Reborn As Hades In Olympus Chapter 62 Rain (III)

Ch. 62: Rain (III)

The rain ca down in torrents, each droplet hitting like icy needles as Poseidon and I circled one another. My muscles ached from the relentless pace of our fight, but I couldn't afford to slow down now. Poseidon, God of the Sea, was proving to be the ideal opponent— strategic, calculating, and ruthlessly fast. Every move I made was t with a counter, every feint was anticipated.

He was two steps ahead of , always forcing backwards.

It was exhausting, ntally and physically. His bident was a blur as it cut through the air with precision, each strike only narrowly missing its mark. I barely had ti to react. My feet slid on the rain- soaked ground, struggling to maintain balance. I needed an opening, just one chance to turn the tide in my favor.

"Are you getting sloppy, Poseidon?" I taunted, hoping to break his focus. It was a long shot, but I had nothing to lose. I couldn't tell if it worked— his expression remained cold and unreadable. If anything, it only seed to make him move faster. His attacks blurred, becoming almost impossible to track.

"Damn, you're good," I muttered, more to myself than him.

Then, a sharp pain surged through my left eye, the Eye of Foresight that Protheus had given . The world around began to split into double images— one of the present and one of what was just ahead. My vision warped, and for a mont, I saw it: Poseidon's bident plunging into my chest. Panic shot through as the image seared itself into my mind.

I jerked to the side just in ti, narrowly avoiding the blow ant for my heart. The bident sliced through the air where I had stood a second before. I spun around, kicking out at Poseidon, hoping to catch him off-guard. But even that, he had anticipated. He leaped back, effortlessly dodging the strike.

"I guess you aren't ordinary yourself," Poseidon acknowledged, his voice a low growl.

His recognition ant little; it didn't change the fact that he was still winning. I had no choice but to switch to the offensive. My body moved on instinct now, driven by the adrenaline coursing through my veins. With a burst of speed, I closed the gap between us and landed a solid punch on Poseidon's face. His head snapped back, and for a brief mont, he staggered.

The shock on his face was palpable, and for the first ti, I saw a flicker of vulnerability.

But the mont was fleeting. Poseidon's surprise quickly morphed into sothing darker— pure, unfiltered rage. His lips curled into a snarl as he regained his footing, his eyes locking onto mine with renewed intensity.

The sky responded to his fury, cracking open with a deafening roar of thunder. The downpour grew heavier, turning the battlefield into a slick, treacherous ss. The weight of the rain pressed down on us, thickening the tension in the air. I could feel myself slowing down, the fatigue beginning to take its toll. My heart raced, struggling to keep up with the demands of the fight.

But I couldn't let Poseidon see my exhaustion. I couldn't give him that advantage.

He studied for a mont, his chest heaving. "Whoever you are, you played the ga well. You knew who we were, how to react. It's crazy to think of what more you could know." His voice was laced with grudging respect, but beneath it, I sensed sothing else— curiosity, and maybe a hint of fear. He saw as a threat.

But he was right about one thing: I wasn't a seasoned fighter. I was a scholar, a thinker, not soone who could rely on brute force or years of combat experience. My only chance was to fight smarter, to find an edge. The most I could draw out of myself was about forty percent of my full power, but I had to assu Poseidon hadn't even reached his peak yet.

I had to be ready for him to co at with everything.

The rain soaked through my hair and clothes, clinging to my skin like a cold reminder of how much I still had to learn. But there was sothing comforting in the rain too. It drowned out the world around , creating a rhythm I could focus on. The sound of it hitting the ground, the sll of wet earth— it grounded , reminded of sothing from my past, though I couldn't quite place it.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. My muscles tightened, my senses sharpened. This was it. The mont of truth.

"I have one question for you sir," I said, my voice cold and steady. My aura darkened, the energy around shifting as I prepared for the next clash.

Poseidon's eyes flickered with annoyance. "Sir?" he repeated, incredulous. "How insulting. I am the god of the seas."

I ignored his indignation. "What was your goal in forming the Circle?"

For a split second, I thought I saw sothing flicker behind his eyes— hesitation, maybe doubt— but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. His face hardened again, and he started advancing toward , his bident raised.

"Like hell I'd tell you, imposter," he snarled.

I flexed my hands, feeling the blood pump through them as I loosened my grip before tightening it again. "Don't worry, Poseidon. I'll beat every bit of information out of you," I replied. "I never expected you to be a traitor. That's more of Ares' style."

Poseidon's expression darkened further. "Traitor?" he scoffed. "How presumptuous of you. I am a god, above all else. Hades was always the scheming bastard. He had hidden agendas, secrets.

That was why he ford the Circle all those years back."

His words hit like a hamr. Hades? The Circle? I fought to keep my expression neutral, though I could feel my shock bubbling beneath the surface. Was he telling the truth? Could Hades have been behind it all?

My mind raced, trying to piece together the fragnts of information I had.

"You don't believe ?" Poseidon sneered. "Fine. Believe what you will. But soon, you will be dead."

We stood face to face now, inches apart, the rain pouring down between us like a curtain. His bident glead in the dim light, its razor-sharp points aid directly at . "An unsteady heart cannot summon the weapon of a god," Poseidon continued, his voice low and nacing. "You have no hope of winning."

"Last question," I said, cutting him off as he raised his weapon. "How did you know who I was?"

His hesitation was brief, but telling. "All over the web, your true identity was revealed. There's a price on your head. Most of the gods don't believe it, but suspicions have been growing for so ti."

"So it's him," I muttered to myself, lowering my head. My suspicions were confird. This had to be his coback— Mr Anonymous was getting ready to finish off for good.

Poseidon thrust his bident at my face, but this ti, I was ready.

"Gloves off," I whispered, as the real fight began.

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