Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 651

Chapter 651: Path Of.....

Nameless Death tried to move, but his arms wouldn’t lift.

"What is the power you strive for?" Berserker asked again. "Is it the kind of power that earns you praise? That brings you fame? Or did it come because you wanted to crush your enemies? What is it? What makes your Path yours?"

Nameless Death didn’t answer.

He heard the words, however.

They weren’t meant as insults or challenges.

Berserker wasn’t trying to humiliate him.

He was just... asking.

His Path?

It’s...

Before the thought could finish, Berserker’s fist drove into his abdomen.

The punch landed with bone-crushing weight, and Nameless Death coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The taste was metallic and bitter.

He instinctively tried to rewind time. Or heal. Or do something. Anything.

Nothing worked.

His techniques didn’t respond. His power felt distant, buried under thick sludge.

Berserker’s Chaos elementals were everywhere now—inside his body, around his core, tangled through his mind and Seed of Existence.

They weren’t just attacking him anymore.

They were interfering with his very existence, suppressing the activation of his abilities like a virus locking down a system.

The Chaos was disrupting and corrupting the Order within his body.

Berserker grinned and grabbed Nameless Death by the neck.

His grip tightened, slowly.

Nameless Death could feel his bones creaking.

His vision blurred at the edges.

The pressure built, and he knew Berserker was trying to snap his neck.

He could feel the strain, the way his spine resisted and then started to give.

And yet—

Just before it broke, Nameless Death moved and launched an uppercut.

The hit connected with Berserker’s jaw.

The force snapped Berserker’s head back and loosened his grip just enough for Nameless Death to fall out of his hand.

Gasping, reeling, but still alive and determined.

He didn’t waste the moment.

A True Death sword appeared in his hand.

He slashed upward.

The blade sliced through Berserker’s torso, cutting him in two from waist to shoulder.

For a moment, everything paused.

Then Berserker’s body reformed.

Muscle, bone, skin. It all healed instantly.

Void energy knitted him back together by evolving him and giving him a better body.

Nameless Death clicked his tongue and slashed again.

This time, the sword met resistance. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

It didn’t cut.

It barely left a mark.

Berserker smirked.

"Nice blade. But it’s not enough anymore."

The next second, they clashed.

Fist met sword, sparks flying as each strike shook the battlefield.

Nameless Death swung down again, unleashing a blast of white flame that roared across the sand.

Berserker punched through it.

The World Ender Flame parted around his fist, and he barreled forward.

Nameless Death responded with a storm of roots meant to entangle and drain.

Berserker tore through them with chaos blades and snapped two of them with his bare hands.

Nameless Death summoned twelve death spheres and fired them in a sequence of spirals.

Each one was condensed from peak Stage 4 death elementals, capable of annihilating anything it touched.

Berserker erased them with void energy.

One by one, the orbs disappeared into the chaos around his body like stones dropped into deep water.

They closed the distance again.

Sword against fists.

Berserker fought like a wild animal, laughing through each strike, swinging with a kind of reckless precision that made him hard to predict.

He never dodged.

He absorbed all attacks, and struck back with an evolved force that grew by building upon Nameless Death’s attacks.

Nameless Death was getting pushed back.

His attacks were being overwhelmed.

His energy wasn’t recovering fast enough.

Every technique he used was met with counters that grew sharper and faster each time.

Berserker was evolving with every breath, adjusting his body, refining his instincts.

But Nameless Death refused to give up.

Even if he was weaker, even if he was fighting against a Supreme, he would never give up—

’Ah.’

Something clicked.

But Nameless Death met his attacks with equal strength.

His techniques weren’t stronger. They were sharper.

His movements weren’t faster. They were cleaner.

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