Chapter 190: God Of Death Is...

I grew curious upon hearing Persephone’s question as well. I’d been wondering why Hades had targeted me in the first place, and from her words, it seemed to have something to do with a prophecy.

I did remember that Hades had some connections to prophecies and all that, so it wasn’t particularly surprising that he’d received one. Still, I couldn’t help but feel interested. Just what the hell was I supposed to do in the future to make the guy so angry that he’d go out of his way to target me?

Meanwhile, Hades’ face grew dark and complicated as he stared down at the black marble floor. The heavy silence stretched across the grand throne room, broken only by the distant, eerie hum of nether mana crackling through the obsidian pillars.

"I received only fragments of the prophecy," Hades growled, his voice laced with venomous edge. "The threads of Fate were shattered and incomplete, but the core outcome was unmistakable. In the vision... I saw my own demise. I saw myself being executed at the hands of Seth Fernando."

He clutched the armrests of his stygian iron throne, his knuckles turning white. "I acted only to prevent my own destruction! If a mortal is fated to slay a god, then that mortal must be erased before his power matures!"

Standing invisible near the center of the hall right beside Paige, I blinked in utter bewilderment.

’Wait a minute...’ I called out to Paige mentally, my brow furrowing in genuine confusion. ’Why the hell would I kill Hades?’

Before this entire assassination attempt, I didn’t even know Hades on a personal level. I didn’t harbor any grand ambitions of marching into the Greek Underworld to start a war with ancient deities.

I was a peaceful guy. I liked eating good food, driving fast cars, hanging out with my family, and spending time with my girlfriends. I had zero desire to wander around murdering people or overthrowing pantheons for no reason.

The whole thing was completely baffling.

’Why would I randomly come here and kill him?’ I muttered in my mind.

I stood there for three seconds, letting his words process in my head and then, suddenly, a lightbulb went off.

A dry, incredulous smirk spread across my face.

’Ah...’ I realized, shaking my head in sheer disbelief. ’I get it now. The prophecy was a self-fulfilling trap.’

Initially, I had zero reason or desire to ever cross paths with Hades, let alone kill him. But because Hades saw a prophecy showing his death, he panicked and sent an armed mercenary squad to detonate a mana bomb under my girlfriend’s concert and blow my jet out of the sky.

By trying to murder me to avoid his fate, he directly turned me into his bitter enemy, ensuring that I would eventually come down here and put him in the ground.

Hades himself had set the entire chain of events into motion.

Paige let out an amused chuckle inside my head, her physical foxkin body leaning comfortably against my shoulder as her nine fluffy white tails switched back and forth.

[Fufufu~ That is the true beauty of Fate, Host!] Paige explained, her dark eyes flashing with playful wisdom. [The more a foolish entity tries to run away from a destined outcome, the faster they sprint straight into it! The act of knowing the future is already factored into the timeline. Trying to alter Fate using information provided by Fate simply completes the loop!]

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as I looked at the pale, sweating God of Death slumping on his throne.

’Hades is genuinely an idiot,’ I thought, my expression turning cold and sharp. ’Initially, I didn’t care about his existence at all. But now? Yeah... I’m definitely going to kill him eventually.’

[He brought it entirely upon himself!] Paige agreed happily, giving my arm an affectionate squeeze.

Before Hades could utter another word of his angry rant, his pale face suddenly turned a sickly shade of green. His dark eyes widened in sheer terror as a rumble echoed straight from his lower abdomen.

BOOM-RUMBLE!

A gut-wrenching spasm racked his divine vessel. Hades let out a sharp, choked gasp, clutching his stomach with both hands as sweat poured down his temples like a waterfall.

"Not... again...!" Hades wheezed out, his regal dignity completely shattering into panic.

He didn’t even bother saying goodbye to his wife. The God of Death literally scrambled off his iron throne, stumbled over his own heavy dark cloak, and sprinted at top speed toward a side archway, diving straight into the luxurious, soundproofed private bathroom he had specially constructed a month ago to handle his endless gastrointestinal nightmare.

SLAM!

The heavy iron bathroom doors slammed shut, followed by the faint, muffled sounds of divine suffering.

Silence descended over the grand throne room once again.

Persephone stood at the base of the dais, staring toward the sealed bathroom doors.

She didn’t look worried, sad, or concerned for her husband’s health. She simply let out a long, exhausted breath, holding her silk handkerchief over her nose before clicking her tongue in profound disdain.

"Pathetic," Persephone muttered under her breath.

She didn’t leave the hall. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked calmly up the stone steps of the dais, stopping directly beside the stygian iron throne. She reached behind the backrest, tapping a hidden runic mechanism carved into the dark dragon bones.

CLICK.

A small, concealed compartment slid open.

Persephone reached inside and retrieved a sleek, elegant handheld mirror crafted from shimmering silver and dark lapis lazuli.

A subtle, deeply intriguing smile touched her crimson lips as she looked down at the glass surface.

"He only received shattered fragments of the prophecy," Persephone murmured softly to herself. "Prophecies granted by the primordial threads are never that simple."

She raised her index finger, channeling a thin, concentrated stream of dark nether mana directly into the mirror’s runic border.

Curious, I nudged Paige’s arm, and the two of us stepped forward invisibly, walking right up the dais to peek over Persephone’s shoulder.

The surface of the mirror flickered. The dark, cloudy mist inside the glass rapidly cleared away, displaying a crystal-clear, high-definition vision of the future.

The moment the scene inside the mirror stabilized, my mind went completely, utterly blank.

I stood there, staring at the glass screen, completely speechlessly frozen.

Displayed inside the mirror was a video of Persephone and me.

It wasn’t a quick, vague vision. No, it was an extraordinarily detailed, crystal-clear scene set inside a lavish, dimly lit private bedchamber. In the vision, I was completely naked, my bare chest glistening with a faint sheen of sweat as I ruthlessly, relentlessly plowed into Persephone from behind.

Persephone had both of her hands pressed flat against a heavy dark headboard, her head tossed back, her long dark hair cascading messily over her shoulders as her back arched in sheer, uninhibited pleasure.

Her loud, intoxicating, and breathy moaning echoed faintly from the mirror’s enchanted surface, her face flushed dark pink as she took every single inch of me.

The vision didn’t stop there. The surface of the mirror shifted, seamlessly transitioning through various explicit, intense positions. It showed me lifting her voluptuous frame up against a tall stone wall, her long legs wrapped tightly around my waist as our lips locked in a wild, passionate kiss.

Then it showed her straddling my lap, taking full control while riding me with absolute, desperate hunger, both of us completely lost in a marathon session of raw, unbridled lust.

Persephone’s dark eyes widened in genuine, utter shock as she stared down at the explicit video playing in her hands.

A sharp, breathless gasp slipped past her lips. Her fingers trembled slightly against the silver frame of the mirror, her fair cheeks bursting into a deep, fiery crimson as her gaze remained glued to the screen, watching my future self mercilessly railing her.

"I see..." Persephone whispered softly, her voice carrying a heavy, raspy tremor as her breath fanned hot against the glass. "...so that is what triggered the full vision. He didn’t just see his death... he saw this."

She slowly licked her lower lip, her chest rising and falling in a faster rhythm. "Seth Fernando is going to fuck me... and that is why Hades lost his sanity."

Beside her, my mouth was practically hanging open.

[PFTTTT—AHAHAHAHAHA!!]

The next second, Paige erupted into a fit of violent, unhinged, high-pitched laughter that echoed frantically inside my consciousness.

She clutched her waist, her physical foxkin body practically rolling against my shoulder as her nine white tails swished wildly through the air!

[SETH!!] Paige cackled out, tears of laughter welling up in her dark eyes. [HE WAS TRYING TO KILL YOU BECAUSE THE PROPHECY TOLD HIM HE WAS GOING TO GET CUCKED!! AHAHAHA! THE GREAT CHIEF GOD OF DEATH IS PREDESTINED TO BE A CUCKOLD!! THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE SYSTEM EXISTENCE!!]

I rubbed the heel of my palm against my eyes, trying to process the absolute absurdity of the situation.

’Paige...’ I narrowed my eyes, addressing her mentally with a deadpan look. ’Be honest with me. Did you do this? Did you fabricate this entire video inside her mirror just to mess with my head?’

Paige stopped her laughter for a second, giving me a huffy, thoroughly offended look as she rolled her dark eyes.

[Excuse me, Host?!] Paige huffed, crossing her arms beneath her lush bust. [I’ll have you know that I was far too busy rewatching the maximum-definition cinematic footage of your triple sex session with Yerin, Yoona, and Val from last night to waste time faking a magical mirror prophecy! I didn’t touch her mirror at all! That vision is one hundred percent authentic!]

I looked at her, then gave a quiet, understanding nod.

That explanation made total sense. Paige was indeed enough of a dedicated gooner to prioritize rewatching my real-life sex tapes over fabricating fake prophecies for a Greek goddess.

I turned my gaze back toward the mirror, watching my future self effortlessly shift positions and drive Persephone wild on the silk sheets.

’Well...’ I noted mentally, reviewing my own form with a thoughtful expression. ’...I have to admit, I’m working pretty damn good in that video. My stamina and technique look top-tier.’

Paige giggled softly, leaning her cheek against my chest as her fluffy white tails wrapped gently around my waist. [So... are you interested in getting together with Queen Persephone, Host?]

I thought about it for a moment, keeping my perspective balanced and grounded.

’I’m never opposed to getting together with an insanely hot woman, Paige,’ I explained smoothly in my mind. ’As long as there’s genuine attraction, mutual love, or at least the real potential for a meaningful bond between us.’

I paused, comparing the situation to my earlier interactions.

’Take Sigrid, for example,’ I continued. ’She’s super cute, and her crazy dragon-nerd logic is honestly hilarious. But I’m not going to jump into bed with her or get married purely because she gave me a statistical pitch about "breeding compatibility" and genetic material. I want actual feelings and emotional connections in my relationships, not just cold, transactional arrangements.’

Paige listened quietly, a warm, approving smile spreading across her mature face as her fox ears twitched softly. [A very noble and healthy mindset, Host.]

Meanwhile, Persephone was still standing on the dais, staring down at the mirror.

The initial shock on her face had completely faded, replaced by something far more dangerous. Her dark eyes were no longer filled with disgust or cold disdain. A heavy, intensely hungry heat flickered in her pupils as her gaze tracked my body on the screen. She ran her thumb gently across my image on the glass, her tongue lightly tracing her lower lip as her breathing turned shallow and warm.

She was visibly, thoroughly turned on by the sight of me brutally taking her in the future. I watched her reaction, a slow, amused smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

’Honestly...’ I whispered mentally to Paige, ’...if I didn’t value genuine love and real emotional connections so much, I’d probably walk up to Persephone right now and pursue her just to cuckold Hades out of pure spite.’

Paige offered a devious, wicked grin, her dark eyes sparkling with chaotic delight. [Fufufu~ But Host! You know how Fate works in this cosmos! Since that vision is a confirmed fated outcome, unless you actively go out of your way to reject her and forcefully alter the timeline... it’s going to happen naturally anyway! If you just leave things alone and let nature take its course, you are definitely going to cuck Hades!]

I looked at Persephone’s breathtaking, voluptuous figure, her dark silk gown clinging to her curves, and the needy, hungry expression on her gorgeous face.

I let out a quiet, relaxed sigh, giving a casual shrug.

"Well..." I smirked dryly, my hands resting comfortably in my pockets as we drifted invisible in the throne room. "...if Fate insists on delivering a top-tier Queen straight into my lap, I certainly won’t complain. Persephone is hot as fuck."