[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades":3,"chapter-extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-563":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},418603,682,"Chapter 563: Forced Reincarnations","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-563",563,"\u003Cp>The woman studied willpower the same way a smith examined metals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her eyes, most people's willpower looked like a ball of gas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was light, ever shifting, and easy to take apart. All it took was a tug—a little fear, a little despair—and it would drift apart like smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't even need to try hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, she would absorb their willpower to strengthen her own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demigods, Gods, Planets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had taken willpower from all sorts of being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some resisted better than others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their willpower didn't scatter so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't a gaseous sphere but something heavier – a clay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sphere of clay would be thick, packed, molded by their life experiences and beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she could dig her fingers in, squeeze out bits of their resolve, and slowly break them apart. It just took more effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman had lived billions of years living a life like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had reached a realm where her willpower was at the tipping point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she didn't need quantity, but quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed a willpower that was different from anyone elses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could absorb it, becoming a Heavenbreaker would no longer be a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Huuuh…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This is it.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I can get it from him.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at his willpower. It was no sphere of gas, or clay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What floated before her was a perfect sphere, cold and shining like a diamond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was flawless, and immovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers couldn't squeeze into it. Her influence couldn't stain it. No amount of despair or grief could make a dent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, she found it fascinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then irritating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, maddening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in front of her, eyes hollow from the weight of what he'd endured, and still he didn't break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture trembled, but his gaze didn't falter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, and the Sovereigns, poured nightmare after nightmare into his soul. He should've bent after a few hours, or perhaps a few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had lasted centuries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he still stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereigns of Seven Emotions, wrapped in shifting veils of color and voice, laughed in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter how strong your willpower is,\" they whispered, circling him, \"it will break sooner or later. All things do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death didn't respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was part of what made it worse. Not the words he said, but the silence. It wasn't defiant. It wasn't peaceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an unmoving mountain in the middle of a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they changed their methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped trying to overwhelm him with raw despair. Instead, they rewrote the torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he fell asleep—or was forced into unconsciousness—he woke up in a new life. With no memory of who he truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A coward in a doomed village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knight with a broken oath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A king betrayed by his people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warrior fighting a war he could never win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scholar trying to save a dying world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lover torn from the arms of someone he would never see again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each version of him had its own story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them remembered the past iterations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But each one ended in ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every time, when that persona collapsed, his soul was dragged back into the core of the prison. Each time, it was cracked a little more, tired a little more. Then forced into another life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those lives weren't nightmares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman, the God of Death of her world, sent him through multiple reincarnations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She made sure his soul couldn't recover, and forced his soul to bear the pressure brought by mountain of despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounds built up. Layer by layer. Cut by cut. But she never let the soul break entirely. She forced it remain, and thus caused it to rot from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a hundred years, the Nameless Death shed tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three hundred years, his soul trembled before each descent into the next life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After four hundred years, the cracks on his willpower were visible. They were deep, and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman could feel it they were near the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's close,\" she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. \"Just a little more. He'll finally break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seven Sovereigns of Emotions hovered near him, their presence shifting like fog and fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How does it feel,\" they asked, voice layered in dozens of tones, \"to lose everything over and over again and still not remember why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death didn't speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, he was waking up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a new life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple farmer in a dying land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife was already gone in this story. His son fell sick a week later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sold everything for medicine that never arrived. His village burned, and he was blamed for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hung him on a tree beside his son's grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died with dirt in his mouth and fire in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the soul returned, she checked it carefully. The cracks had widened. Tiny shards had started to chip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the willpower was still too big for the woman to absorb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she fused such pure and giant willpower, it could be her that was absorbed, not the Nameless Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a bit more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as time continued to move, his willpower never shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cracked, true. But as if something invisible was holding it togethere, it remained as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was proof that Nameless Death had not been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why do you keep standing back up?\" she muttered. \"There's nothing left. You've lost every identity. Every dream. Even your sense of self.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still, when the next nightmare began, he moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each life started the same. He had nothing. He was someone else. He didn't know he was trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something inside him—something deep—pushed him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when he screamed, cried, begged for it to end… he always got up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes crawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes dragging himself through mud or blood or fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes walking into his own death just to buy someone else another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it made sense. Not to them. Not to the Sovereign. Not to the woman who watched his soul like a scientist watching a test subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't supposed to work like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody was supposed to last this long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not without hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cried blood when the torment became too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He broke when his family betrayed him in one life, handing him to the enemies he had fought to protect them from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He howled in agony when his daughter—the only bright spot in one of his lives—was taken from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never stopped moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed his tears and woke up the next day again to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He killed his the enemies and returned to his family to ask them why they betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fought until his last breath to protect his daughter and give her a safe future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cracks in his willpower deepened. But the diamond – the visual manifestation of his willpower –never shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, it became purer, and larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stared at it and felt something new. Not irritation. Not frustration. Something she hadn't felt in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… are you?\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seven Sovereign of Emotions snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>",1208,"2026-05-30T08:01:10.126Z","2026-06-01T04:30:42.299Z",1,"novelbin.me","aba37e1df93a3fd33784ac032193b20068379bf438a8ba11078f85d2ce674193","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-564","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-562",839,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fextra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-cover.jpg"]