Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 634

Chapter 634: Path Of Achievement

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.

Dangerous.

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