Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 831

Chapter 831: Shadow Supreme

Chains erupted from Apollyon’s hand.

They were not metallic, nor were they made of light.

They were something in between. Conceptual, and absolute.

They entered Neo’s body without resistance, passing through flesh and soul alike, and then spread outward.

Into his Cosmos’.

Into his Nine Heavens.

They bound everything thoroughly. Like a lock clicking into place.

The function of the chains was simple.

To not let anyone go beyond Third Step.

This was the answer Apollyon had found.

Not destruction. Not escape.

But prevention.

If the Calamities could not use higher realms as puppets, then they would lose their greatest leverage.

After the chains finished sealing Neo’s path of progress, they did not stop.

They moved.

They spread through the True Blessed Land, wrapping around every Cultivator, Martial Artist, mortal, every structure, every Path that still existed.

Then they tore through the boundary itself and moved beyond.

Into the Elemental Cosmos.

The True Blessed Land, created by Celestial Worthy, tried to resist. Layers of authority flared. Ancient formations activated.

None of it mattered.

The chains had been created by Apollyon sacrificing everything he had.

And he had surpassed Celestial Worthy.

His body began to break apart.

Each piece became another chain, binding another Path, sealing another future.

Across the Elemental Cosmos, gods, Devils and Demons felt it at the same time.

A sudden heaviness.

A realization that something fundamental had closed forever.

Then Apollyon pulled his fist fully free.

Neo’s body finally gave out, but he managed to remain standing. Exhaustion rolled over him in waves.

He did not move.

Apollyon looked down at him.

He was exhausted as well. More than that. His body had almost entirely transformed into chains now.

But...

There was one more thing to do.

He took a step.

Space folded.

Apollyon appeared outside the True Blessed Land, above the Void of Eons.

Beneath his feet was the platform that served as the foundation for the base of Eternals.

Before him hung a corpse.

The Hanged Man.

Ouroboros.

Apollyon stared at him.

The chains binding the Hanged Man began to break, one by one.

Apollyon knelt.

He pressed his forehead to the platform.

"Thank you."

The last chain snapped.

The Hanged Man was finally freed.

Golden blood began to flow from Apollyon himself.

It poured outward, spreading through the Cosmos, seeping into fractures too deep to be seen.

It repaired, stabilized, and ensured that new universes would no longer need to be sustained by the corpse of the Hanged Man.

Then Apollyon’s body crumbled.

His existence burning completely.

...

Neo lay still for a long time.

Eventually, he looked around.

The sky above him was clear now.

He checked himself.

He had recovered to his normal condition.

But when he reached for something higher—something instinctive—

Nothing answered.

He knew it immediately.

He could not go beyond Third Step anymore.

Neo closed his eyes.

"What was his name?" he asked softly.

No answer came.

Not from the world. Not from himself.

He searched his memories.

He could not remember the name or the face of the person whom he had hated for cursing his parents.

The person whom he had tried to kill.

The person whom he had helped prepare his own funeral.

"He sacrificed his own existence completely. Even I can’t remember him anymore."

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