Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466 Pain And Rage

Neo's consciousness stirred.

His eyes snapped open as a sharp pain throbbed in every fiber of his body.

His breath came ragged, and shallow.

His Intent vision blurred as he took in his surroundings.

He was lying on rough, uneven stone. The scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic filled his nostrils.

A cavern. A massive one.

The jagged and uneven ceiling loomed hundreds of meters above. Faint bioluminescent fungi clinging to its surface.

'Where am I—'

A high-pitched and inhuman shriek interrupted his thoughts.

Neo focused on his senses, and he saw it. A creature surged toward him with eight legs skittering across the stone.

Its chitin and sinew came together into a grotesque blend.

Its body was covered in thick, segmented armor, dark and glossy, like polished obsidian.

Eight crimson eyes glowed with eerie intelligence, locked onto him.

Its mandibles twitched, clicking together as if tasting the air, and venom dripped from the curved fangs protruding from its grotesque maw.

Neo gritted his teeth and tried to push himself up.

His arms trembled, his legs buckled. He collapsed back onto the cold stone.

His body was broken.

The battle against Tartarus had pushed him beyond his limits.

He had burned every last shred of his Energy, even the Condensed World Energy that served as the foundation of his physical form.

He could just stay down. Let the beast tear into him, let it be satisfied and leave whatever remained of him alone. It would be easy. He could revive after that. He was Immortal.

His bones, his organs, his blood—everything was formed from World Energy, and now, most of it was gone.

He was lucky his body hadn't shattered entirely, but he could not fight in his current condition.

The monster was closing in.

Neo clenched his fists.

He could just stay down. Let the beast tear into him, let it be satisfied and leave whatever remained of him alone. It would be easy. He could revive after that. He was Immortal.

But the cold, seething rage within him refused to let him.

Tartarus.

He hated that name. He hated himself more. His weakness, his failure.

He lost her. Because he was weak.

The overwhelming fury bubbled inside his skull, screaming to be released.

He needed something to kill.

Pain exploded in his arms as he pushed himself up again.

Cracks splintered across his skin like shattered porcelain. Pain exploded in his mind, but he forced his body to move.

The spider lunged. Its monstrous limbs blurred through the air—

Divine Swordsmanship Eighth Stance: Kami no Shinpan.

The formless blade tore through the beast's chitinous hide with a clean, merciless cut.

Blood spurted in an arc as the creature's body split in two, and its halves collapsed lifelessly onto the ground.

Neo exhaled sharply.

The pain was unbearable, but he barely acknowledged it. His anger kept him moving.

Just as he had sensed, the cavern had more of them.

The monster's brethren emerged from the shadows.

Some of these ones were larger, five times the first one's size, and stronger.

Their armored bodies glowed with faint red veins pulsing beneath the surface, as if molten lava flowed through them.

Their mandibles dripped with something thick and corrosive, hissing as it ate into the stone beneath them.

Their limbs were sharper, and longer.

Neo was not focused on them.

His mind kept replaying the scene in his mind.