Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 134 Bonus Chapter — Untold Pains

Ch. 134: Bonus Chapter — Untold Pains

I tapped away at my laptop, desperate to find any information I could about this Pandora character. She didn't seem to exist in the database, unless she was someone who had been illegally hidden from it. The thought of being outsmarted again gnawed at me like a rat chewing through fabric. I could not stand to lose like that again, to lose to Mr. Anonymous the way I had once done. He had played me, had me dancing on his ropes while Hades chased his calamities. I would stop Mr. Anonymous myself— most preferably outsmart him rather than fight him physically.

It was always a bore to get physical. I thrived on strategy, on manipulation, on weaving webs of deception.

As I worked, I felt something trickling down my nose. I instinctively wiped it away with the back of my hand, only to notice the red liquid staining my skin. Blood? I was bleeding? I glanced at the screen, my mind racing. Was it because I was overworking myself and hadn't slept in days?

"Damnit," I cursed under my breath as the reality of my situation hit me. I needed to get a napkin to wipe off the blood, but leaving my seat felt like hell. As my legs touched the ground, they pulsed like firecrackers, rattling me. I had fallen asleep from sitting in the chair too long, practically having to lean against the wall just to keep myself upright.

Usually, I would stretch my legs while I worked, but now I was too engrossed in my research. I never once lived a healthy lifestyle, but still, I wondered if I was playing it safe.

My lips were dry, my stomach empty. I hadn't eaten since I had emptied the snack bag on my table. After Hades left, I had done all I could to be of use to him.

Did I push myself too hard?

I hated working at a lower operating efficiency; it always caused work loss. So, I made my way to the fridge and devoured whatever junk food I could find. Fruits? No way. I hated them. Anything green was a no for me— too many memories from when Hephaestus would force me to eat my veggies, making me suffer through every bite.

Thinking about Hephaestus made my head ache again, and my mind blanked out. The next moment, I opened my eyes and found myself back at my table, working my butt off. I sifted through every file that could relate to the Circle or Poseidon.

I wanted nothing to do with the guilt I felt about the past, so I worked harder, multitasking and burying myself in my tasks. But the emotions battling within me persisted, creating a bottleneck until I could no longer ignore them. I shut down.

When I next woke up, I was sprawled on the floor, my body flat against the cold surface. I felt hot, and my eyes fell on the clear black inkings on my hands, indicating the activation of my curse. The curse of knowledge— the more I knew, the more I forgot.

I curled into a ball, gnashing my teeth as I battled the searing pain spreading across my body. What was this feeling deep in the pit of my stomach? It felt like icy waters. The more I tried to forget, the more it returned. Hephaestus' face right before he died haunted me, knowing he had died without accepting my apology. It made me feel cold.

I did the right thing by rejecting him. To be honest, I had never cared about his apology. But watching him die before me made me wonder if I would have been happy had I just forgiven him.

I hated emotions

. They always held people back. Every one of my cases was fueled by a misuse of emotion. Emotions were a setback; all I wanted was to forget everything— every pain and every ounce of guilt that weighed me down.

Maybe the curses weren't really curses. Maybe it was just who I was underneath. What I truly wanted was to be someone who was not tied to anyone.

"Ahhhhh!!" I screamed, an unearthly shriek tearing from my throat as the cursed marks began to burn more intensely across my body. As I felt the pain, a deeper recess of my soul found comfort in the thought of forgetting everything. My phone rang, breaking me from my self-delusional state.

Did my phone ever ring before? I thought it was on vibrate. No, wait. I had never set it on vibrate because I had never received calls.

I mustered every ounce of strength left in my feeble body to sit up just as the cursed marks faded from me. I reached for my phone, and when I saw the name displayed on the screen, my heart sank.

"Broody." I recalled that was what I had saved Hades' contact as.

Why had I really done that? I was not a fan of humor, yet I had made that choice. Sometimes I just didn't get myself.

I didn't pick up the call. Instead, I watched it end before going to the chat icon and initiating a chat with Hades. He must be checking in for an update from me at the moment.

"Don't call, chat, dummy." —Midnight Bird

I sighed as if something heavy had lifted off my chest. I did not know what would have happened if he had not called. Would I have been consumed by my curse and become a mindless automaton?

"Talos?" —Hades

My thumbs glided across the screen at a rapid speed.

"Aphrodite? The alliance? What's the progress?" —Midnight Bird

I broke it down, careful not to sound too eager for the new developments.

"Aphrodite's in. I made Hermes confess to the murder of Hades. Talos found out. It'll take time to recover from this." —Hades

So, he had already gone that far.

"So the alliance is failing then." —Midnight Bird

I had to wait a while before I received a response.

"You don't have to always say things like that!" —Hades

I wondered what he meant by that. Wasn't I just speaking the truth to him?

"It's the truth." —You

My racing heart began to calm as the effects of the cursed mark faded. I could breathe again.

"How are things on your side? Most especially, how are you coping?" —Hades

I raised an eyebrow. Was he still focused on that night? I was fine.

"I'm fine. Back to work." —You

"Couldn't find info on Pandora yet. Will update you when I do, though." —You

I typed even faster than usual, but this time my heart wasn't racing.

For someone who worked quickly, waiting for his reply felt like waiting an eternity.

"Don't push yourself too hard." —Hades

I stared at the screen, doing nothing. Even now, he was still looking out for me.

"Go, have some sleep." —Hades

Sleep? I would have scoffed at the humor, but I didn't. Could I rest knowing there was a killer out there on the loose?

My thoughts spiraled into chaos, each one pulling me deeper into a well of anxiety. No matter what, I would win this. I had to. The stakes were too high.

Suddenly, the screen flickered, and an alert popped up. My heart raced. It was a notification— another file had been added to the database. I clicked on it, my breath hitching in my throat.

"Potential lead on Pandora found."

My mind reeled. I had to know more, but as I opened the file, a new message appeared on my screen, pulling me from my focus.

"Talos, we need to talk. It's urgent."

The message was from an unknown number, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. Should I respond?

"Who is this?"

I typed back, but the answer I received left me reeling.

"Someone who knows about Pandora. Meet me at the old clock tower. Midnight."

My pulse quickened as dread settled in my gut. The clock tower was a place I had avoided ever since the incident that left me scarred. It was a beacon of memories I wanted to forget, but now, it was a summons I could not ignore.

I needed answers. I needed to find Pandora.

"Talos?" I murmured to myself, the name feeling heavy in my mouth. I had faced fear before, but this felt different— like stepping into the abyss without knowing what awaited me on the other side.

As I stared at the message, the cursed marks on my skin began to glow faintly, reminding me of the pain I had tried to bury.

"I'll be there."

I hit send, my heart pounding as I stood. The room felt like it was closing in on me, the walls whispering secrets I didn't want to hear.

What awaited me at the clock tower? Would it be Pandora, or something worse?

The questions clawed at me as I prepared to leave, uncertainty and dread swirling in my chest. I grabbed my jacket and my phone, the gravity of my decision weighing heavily on my shoulders.

As I stepped out into the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.