[{"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-671":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},418661,682,"Chapter 671: The Witch And The Devil","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-671",671,"\u003Cp>The Sovereign looked at him, then at the boy’s bleeding hands, and finally at the broken door covered in countless sword marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the Sovereign, the guards gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He broke the door?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But how—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices died the moment the Sovereign slightly turned his head toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, the Sovereign focused on the child again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though years had passed, the boy now looked like he was in his late teens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he trembled under the man’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Were you trying to escape?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy didn’t respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there, eyes lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereign took a step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step, and then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each movement, the boy seemed to shrink into himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the man placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were no longer in the dark corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surroundings had shifted to a dirt road lined with poorly built mud houses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, a crowded building buzzed with noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy glanced at the Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His horns were gone, his eyes now black, and he wore simple, rugged clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man walked toward the noisy building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereign stopped, glanced back, and motioned for him to follow. The boy obeyed, jogging to catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, it was a tavern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People were drinking more than eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who did eat didn’t look too happy about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this? My wife cooks better than this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not even married.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereign walked up to the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy followed quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the counter stood a young woman, just past her teens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had striking black and gold hair, golden eyes, and a commanding presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her beauty was undeniable, but her current expression was of irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned on the counter, tapping it with a finger as she glared at the customers complaining about her cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was clearly cursing them silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she noticed the Sovereign, her scowl vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A more serious look replaced it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Follow me,\" she said, walking to the back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereign and the boy followed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the backroom, she stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it? Say it quickly. I don’t have time to waste. My business is suffering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereign sat down on a chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy remained standing, glancing around the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was nervous but also curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman noticed him, frowned slightly, then turned back to the Sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you remember our contract?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You wanted the knowledge to create an artificial Devil. In return, I would get your firstborn,\" she repeated the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sovereign nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Back then, I came to you because, despite being called the disgrace of witches, you were also known as the most knowledgeable. I believed you could give me what I needed. That’s why I offered something as important as my firstborn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed to the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is the Devil I created. He’s a failure, just like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What!? How dare you call me—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shouldn’t have expected better from someone labeled the weakest among witches.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up before she could protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This Devil was made from my blood. He is my firstborn. You can have him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young woman seemed ready to scream, but instead she clicked her tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your father is incredibly annoying,\" she muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy looked down, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, I don’t need you. I only asked for his child to keep him away. I never expected him to actually accept the contract back then, much less bring you here. You can leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped the hem of his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I don’t have anywhere to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stayed silent, unsure what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" she sighed. \"If you can prove you’re useful, I’ll consider keeping you. Otherwise, I’ll throw you out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was good at swinging his sword, but the Sovereign had been disappointed in that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman probably would be too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he remembered the people in the tavern complaining about the food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... I can cook.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, surprisingly, she didn’t toss him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay. Let’s test that. If you can cook something decent, I’ll hire you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I can stay with you?\" he asked, hopeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she led him to the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ingredients there looked unfamiliar compared to the ones he had seen in the Sovereign’s palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It alarmed him, making him realize his plans of copying the cooks from the palace was no longer viable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood silently for a while, watching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring it to me when it’s done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone in the kitchen, the boy tried to remember what he had seen palace cooks do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands moved almost on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chopped, stirred, and boiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, he was left staring into a pot filled with a strange-colored liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It smelled... odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t sure if it was edible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could try again, the woman called from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated, then took the pot to the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that even edible?\" she muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, one of the regulars walked up to complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This food is trash,\" the man grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman looked at him, then at the boy’s pot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile appeared on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry about that. Here, try our special dish. Please think of it as our compensation,\" she said sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swapped the plates, giving the man the boy’s food and taking back the old one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The customer looked skeptical, but after some urging, he took a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not great,\" he muttered, as he chewed. \"But it’s way better than what you served earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s... better than my cooking?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and looked at the plate that had been returned to the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tasted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horribly bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly understood why the customer had called his food better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wasn’t good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It just wasn’t as awful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about the realization made him laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started as a small chuckle, but it quickly grew, and before long, there were tears in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped them, exhaling with a strange kind of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he looked at the woman across from him, who seemed thoroughly unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So am I hired?\" he asked, still grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave him a look that said she wasn’t amused, but after a few seconds, she nodded, albeit begrudgingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed quickly after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy stopped aging not long after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physically, he remained young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his cooking improved steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within a few years, he’d become so good that people came to the tavern just for his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Moraine, how many times are we going to keep moving? Let’s just settle in one place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mhm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Moraine, are you listening to me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mhm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that she clearly wasn’t, he pulled away the plate of food he had cooked for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, her demeanor changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to reach for the dish like he was holding her child hostage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give it to me. I’m hungry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can’t be serious. How many times are you going to wake me up at midnight because you were hungry? You are doing it every day now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not my fault! It’s your fault. Why do you cook so good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1234,"2026-05-30T08:01:13.698Z","2026-06-01T04:30:42.299Z",1,"novelbin.me","063898bc8c286af8eb27be014c40e4136c8308a8f77c8bd0bcfd0172fed5de67","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-672","extra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-chapter-670",839,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fextra-s-death-i-am-the-son-of-hades-cover.jpg"]