[{"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-645":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},418585,682,"Chapter 645: Flame Of Life","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-645",645,"\u003Cp>Nameless POV\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Leonora used the [Spell-born] Spell, Nameless Death flooded the forge with his Consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a technique that allowed him to sense his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had perfected it over the long years spent forging the Womb of Devil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Consciousness could extend out of his body. Though the range wasn’t vast, it offered clarity that surpassed any other form of detection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every elemental fluctuation, every motion of a particle, even telepathic communications exchanged between those within his range. He could sense all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beyond that, if someone was weaker than him, he could examine the shape of their soul, the techniques and world in their Core, and their Seed of Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could even sense the layers inside their Seed of Existence — something even the Grim Reapers found hard to achieve— and the Intent of Existence hidden deep within the center-most layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In simpler words, if Nameless Death met someone weaker than him, he could see their entire life, memories, experiences, and techniques with a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he used it to observe the Spell-birth process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attention was fixed on the orb floating gently in the air before him—the sphere of light that held the Spell’s effect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora stood near the sphere, but she wasn’t actively maintaining the spell at every moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magic had already been cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only needed to be reinforced every few weeks to keep it stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would step in occasionally, placing her hand over the light, murmuring short incantations, and then stepping back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike her, Nameless Death didn’t rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t divert his focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Consciousness remained latched onto the forming child within the sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses allowed him to see things that others couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spell worked by anchoring an Intent and preventing it from dissipating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In normal circumstances, a piece of lingering Intent would scatter shortly after it detached from the caster. The duration would depend upon the caster’s strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here, the Spell served as a container, and a stabilizer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It kept the Intent ’alive.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strength of the caster no longer mattered to keep the Intent alive for long durations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death watched closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Intent—what little remained of it—was fragmented, and weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should have faded already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Spell’s power had kept it in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, the Intent was trying to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was trying to become whole again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though true recovery was impossible without the original caster’s Consciousness it, the Intent persisted anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process repeated countless times over the course of several months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then something unexpected happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the core of that wavering Intent, something flared to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death narrowed his eyes, stepping closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That flame... he recognized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was similar to the white flames he himself could create using World Energy—flames made of interwoven Intent threads that danced and moved together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He observed more and realized why the flame felt familiar despite being different from the flame he could create.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s similar to the [Flames] I saw in the Sea of All Consciousness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this [Flame]?\" he muttered, observing the Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Flame] slowly began to envelope the Intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t burn it. Instead, it surrounded it, andnurturedit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two became intertwined, he felt something shift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weakened Intent, held together by the spell and now protected by the [Flame], began to form something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piece of a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death’s brows furrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lingering Intent of this kind—even if it survived long enough—shouldn’t be able to reconstruct the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In rare cases, if it somehow did reconstruct the soul, the reconstructed soul should be exactly the same as the caster (the person whom the Intent belonged to).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this case, it should have formed a fragment of Leonora’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this soul wasn’t Leonora’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Intent had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had borne scars from its slow decay while being preserved by the Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The presence of the [Flame] had healed it, but due to the scars, the healed Intent had become different from Leonora’s Intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul born from this Intent was different from Leonora’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an entirely new soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, another change happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Flame] covered the soul, andnurturedit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soul grew over time with the help of the [Flame].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Seed of Existence began to form at the core of the newly born soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fragile, not yet fully structured, but it was there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Flame] moved again, this time curling around the Seed of Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process repeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The [Flame] strengthened, and nurtured the Seed of Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, at the very center of the Seed of Existence, something sparked—an Intent of Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, the soul, the Seed, and the Intent began to synchronize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fit together like pieces of a complex puzzle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new form of life was starting to emerge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, the first trace of a body began to appear, drawn not from flesh, but from the structure of the soul itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t interrupt the process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood there, watching, memorizing, trying to understand what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That [Flame].... It has the power to create something new out of nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, should I say it has the power to ’heal’? It’s healing ability is so strong that it recreates things that are necessary for survival of its target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To give an example, if a person was missing a heart, and they were enveloped by the [Flame], they would gain a new heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had done the same with Intent, Soul, Seed of Existence, and Intent of Existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He folded his arms, looking at the small sphere of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside it, a body was forming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would take time before it reached maturity. But now, the foundation was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where is the [Flame] coming from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own white flame, the one he used when wielding World Energy, was powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this [Flame]... it had appeared out if thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was trying to think about the [Flame], a sudden cry cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He snapped his eyes toward the sphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora gasped and stumbled forward, nearly knocking over the stand beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The child—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spell had reached its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light began to thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sphere cracked gently and dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not do so with an explosion or a burst of light, but like fog clearing before the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within, a small figure floated downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death stepped forward and raised his hands without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child lowered into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tiny, but not fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t cry again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, her eyes—light blue—looked up at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They blinked, wide and calm, as if trying to understand who or what he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I guess I’m okay with children. As long as they’re not from my bloodline,’ he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora stood stiffly, her hands curled at her sides. Her shoulders were trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"C-Can I hold her?\" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death gave a small nod and gently passed the child into her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora held the girl carefully, almost like she was afraid to hurt her by holding too tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes welled up the moment she felt the child’s weight against her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expressions shifted rapidly—joy, anxiety, wonder, and confusion all flickered across her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s...\" she tried to speak but failed, biting her lip. \"She’s real...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death gave her a moment before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As promised, I’ll take care of her. You don’t have to worry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora looked up. \"Huh? O-Okay...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even as she said it, her arms didn’t move. Her hands refused to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hesitated, glancing between the child and him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then finally, slowly, she extended her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death took the child again. She had already started to fall asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora looked down at her hands, then back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She was warm,\" she said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nameless Death turned and walked toward the other side of the forge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t need to say it aloud, but he had already decided he would raise the child instead of using a clone or a summon with intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least until she was able to walk on her own, speak, and think clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she had human genetics, her growth would be rapid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would take a few years at most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, that time would pass like a blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Leonora, it might feel longer, but not by much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had lived long enough to treat years the way most humans treated weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the child had grown enough, he could return to his real task—the creation of a new race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he had witnessed the complete cycle of life being born from Intent, Soul, and Seed of Existence, he had the foundational knowledge to attempt replication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The real problem is the [Flame].’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Replicating it was beyond his current abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already tried to devour it, and see if he could recreate it through Shadow Core Concept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the [Flame] was impossible to touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His darkness passed right through it, unable to make contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like trying to grasp air with broken fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely out of reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he had an idea of how to replicate the [Flame].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was for later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, there was a child in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leonora approached slowly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She looked uncertain again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, though, she didn’t reach out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What should we name her?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>",1603,"2026-05-30T08:01:10.243Z","2026-06-01T04:30:42.299Z",1,"novelbin.me","58ef783d92c18e3d8b37cd48ff796c7abad2484d6b38089db89653f2f2763778","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-646","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-644",839,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fextra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-cover.jpg"]