Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 739

Chapter 739: Seraphs, Prophecy

Zeus POV

The planet was quiet except for the rustle of orange grass swaying under a strange violet wind.

Purple trees reached into a sky dimly lit by three pale suns, their shadows stretching far across the plains.

Zeus stood alone.

His gaze was fixed on the haze that thickened in front of him.

From the haze, a figure emerged.

His body was clad in smoke, shifting and curling with every movement.

The man walked with a strange calm, as though the alien land belonged to him.

Zeus didn’t move.

Instead, he unfolded his [World].

Within newly created domain, no elemental could eavesdrop on them.

"Zeus, my friend. It’s been a long time since we met." The man laughed, the sound echoing strangely inside the smoke that wrapped around him.

Zeus said nothing.

"Why the long face? Are you not happy to see me?" the man tilted his head.

Still, Zeus remained silent.

His expression was firm, and his eyes were sharp and heavy like a storm waiting to break.

"Come now," the man continued, smoke shifting as if mocking the air itself. "Cheer up. I’ve brought good news."

At last, Zeus spoke. His voice carried no warmth. "What is it? I don’t think there’s a need for me to reincarnate now."

"Of course there isn’t." The man chuckled softly, as though the whole matter was trivial.

Zeus’ gaze did not waver, but the silence between them stretched.

The man seemed to enjoy it, as if silence itself gave him room to breathe.

Zeus, just like Kane, could reincarnate into past or future as he was a Seraph.

Quite a few people from the Age of Gods on Earth had become Seraphs.

It was a technology Aphrodite—the clone of the Witch of Lust—had created.

It was meant to preserve their world.

Through it, chosen ones —Seraphs— could reincarnate while slipping past the judgment of the Underworld. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The design was simple in theory.

If danger loomed in one era, the Seraph would abandon it, reincarnate into the past, and spend centuries training to face what was coming.

Or, they would travel into the future, pluck secrets and techniques from the future before reincarnating again into the past to improve their era rapidly.

The idea was novel, and almost miraculous.

But the flaw had always been clear.

No one could predict when or where a Seraph would reincarnate.

They might awaken on a weak planet, one where growth was impossible.

Or worse, they might reincarnate into future, then might not be able to return to their own time period through another reincarnation.

Some Seraphs grew mad after centuries of fractured lives.

Their sanity was eroded by too many deaths and rebirths.

Zeus and Kane had never feared the madness.

Their minds were far stronger than most, forged beyond the usual limits of gods or mortals.

Yet even they could not solve the problem of reincarnation’s time period and location control.

Not until they met him.

The man hidden in smokes.

He had called himself "I."

It was he who had given Zeus coordinates and timestamps.

If Zeus and Kane died at those exact points, they would reincarnate exactly where he promised.

It was how Zeus and Kane had managed to shape their paths, reaching the peak of Stage 6.

Now, "I" leaned closer, smoke curling like a whisper around Zeus’ shoulders.

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