Novel Full Chapter 665: Failed Weapon, Meeting ’Them’
Chapter 665: Failed Weapon, Meeting ’Them’
Berserker’s POV
Berserker roared as soon as he appeared in sky of the new Cosmos.
His voice was full of force, rage, and emotion tangled into a single bellow that echoed far and wide.
Countless presences stirred.
Some of them had were rapidly growing stronger due to the appearance of Neo’s Path.
They were now coming fast towards Berserker.
They must’ve marked him as an enemy due to his dangerous roar that could harm the life in the cosmos.
But Berserker didn’t care.
He was too furious.
“You damned Hargraves!” he snarled, voice crackling with unstable energy.
Those two brothers had deeply irritated him.
But this time, someone else had made it worse.
“And you damned bitch! I’m going to kill you next time we meet!”
His second roar sent powerful shockwaves rolling out in every direction.
They were dangerous ripples that could flatten mountains and crack the atmosphere itself.
And in this Cosmos—one that had only recently begun nurturing strong beings—such power could cause untold destruction.
Yet the shockwaves…
“Stop.”
They slowed, softened, and disappeared like dust swept away by an invisible hand.
Berserker turned his head to the source of voice.
Standing there was Hades.
Long black hair. Crimson eyes. Two curved horns. Twelve large wings.
Hades hadn’t attacked yet, but the wings made one thing clear: he was ready to fight, if Berserker made things problematic.
The two locked eyes in silence.
Hades did not say anything for a long while.
Just as Berserker was about to attack, Hades finally asked, “….How is he?”
Berserker understood his words immediately.
He didn’t need clarification to know who Hades was referring to.
Hades must’ve known something major happened to Neo. The opening of the Cosmos was the proof.
In another mood, Berserker might have cracked a joke. He might’ve laughed it off or said something vague.
But not now.
Now, he wanted to hurt someone.
So he said the worst thing he could think of.
“Since when did you start to care about him? It’s not like he is your son. He was just a failed weapon. Why pretend otherwise now?”
Hades’ expression hardened.
It was a subtle change, but Berserker noticed it.
That was what he wanted.
“Oh, wait, are you worried he might’ve recovered the memories from his first life? Is that why you are asking about him?” Berserker pressed, grinning slightly.
There was a flicker in Hades’ eyes.
His aura started to rise.
The air around him began to twist and groan under the weight of his power.
Just as the tension teetered toward breaking, a soft voice interrupted.
“Brother.”
Both men turned immediately.
…
Neo’s POV
Neo stared at the man in front of him.
He looked human.
At least, on the surface.
But Neo couldn’t be sure if the man was a human actually from Earth, a human from another planet, or someone who only looked like human.
“Oh, if it isn’t Kevin,” Bael said casually, a faint smile on his face.
The First Ranked Grim Reaper shifted his gaze toward Neo.
“You looked so tense, so I stayed back. But it was just this brat?”
Kevin, the subject of the taunts, didn’t respond.
He stood in silence, staring at both of them with a calm, unreadable expression.
Neo didn’t back down from the gaze.
He recognized Kevin.
Kevin, the Apostle.
The same man Yaleth had mentioned.
The one he was supposed to meet, the one who might have helped him stand against the Eternals.
Bael’s hand hovered near the hilt of his sword, still sheathed but ready.
“Kevin,” he said again, his tone still light, but something sharp crept into it.
Kevin looked at him.
Bael’s smile didn’t disappear, but the atmosphere around him shifted.
His aura began to rise steadily, pressing outward like the calm before a storm.
Neo’s eyes narrowed.
He sensed it immediately.
’That’s not a Stage 5. Not… a normal one at least.’
’Seems like Bael was holding back in the last fight.’
Only now did it make sense why Bael had volunteered to stay behind.
The First Grim Reaper had his own secrets, and aces.
“I heard something interesting from the Firstborn of Death.”
He tilted his head slightly, still smiling.
“Is it true your people tortured the Second Prince?”
The words hung heavy in the air.
The tension grew instantly, coiling in the silence like a drawn bow.
Neo didn’t know how strong Kevin was, but he had no doubt Bael could erupt into violence at a moment’s notice.
Both of them were dangerous.
And the question Bael asked wasn’t something he was going to let go of easily.
Kevin didn’t respond right away.
Instead, he looked at Neo, then back to Bael.
“I wasn’t involved in harming him,” Kevin said flatly.
“But you knew it was happening, didn’t you?”
“I had no reason to save him.”
Kevin didn’t raise his voice.
He didn’t release his aura or shift his stance.
He simply answered, without any emotion behind it.
Bael didn’t move either.
But his fingers tapped lightly on his sheath, like a man fighting the urge to unsheathe his blade.
Neo watched both men carefully.
Then Kevin raised his hand slowly.
Both Neo and Bael noticed his reaction.
They were ready to fight, but Kevin didn’t attack.
Instead, he activated an unknown, odd spell.
Fragments of dust began to rise from the cracked ground of Voraka Planet.
They floated upward, pulled by some invisible force, and gathered above Kevin’s palm.
The fragments compressed into a dull grey sphere.
Kevin closed his fingers around it and crushed it effortlessly.
The dust vanished.
“If you’re going to hide Ashes, do it properly,” Kevin said, then looked at them again. “They’ll be here in five seconds. Let me handle the talking. Don’t provoke them.”
Neo frowned. “Who’s coming?”
Before Kevin could answer, a voice spoke from nearby.
“I see. So you knew we were coming.”
It wasn’t Kevin’s voice. It wasn’t Bael’s.
It was someone new.
Neo turned to the side, and stopped breathing for a second.
A humanoid figure stood there.
His body had a strange crystalline sheen to it, like smooth, polished glass.
His head was shaped like a crystal tear.
And inside each eye, embedded in the pupils, was an Ouroboros snake, circling endlessly.