Reborn As Hades In Olympus Chapter 90 The Reset

Ch. 90: The Reset

We all lose things in this journey called life. It is a necessity to not have it all. They say the most painful things to lose are love, trust, hope, and ti. Ti is sothing I had lost before— though whether I found it again or bent it to my will, I wasn't so sure. I think I heard that sentint in a cartoon once.

But now, standing on the precipice of another beginning, those words felt more real than ever. I had been given too much ti to reflect, to ruminate on my mistakes, and now I was here again in that strange space, cursed to repeat or redeem myself.

In this liminal state, I was nothing more than a strand of thought, clustered together in the fabric of reality. But I wasn't alone. A dark wisp clung to , like a shadow that I couldn't shake. Hades. The real Hades. Dormant.

That sliver of him was the reason I existed in the first place, yet why did he remain comatose? Why was he not fighting to take control? Did I kill him to be reborn, or was this sothing deeper, an inevitable fate we both shared?

As my mind spiraled through those questions, my thoughts began to drift to those I had lost. Talos... where was she now? Was she still suffering because of my mistakes? Because of ? I hated this weight on my shoulders— the responsibility to lead, the lives tied to my every decision.

It was a burden I hadn't asked for, but one I had chosen to carry. And now I had to face it head-on.

Hers....

Hecate....

Eris....

Hephaestus....

Even the Hers from another world. They all died because of , because of my foolish alliance, and Talos was the only one left. I owed her everything. But even now, I wasn't sure if she would be with in this new tiline, this reset. Or had I left her behind, lost in the ripple of ti?

Yes I had enough ti to ponder on it all!

A flash of light tore from my thoughts, pulling back into reality— no, sothing more than reality. I could feel my body forming, my senses coming back in a rush. Air filled my lungs, painfully raw as I gasped for breath. The world around was blinding, a sea of light that made stumble back. Then, I hit sothing solid.

"Big Bro Hades!" The voice ca in a frantic shout, so familiar it almost hurt to hear it again.

I blinked hard, my vision slowly adjusting to the figure before . Zeus. Of course, it was Zeus.

But it wasn't his face that caught off guard. No, it was the fact that I was cradled in the arms of Poseidon, the very god who had severed my hand in the heat of battle. Now he held with an oddly gentle concern, his expression far softer than the cruel smirk I rembered.

"Is it your old wound?" Poseidon asked, his voice unnervingly tender.

I couldn't find the words. Poseidon? The sa god who had once gleefully torn apart was now asking if I was alright. I managed to mutter sothing incoherent, my mind racing to catch up with this bizarre mont.

Poseidon continued, "So what you said back then was true, after father damaged our body. You took the most damage of all causing you to hibernate whenever your wounds opened."

What the hell was he talking about? This seed too familiar, too real. Then it clicked— I had lived this before. I had been here. This was the mont I had blacked out after defeating Zeus. The mont I collapsed from the toll of the battle.

And here I was thinking I was hallucinating again.

Zeus stomped over, his frustration written all over his face. "C'mon! I just got my big bro back, and now he's gonna disappear again?"

Poseidon placed a hand on my back, attempting to soothe his younger brother. "It won't take long. He just needs ti."

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Zeus's face twisted in worry, his carefree attitude lting away for a mont. "You better be up in ti for my big party in a few hundred years, alright? Promise?"

That's when it hit — I had traveled back in ti. Hephaestus' machine, his insane invention, had actually worked. I wasn't just reliving a mory— I had been thrown two hundred years into the past. The weight of the realization hit like a wave, crashing into my chest with a force that nearly sent to my knees.

Even if I had been ntally prepared for the impact being here was a different experience entirely.

But sothing was wrong. Back then, Hades' old wound had kept unconscious for years, yet now I felt... fine. Almost too fine. Why wasn't I incapacitated like before?

"I'm fine," I said, brushing off their concern, pushing myself to stand. The confusion on their faces deepened.

"You sure?" Poseidon's voice was gentle, far too gentle for the man who had once taken my hand. "No need to act tough."

I looked down at my hands. Both of them. Whole. My right hand, the one Poseidon had severed, was back as if nothing had happened. The shock of seeing it, feeling it, made my heart race. I had both hands again.

I resisted the urge to touch them, to run my fingers over the smooth, unscarred skin. I couldn't let them see my astonishnt.

Zeus, oblivious to my inner turmoil, jumped for joy. "Yipeee! Let's go to the bar and get so drinks my angel brother. Drinks are on whoever's na starts with an H." He threw an arm around , his excitent palpable. He had no idea what I was about to do. What I could do now.

I forced a smile and shrugged. "Sure thing." But my mind was already racing ahead. Hers, Hecate, Hephaestus— they were all still alive. None of the horrors had happened yet. I could fix this. I could save them.

I could change everything. I had ti.

I could stop Calamity Zero!

As we walked down the grand halls of the temple, mories of what was to co surged through . Protheus had just been condemned, and here I was, back at the beginning, before the dominoes started falling. Hephaestus would have been proud to know his machine worked, that I was now playing with ti itself. But even so, the feeling of predestination, of fate, hung over like a storm cloud.

I glanced over at Poseidon. He walked beside , calm, collected, his face betraying nothing of the dark ambitions I knew he harbored. But I wasn't fooled. I had seen the monster lurking beneath his serene exterior. I knew what he was capable of, and I wouldn't let him catch off guard this ti.

"Um, Poseidon," I began, hesitating. I wanted to challenge him, to confront him about his betrayal, but it wasn't ti. Not yet. I needed to play along, to figure out his motives, to get closer to him if I wanted to prevent the disaster I knew was coming. "It's really nice having you here with ."

Poseidon looked at , surprised by the sentint. For a mont, his mask slipped, and I saw genuine confusion in his eyes. Then, he smiled, nodding lightly. "Likewise, brother."

I clenched my fists in my pockets. The battle lines were drawn. This ti, I wouldn't let him betray . This ti, I would be ready.

And I wouldn't lose again.