a few seconds before h asked,

“You’ve met the Eternals?”

“Yeah.”

“How strong are you?” Nameless Death asked finally.

Cole kept staring into the distance.

“Me?” he chuckled, and looked back at Nameless Death. “I’m the strongest there is.”

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