Charlomaine felt a mix of excitement and tension as he stood in the arena, facing the god of the underworld. The surreal nature of the situation wasn't lost on him; in his past life, this would have been an unimaginable scenario, but now, it was his reality. He gripped his sword, Joyeuse, feeling the familiar weight and energy coursing through it. This blade, steeped in legend and power, was a part of his identity, and he felt confident holding it.
Hades, clad in imposing black armor, stood opposite him. The god's calm demeanor betrayed no sign of apprehension. When Charlomaine requested Hades to draw his weapon, the ground began to tremble, a palpable demonstration of the god's power. From the earth emerged the Bident, a weapon as dark and foreboding as its master. Charlomaine recognized it immediately, not just as a symbol of Hades' dominion but as a potent artifact in its own right.
With the Bident in hand, Hades exuded an aura of authority and ancient power. He met Charlomaine's gaze, his voice calm but commanding. "You may use any of your abilities in this battle, including your dominion over creation. Let this be a true test of our strengths."
Charlomaine nodded, acknowledging the gravity of the match. He took a deep breath, focusing on the energy within him. The system had granted him abilities beyond his previous life's comprehension, and he intended to use them wisely. The arena, with its shadowy ambiance and ethereal presence, seemed to pulse with anticipation. The ground beneath them, composed of the very essence of the underworld, felt charged with potential energy.
He glanced briefly at Beelzebub, who stood at the edge of the arena, her eyes trained on the combatants. She was there to ensure things didn't get out of hand, but Charlomaine knew she was also there to witness his growth. He felt her silent support, a steady presence amidst the tension.
As the two combatants readied themselves, the air between them seemed to hum with energy. Charlomaine adjusted his grip on Joyeuse, feeling the sword's connection to his soul. He had fought many battles, but this was different. This was a test not just of strength but of will, strategy, and understanding.
Hades moved first, a swift, precise motion with the Bident that sent a shockwave through the ground. Charlomaine reacted instantly, raising Joyeuse to deflect the attack. The clash of their weapons sent sparks flying, illuminating the dark arena in bursts of light. The power behind Hades' strike was formidable, and Charlomaine felt the force reverberate through his arm.
Drawing on his system's abilities, Charlomaine activated his domain over creation. The ground beneath him shifted and molded at his will, forming barriers and platforms that he could use to his advantage. He launched himself into the air, using the platforms to gain height and momentum. With a swift motion, he directed a blast of energy at Hades, who deftly blocked it with the Bident.
The two exchanged blows, their weapons clashing with a resonance that echoed through the arena. Hades' mastery of the Bident was evident; every strike was calculated, powerful, and imbued with the weight of his dominion. Charlomaine, however, was not just a warrior; he was a tactician. He used his surroundings, the shifting ground, and his abilities to create openings and opportunities.
As the battle continued, Charlomaine felt the thrill of combat course through him. This was not just a fight but a dance of power and strategy. He unleashed a series of slashes with Joyeuse, each imbued with his essence. Hades countered with his own formidable magic, dark tendrils of energy that sought to ensnare Charlomaine.
Charlomaine dodged, countering with bursts of creative energy that shattered the tendrils. He could feel the strain of the battle, the push and pull of their energies. This was a true test of his limits, but he was determined to see it through.
Hades, for his part, seemed impressed. There was a glint of respect in his eyes as he faced Charlomaine. "You fight well, for one so young. But know this: the power of the underworld is not easily overcome."
With that, Hades unleashed a wave of dark energy, the full might of his domain. The arena seemed to darken, shadows converging around Charlomaine. For a moment, the weight of Hades' power threatened to overwhelm him, but Charlomaine stood firm. He channeled his own energy, drawing on the system's grants and his inner strength.
With a roar, he broke through the shadows, his eyes blazing with determination. He raised Joyeuse, its blade shining with a brilliant light, and struck at Hades with all his might. The clash of their powers sent a shockwave through the arena, the ground cracking and the air vibrating with the force of their energies.
When the dust settled, Charlomaine stood panting, Joyeuse still in hand. Hades stood opposite him, his expression calm but with a hint of approval. The arena was silent, the energy of the battle still lingering in the air.
Hades lowered the Bident, signaling the end of the match. "Well fought, Charlomaine. You have proven yourself worthy of your lineage and more. The power you wield is impressive, and your resolve even more so."
Charlomaine relaxed, feeling the tension of the battle dissipate. He nodded in acknowledgment, grateful for the opportunity and the lessons learned. The system chimed in his mind, confirming the completion of the mission and the unlocking of new skills.
Beelzebub approached, a proud smile on her face. "Not bad, nephew. You handled yourself well."
Charlomaine smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. The battle with Hades had been a profound experience, a testament to his growth and potential. He had faced a god and held his own, and in doing so, had unlocked new facets of his abilities. The journey ahead was still long, but this victory was a significant step forward.
Persephone smiled, her voice gentle yet curious. "It was still impressive, even if shorter than your fight with Camezotz." She glanced at Charlomaine, clearly intrigued by his abilities and resolve.
Charlomaine chuckled, feeling a bit of relief after the intense battle. "Camezotz really pushed me to my limits. It was a fight against one of the Top 10, after all. No offense, Lord Hades."
Hades waved off the comment with a warm smile. "None taken, kid. You've proven your mettle today. It's no small feat to stand against two gods of their respective underworlds and hold your ground." He seemed genuinely impressed, a rare sight for a god who had seen countless souls and warriors come and go.
The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed now, a stark contrast to the tension of moments before. Charlomaine felt a sense of camaraderie with these beings, despite the vast differences in their statuses and experiences. It was a moment of mutual respect and understanding, bridging the gap between the mortal and the divine.
As they stood there, the arena quiet and still, Charlomaine couldn't help but feel a deep sense of accomplishment. He had not only faced and fought with Hades but had also earned the respect of the god of the underworld. This encounter was a significant milestone in his journey, a testament to his growth and potential. The path ahead was still uncertain and undoubtedly filled with more challenges, but for now, he could savor this victory and the lessons it had imparted.
Charlomaine lay on his bed, the recent events replaying in his mind. The system notifications popped up, and he read through the descriptions of his newly unlocked abilities:
[Greek Fire]: This mystical flame could be controlled and used at will. You could ignite any weapon with this green fire, which would burn indefinitely until he decided otherwise. It was an incredibly potent ability, as Greek Fire was known for its tenacity and effectiveness in combat.
[Hades' Invisibility]: This ability allowed you to blend into the shadows, rendering him invisible and intangible to non-magical attacks. It also made him difficult to detect, except by those with specific spells or abilities designed to counter invisibility. ( Pretty good power if I say so )
[Lord of the Dead]: This power granted Charlomaine authority over all undead beings. They would follow his commands without hesitation, and he could summon the dead to aid him. Additionally, while this ability was active, no undead could harm or defy him.
**[Earth Shaker]** (Bonus Ability): As a reward for completing the bonus quest of defeating Hades, Charlomaine unlocked the "Earth Shaker" ability. This granted him dominion over the earth itself, allowing him to manipulate it at a level comparable to certain earth gods. ( Be careful when using this power don't want any attention from other earth gods)
As Charlomaine absorbed the details of these new abilities, he felt a mix of excitement and responsibility. Each ability was a powerful tool, capable of significantly altering the course of his missions. However, they also came with potential consequences, especially the Earth Shaker ability. The last thing he needed was unwanted attention from gods who might not take kindly to a mortal wielding such power.
He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his new powers and the journey ahead. The system's notifications had marked the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. For now, though, he allowed himself a moment of rest. The floating castle was quiet, and Charlomaine drifted into a deep sleep, dreaming of the challenges and adventures yet to come.
Charlomaine glanced at the system notification hovering in his view, feeling a mix of curiosity and mild exasperation. He decided to engage with the system, which often felt like a companion, albeit a mysterious and sometimes cryptic one.
"Hey, system," Charlomaine started, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Why do I need these abilities, anyway?"
The system responded with its usual straightforward and slightly detached tone: **[Don't know, I just get the quests and give you them.]**
Charlomaine sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sometimes I forget you have a personality of your own," he muttered, a wry smile forming on his lips.
**[Well, it adds a little charm to the process, doesn't it?]** the system replied, displaying a playful message.
Charlomaine chuckled softly. Despite the occasional annoyance, the system's quirks often made his journey less lonely. "Yeah, I guess it does," he conceded, leaning back against his pillow. He pondered over the abilities he'd gained and the challenges that lay ahead.
With the system's enigmatic nature and its cryptic responses, Charlomaine knew he had to stay on his toes. He had these abilities now, and while the system didn't offer much insight into why, it was clear they'd be crucial at some point. As much as he appreciated the system's attempts at humor, he also recognized that these powers came with responsibilities and potential dangers.
For now, though, he decided to rest and take things as they came. The system's personality, while sometimes baffling, was a reminder that he wasn't entirely alone on this unpredictable journey.
The next day Otton made a call to Charlomaine as he picked up his phone ready to answer him.
Otton spoke from the other end. Are you back my lord.
Charlomaine then answered from his side. Yes Otton I am, it was something to go to the greek underworld enough of that how is my adorable little sister doing.
Otton sighed at that, his lord really loved his sister as proved my him having more pictures of her then even lord Lucifer which was saying a lot, luckily for everyone this was pure brotherly love
Otton cleared his throat before responding, understanding the bond between Charlomaine and Charlie. "She's doing well, my lord. A bit of chaos as usual, but nothing out of the ordinary. She's been busy managing the hotel and dealing with the usual crowd, including Sir Pentious, who is trying to settle in."
Charlomaine smiled at the mention of his sister's endeavors. "That's good to hear. She's always been passionate about her work. How's she handling Sir Pentious?"
Otton chuckled softly. "As expected, she's giving him a chance, much to the surprise of everyone else. But Vaggie's keeping a close eye on him, just in case."
Charlomaine nodded, satisfied with the report. "Good. I'm glad Charlie's holding her ground and staying true to her ideals. And Vaggie's vigilance is reassuring. Anything else I should know?"
Otton hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Well, there was a bit of a scare with some of the new guests. Vaggie had to step in and explain some things, particularly about the dangers of another great war."
Charlomaine's expression grew serious. "I see. It's a sensitive topic, especially with everything going on. We need to be careful not to stir up any old wounds or ignite unnecessary tensions."
Otton agreed. "Indeed, my lord. It's a delicate balance. But Charlie's doing her best to maintain peace and order, as always."
Charlomaine sighed, feeling a mix of pride and concern for his sister. "She always does. Keep an eye on her for me, Otton. Make sure she stays safe."
"Of course, my lord," Otton replied with a tone of respect and loyalty. "I'll do everything in my power."
With that, the call ended, leaving Charlomaine to ponder the events in the underworld and the ongoing challenges his sister faced. As much as he wanted to be there to protect her, he trusted Otton and the others to keep a watchful eye. For now, he had his own responsibilities and mysteries to unravel, but he'd always keep an ear out for any news from Hell.
To be continued
Hope people like this Ch and give me power stones, also if you get no chapter tomorrow then know that Bangladesh Internet has been shut down again