Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades

A second later, the wave arrived.

A surge of Darkness mixed with raw World Energy crashed into the Alliance headquarters.

Shields lit up instantly, forming layers of golden light that wrapped around the capital.

Every Stage 6 God inside the Alliance flared their energy to the limit, their combined might creating a blinding radiance across the city.

But it didn't matter.

The darkness swallowed everything.

The shields broke apart as if they were made of paper.

One by one, the Alliance Gods were consumed.

Their Worlds, their energy, even their existence was devoured by the wave.

Only two figures remained untouched.

Rhaegor-Kul and the vice leader, Xel'thar.

The air around them distorted again.

The wave slowed, then split apart.

Out of the parted darkness, a single figure stepped forward.

Neo.

The Heavenbreaker.

"Heavenbreaker—" Rhaegor-Kul began, but Neo cut him off.

"Who was it?" Neo asked calmly. His eyes were dim, but they carried a pressure that crushed the air. "Who's been giving you information about me?"

Rhaegor-Kul's expression hardened.

Neo already knew part of the truth.

When he absorbed the memories of the fallen Alliance Gods, he had seen glimpses of someone guiding them, and leading them against him.

But in those memories, that someone wasn't clear.

He couldn't hear them speak.

He couldn't even see them move.

They looked like static, like a broken image flickering in his mind.

Even the memories themselves twisted and glitched around that figure.

Rhaegor-Kul didn't answer.

His jaw tightened as he gathered his energy.

Neo sighed quietly. "You're not going to tell me, are you?"

Instead of replying, Rhaegor-Kul unleashed his power.

A wave of divine pressure burst out from him, shaking the air—

—but it froze midair.

A telekinetic force crushed him in place, pinning him without mercy.

Even space around him rippled under the pressure.

"Don't bother," Neo said, his tone calm but cold. "I could fight your strongest when I was Stage 4. Now I'm at the peak of Stage 6. You have no chance."

He took a slow step forward.

"Tell me what I want to know, and maybe your end won't be painful. Otherwise—"

"We don't betray our comrades, Heavenbreaker," Rhaegor-Kul interrupted, forcing out the words.

His face was pale from the pressure, but his voice didn't shake. "Even if they were a piece of trash."

Rhaegor-Kul hadn't confirmed if 'I' had betrayed them.

And until he did, he refused to act against his own principles.

Even if that lead him to a miserable principal.

Neo stared at him for a long moment.

He could see the man's determination.

That stubbornness almost earned Neo's respect.

Almost.

"So that's how it's going to be," Neo said softly.

With a gesture, he created an Independent Space around Rhaegor-Kul and Xel'thar.

The air shimmered, and a translucent sphere sealed them away from the outside world. Inside, Neo left behind a clone of himself. One with a cruel glint in its eyes.

They would suffer before the end came.

As for the other Alliance Gods, Neo didn't bother showing mercy.

Some were devoured. Others put into his Cosmos.

No one could resist him.

There was no fight, or desperate struggle.

Neo didn't even need to show off his power.

Because the difference between him and them was the difference between worlds.

It was like a world champion fighter taking candy from a child.

He didn't need to use his full strength.

He could simply take what he wanted.

As Neo turned away from the collapsing headquarters, the screams of dying gods echoed faintly.

The once-golden capital dimmed under the weight of his energy, turning into a lifeless husk.

Soon, the vice leader of Alliance was devoured.

Xel'thar screamed as his memories poured into Neo's mind.

Images, voices, and fragments of history rushed in like a flood.

He saw the Forgotten Suns.

Long ago, three beings led them: the Supreme Sun, the Loved One of Space, and Xel'thar himself.

Together, they had fought against the gods of the Golden Domain, challenging the balance of creation itself.

The Supreme Sun was their strength and their vision.

His power bordered on omniscience.

One of his eyes could read Fate itself, tracing every possible path of destiny.

The other eye could understand anyone's Existence, their truth, their essence, their very being.

That was the reason they could stand against the gods.

That was why even the Golden Domain had been forced to form an alliance to stop them.

But even that power had a weakness.

It wasn't true omniscience.

It was almost perfect.

There were always pieces it couldn't predict, small fragments of information that slipped through.

And Xel'thar found one of those fragments.

Neo watched as the memory of the betrayal unfolded.

Xel'thar used the weakness of Fate's gaps to plot against his own fellow leader.

He waited for the moment when the Supreme Sun least expected it.

Then he struck.

The Forgotten Suns shattered from within.

The Supreme Sun fell.

And Xel'thar reached out with his own hands and tore both of the Supreme Sun's eyes out.

That had been his goal all along.

Power.

He wanted the eyes that were the source of the Supreme Sun's understanding.

Neo's eyes narrowed as the fragments of memory replayed in his mind.

'So… the Supreme Sun was Percival's reincarnation.'

The realization hit him hard.

The Intent of the Supreme Sun he had seen in those memories matched perfectly with Percival's.

In the memories, Neo saw that the higher ups within the Forgotten Suns already knew the truth.

They knew the Supreme Sun was a reincarnator.

They had been helping him find his home planet, preparing to help him reclaim what he had lost.

But Xel'thar's betrayal changed everything.

The traitor had sealed the Supreme Sun's power, placing a powerful curse on him so that no matter how many lives he lived, he would never regain his memories.

That way, the Supreme Sun would keep reincarnating again and again unaware of who he truly was.

It was cruel.

But the Supreme Sun hadn't gone down easily.

Neo saw flashes of his last battle.

The Supreme Sun surrounded by collapsing worlds, blood turning into golden light, his body breaking apart but his will still shining like a star.

While Xel'thar managed to take his Eye of Existence Watcher, the Supreme Sun had thrown his Eye of All Fate into the river of time.

He used what little strength he had left to send it far away, beyond Xel'thar's reach.

That one act destroyed Xel'thar's plans.

The traitor had wanted both eyes to become the ruler of the Golden Domain.

He dreamed of standing above all gods, commanding fate and existence together.

But without the Eye of All Fate, his dream crumbled.

So he joined the Alliance, hiding his failure and his shame behind lies.

They welcomed him, believing his strength and knowledge would help them.

After all, he had fought beside the Forgotten Suns once and knew many of their secrets.

Neo watched the memories end.

He stood there silently for a moment, the air around him calm again.

Then he sighed.

"Xel'thar…"

There was no anger in his voice. Only pity.

The man had been powerful and respected once.

But his greed had destroyed everything he touched.

Had he stayed loyal, the Forgotten Suns might have won long ago.

He could have lived as a king among them.

Instead, he became a shadow, living under the disgusted gazes of the very people who pretended to accept him.

Even the Alliance had never truly trusted him.

To them, he was just a useful tool. A traitor who could betray again if it suited him.

"You were miserable, even when you thought you'd won."