Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades

Chapter 764: No Longer Holding Back

“Detonate them if you dare!” Kaelus roared. His voice echoed across the collapsing space as he lunged forward. “You’ll die with us!”

His massive fist was just an inch away from Neo’s face.

The force of the swing distorted the air around them.

Kaelus believed no one—no sane being—would ever set off so many Black Suns at once.

That belief was his undoing.

“All you can do is bluff—”

Neo gave the command.

The Black Suns activated.

The world turned white.

The explosion tore through the Independent Space with a noise that wasn’t sound at all, it was pressure, light, and raw energy fused together.

Reality itself seemed to scream.

Kaelus didn’t even have time to move.

His body, soul, and Core, were erased instantly, vaporized before his mind could register what had happened.

Velion tried to resist.

He spread his wings and shouted in Dragon Tongue, his words shaking what little remained of space.

His mana wrapped around him, forming barriers and shields, but they shattered as soon as the wave hit.

The Black Suns consumed everything.

Space folded in on itself.

Time stuttered.

Velion’s body broke apart piece by piece.

His scales peeled away like burning paper.

His wings were gone.

Half of his soul was melting under the sheer heat of the explosion.

Yet, as his vision blurred, he caught sight of Neo in the center of the destruction.

Neo wasn’t moving.

He was burning too.

Velion’s cracked lips twisted into a smile.

Then he began to laugh.

It was a dry, broken laugh, one that came from deep inside his chest.

Even as his body crumbled to ash, he laughed louder.

Because Neo was dying too.

Not even his immortalities could protect him from this.

He could reincarnate, yes, but that would not save him.

’[I] will make sure you can never reincarnate into to the past,’ Velion thought with a mad grin, knowing his end was near. ’You’ll wake up in the future, when [I] am already too strong. You will never defeat him. You will never have your revenge.’

His laughter continued as his body dissolved completely, the sound fading into the roar of collapsing space.

Then, everything stopped.

The explosions froze in midair.

Light and sound halted.

The burning debris stopped moving.

Even the shattered fragments of the Independent Space hung still like pieces of glass caught in amber.

Velion blinked, or thought he did.

’What…?’ he thought. ’He stopped time? He can stop so many Black Suns?’

That was something no Stage 6 God could do.

To stop even one Black Sun’s explosion required the energy reserves comparable to that of a newborn universe.

But Neo had stopped all of them, hundreds at once.

’How does he have so much energy?’

Velion’s thoughts trembled.

For the first time in ages, he felt true fear.

Neo lifted his hand.

He turned back time.

The shattered space began to mend.

The broken fragments reversed, sliding back together as if the explosion had never happened.

Velion’s wounds closed.

His body restored itself. His soul reformed, glowing faintly.

And then, to his disbelief, Kaelus reappeared too, alive again, breathing heavily, his wings spread out in confusion.

“I… I’m alive?” Kaelus muttered, looking around.

Velion didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.

His throat was dry, and his body was trembling.

He watched Neo in silence, cold sweat running down his back.

Now, finally, he understood what kind of enemy they were facing.

The fear he felt wasn’t the fear of death.

It was the kind of fear he had only known once before, when he stood before the Prime Death.

Neo looked at them, his expression unreadable.

“You couldn’t survive that,” he said calmly. “But you resisted well. Perhaps you’ll do better the second time?”

“…What?” Velion’s voice cracked.

Neo raised his hand again.

The previous Black Suns had been erased to their existence as a paradox.

With a thought, he created hundreds of Black Suns once more, filling the air around them like dark stars.

Their hum returned, deeper this time, more violent.

Kaelus shouted something, but his words were drowned by the pulse of the Black Suns.

The next moment, they detonated again.

Light swallowed everything.

The shockwave tore Kaelus apart instantly, his body disintegrating faster than before.

Velion tried to resist again.

His chants in Dragon Tongue were louder, and more desperate.

His mana flared, forming layers of defense that flickered like dying stars.

But the explosions were endless.

Each one crushed him harder, burned him deeper.

His skin cracked, his bones shattered, his essence scattered across the collapsing space.

And then, silence again.

Neo had stopped time once more.

Everything around them froze in place. The expanding fire, the waves of energy, even the dust particles suspended midair.

Neo walked through the frozen light toward Velion, who was barely clinging to life.

He looked down at him with calm eyes.

“You failed again,” Neo said softly. “But keep trying. You’ll surely stop it one day.”

Velion couldn’t speak.

He only stared, his mind struggling to process what was happening.

The space began to rewind again.

Time flowed backward.

The destruction reversed.

Kaelus’s body reformed once more.

Velion’s wounds vanished.

The Independent Space was whole again.

The two Ancient Dragons stood where they had before the explosion, trembling and pale.

Kaelus fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

“What… what is this?”

Neo didn’t answer.

He simply stood there, calm and composed, as if none of this was unusual.

Velion finally understood.

This wasn’t a battle.

This was an execution.

All they could do was wait for their end with their heads lowered.

Neo was erasing them—over and over—until nothing of their will remained.

“I’ll tear you apart!” Kaelus screamed and charged again, fury burning through his fear.

His claws reached Neo, but the Heavenbreaker didn’t move.

The moment Kaelus’s claws touched the air in front of him, a Black Sun appeared again.

Then another. And another.

Hundreds of them surrounded him instantly.

“Stop—” Velion shouted, but it was too late.

The Black Suns exploded again.

Kaelus’s scream was cut short as he was wiped out once more.

Velion barely managed to raise his arms before the next wave hit.

His barriers shattered before they could even form.

His body was torn apart again, his vision fading in burning light.

Neo stopped time once more.

“Better,” Neo said, his tone still calm. “You lasted a moment longer this time.”

The space rewound again.

Velion came back to life, gasping, falling to the ground on his knees.

His body shook violently.

Kaelus appeared beside him, his wings trembling, eyes wide in horror.

“No… no…” Kaelus whispered. “This can’t be—”

Neo didn’t give them time to finish.

Another set of Black Suns appeared.

Velion raised his head slowly.

He understood now that there was no escaping.

No matter how hard they fought, Neo would simply bring them back and make them die again.

Each cycle stripped away more of their sanity.

They were drowning in the abyss of despair, being forced to face an unending impossible task.

Their wills were slowly breaking away.

Neo watched them. His expression was calm.

All his friends dear to him were no longer.

They had been killed by Alliance and Ancient Dragons.

That was why…

He had nothing to protect anymore.

That was why he had all the time in the world to waste.

To execute these pathetic Ancient Dragons again and again.