Chapter 1 - The General Reincarnates in Another World
I had no idea how long I had been dead or ceased to exist. The concept of existence had ended for as soon as I walked into the entrance of the hell that my old friend Charon showed .
Charon and I had a love-hate relationship. After I killed Hades and took over the Underworld, I made sure it ceased to function so that no God I killed could be sent there. In my mission to kill Olympus, I needed to ensure those cunning ones wouldn’t find a way to return to life. So, I had to break Charon's boat, take control of the Underworld by killing Hades, and shut that place down. I basically fired Charon.
Death didn’t disappear from my old world; it continued to exist. The only thing that changed was that I banished the dead from that world, so anyone who died had to go to another Underworld. As for the Gods, once you die, your existence is erased forever. However, they had made a deal with Hades to use the Underworld to return if that happened. That place was like a ‘Life Insurance.’ Who planned such a thing? My greatest enemy, the Goddess Athena.
Unfortunately for them, I decided to start my journey to free the Titans and wage war against Olympus, but I made sure to beco the Lord of the Underworld first. I stole Hades’ power and all his treasures, including his servants. My old friend Charon had to manage without his boat and had to make a longer journey than usual to carry souls beyond that reality. I guess that’s why he didn’t like . In the end, I destroyed the world, so you know… I kind of overloaded Charon's work even more. Imagine having to suddenly carry all the dead of the world in that little boat? Now you understand why he was a bit angry with ?
When I fulfilled my revenge against the world and beca the Supre God by stealing the power of all the Gods and even... having a brief relationship with Mother Chronos. I was also surprised when I discovered Chronos was a woman... a beautiful woman, by the way, so you weren't the only one shocked. It was quite obvious, after all. Chronos gave birth to the Gods... so it was clear she had to be a woman.
To help defeat Olympus, why not ally with their greatest enemy? In the end, Chronos left... I don’t want to talk about it. But she left after completing her revenge. After that, I had a world to govern with Titan servants and the humans I deed worthy. In the end, I destroyed the world... in a different way. I abdicated being the Supre God to beco human again, which shifted the world's balance, making it cease to exist... at least for . I must have banished myself sohow or sothing like that, but that’s no longer my problem. In the end, I beca human to die and be sent to hell.
When I wished to go to hell by dying like that, guess who ca personally to escort to my eternal tornt? Yes, my friend Charon. I knew that guy liked . In the end, he said he would send to hell, and I accepted it gladly. After all, I take responsibility for my cris and don’t regret them. The problem is that he said this would be a different hell, a hell where I wouldn’t want to leave and would fear losing it. What kind of hell awaits on the other side of this vast darkness? I’m about to find out… now.
“Waaaaah!” What screams are these? Are these the demons that will devour my soul already?
“Waaaaah!”
I’m seeing only darkness, but this unbearable scream must be from so kind of imp. A high-pitched wail, a sharp and shrill cry.
“My lady! Finally, after hours, your baby is out,” said a strange voice. What do you an, baby? Is this so kind of auditory hallucination? Am I hearing the lants of other tornted souls? Or is it so demonic baby? Do they torture while having children in hell? If so, this is definitely a level of madness I didn’t expect.
“Waaaaah!”
Every ti I try to speak, this unbearable noise cuts off. Who is the unlucky soul making this racket? At least let curse my torturer—why am I not being tortured yet? Shouldn't my eternal tornt have already begun?
I feel hands moving around my face, and the darkness before fades. My vision is blurry, but I see a woman… dressed as a maid? Strange. Is she the torturer's assistant? Why is she looking at like that? She's checking my ‘docunts.’ Miss Assistant Torturer, if you're starting the torture there, I think I'll have a pretty sad eternity without being able to pee properly.
“It’s a boy! Congratulations, my lady, you have a son.”
The assistant torturer lifts up… wow, she’s strong. Not to brag, but after consuming the power of all Olympus, it would take divine strength to lift … she's a giant. This assistant torturer is a giant… wait… am I small?
The torturer’s maid servant is smiling at .
“Please, let see my son's face,” a female voice calls.
“He’s a beautiful boy,” says the assistant torturer.
Is she hitting on ? I don’t understand. What do you an, boy? I’m 25 years old… at least, that’s the age I was when I stopped aging and beca immortal.
A warm cloth wraps around , and I’m being handed to a woman. Either these demons are titan-sized—believe , I know their size—or sohow, I’ve shrunk.
For so reason, I can’t move my hands. I try to give the assistant torturer the finger, but it won’t work.
“Oh, he wants to hug . What adorable little fingers,” says the assistant torturer.
She’s going to eat my finger, the torture begins… oh! She kissed them… this assistant torturer isn’t doing her job.
“My baby boy!” a woman takes .
I feel warmth at her touch, a gentle warmth. She’s holding in a way that all the coldness in my soul seems to vanish. What is this woman? So kind of evil entity? Am I under a spell?
The woman’s gentle embrace feels like she’s holding on to as if I might slip away.
“I’m sorry… your mother isn’t in good health. It took too long to bring you into this world because of it,” the beautiful woman says, kissing my forehead.
When she said those words, it felt like my heart was paralyzed by dusa’s curse. Her look conveyed both pain and genuine happiness. Seeing this woman, slightly pale and sickly, I understood everything. Glancing around, I saw many blood-soaked cloths in a bucket.
Sohow, I’ve been reincarnated… I’ve been sent to another world. The look in that woman's eyes told everything… she loves .
For the first ti, I understood a mother's love—all in a single glance. She’s holding so tightly… a tear falls from her eye.
“I thought… I thought I wouldn’t make it. But I did… I had my little boy,” the woman said, crying and hugging .
What is this feeling? Why is this embrace affecting so much? Is this love?
The maid removed the bloody cloths—more than usual for a childbirth.
“My lady, you need to recover… it was a miracle… for both of you,” the maid said as another entered the room with fresh cloths.
The woman holding was closing her eyes and slowly lowering .
Is she dying? No!
“Waaaaah!” ca the sound of a baby crying.
Please don’t die! I need to understand what I felt when you hugged ! I’ve never felt sothing so… so warm. A fla that ward my soul.
“It’s alright, child…” she whispered. “I just need to rest… it’s been a hard day.” My mother was growing paler, her eyes slowly closing.
“What’s his na, my lady?” asked the maid, placing a damp cloth on her forehead.
A na? Who cares about nas right now! Help her! Help her!
“Nathan…” she murmured.
Help my mother, damn it!
More won arrived with wet cloths.
“A beautiful na. What does it an?” the maid asked, trying to keep her awake.
“Gift of God…” my mother murmured in response. Her eyes fully closed, and her arms lost their strength. My mother was dying.
‘A hell where your suffering will be the fear of losing it…’ Caronte’s words echoed in my mind, and I saw the Goddess Athena hiding in a corner, laughing at .
MOTHER! DON’T DIE!
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