Reborn As Hades In Olympus

Chapter 137 Yvonne's Proposal

Ch. 137: Yvonne's Proposal

It had been ten days since I had been dropped off on this remote island, abandoned here by Charon for what he called "essential training." The solitary apartment complex I called home for the duration was surrounded by towering trees and a vast, uneven training ground. I was told it would be just me and Cerberus, but I soon found I wasn't entirely alone. Charon's two daughters lived here as well: Yvonne and Renee. Adopted, or so I'd been told, but they shared a bond that ran deeper than any blood connection.

Though they were far from godly beings, their power was not to be underestimated. Both sisters were what you might call mid-level entities in the underworld hierarchy, possessing physical abilities that could easily outmatch mine on my best day. Despite days of grueling combat, I had yet to best either of them, much less both as required to prove myself to Charon.

Yvonne and Renee were opposites in nearly every sense. Yvonne was stoic, with an icy silence that could fill a room, her ash-colored hair often falling in front of her eyes, concealing her expressions. Renee, in contrast, was open and easygoing, often encouraging me after sparring sessions. The thought crossed my mind that siblings shouldn't be so different— one unreadable and the other an open book— but then again, I never did have a family of my own.

"Ugh," I groaned, wiping sweat from my brow. The morning sun beat down relentlessly on the training ground, and each swing, each defensive stance, seemed to sap my strength faster than I could regenerate it. Wearing only the simplest training wear, my body had been pushed to its limits again and again in a futile effort to pull out any semblance of power I could muster.

I could not deny the truth, even to myself. In the past, I had been able to summon intense bursts of arcane power, even momentarily overwhelming my opponents. But here, the demands of long, sustained power were far beyond anything I'd known. My reserves dwindled far too quickly, leaving me in a state of constant frustration.

"Barf! Barf!" the dogs barked from the sidelines, their three heads trained on me, as if urging me to keep going. Each head bore a different expression— one encouraging, one neutral, and one suspicious, as if it knew something I did not.

"Yeah, I get it," I muttered, managing a grim smile. "I'll figure it out eventually."

If only that were true. I knew the issue stemmed from the fractured nature of my soul. Unlike others who wielded power through a complete, unified soul, I was working with a fragmented one, splintered and imperfect. Each time I reached for more energy, I could feel the broken pieces straining under the effort, threatening to give out entirely.

Suddenly, something caught my eye— a projectile whizzing toward me from behind. I dodged sharply, feeling a bead of sweat fling off as I moved. The object clattered onto the dusty ground before rolling to a stop: a water bottle. I frowned and glanced up, finding Yvonne standing in the shade a few yards away, watching me with her usual unreadable gaze.

Her expression was partially hidden behind her short ash-colored hair, her stance exuding an almost menacing stillness. She never usually came this close, rarely even acknowledged me outside training. Her presence here wasn't a casual gesture; there was something she wanted, and I suspected it had more to do with herself than with me.

Cerberus ambled toward her first, his heads sniffing around her like she was some mysterious, intriguing creature. She offered him no greeting, her attention fixed solely on me. Feeling the tension in the air, I approached her, stopping just within arm's reach.

"Thanks for the throw," I said dryly, stooping to pick up the bottle.

"Tch." She clicked her tongue softly. "You dodged it well, but your senses are sharp only when you remember to use them."

Her voice was softer than I expected, almost delicate. I nodded, keeping my response brief. "Noted."

Without another word, I turned to leave, unwilling to waste time on anything that wasn't going to get me closer to my goal. She and her sister may have been powerful, but they had given me little more than silence and bruises these past days. If I was going to figure out how to access my full power, it seemed I would have to do it on my own.

"Don't you want to hear what I have to say?" Her words stopped me in my tracks, carrying a weight I hadn't anticipated. "If you keep pushing yourself like this, you'll only succeed in destroying your body. For someone who's supposedly thoughtful and composed, I expected you'd have realized that by now. Just what is it that makes the king of the underworld so desperate?"

Her insight stung, probably because it was true. I had known from the start that I was doing things wrong, that there was a flaw in my approach. But what other choice did I have? "I thought you weren't allowed to help," I said, meeting her shadowed gaze. "So why bother?"

She took a slow breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... want to leave this island with you. If I help you, you'll help me, won't you?"

Her proposition hung between us, a mutual understanding to use each other for our own ends. I studied her for a moment, weighing my options. "All right. Tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"It's not so much what you're doing, but rather what you're not," she replied, her tone clipped. "Arcane energy circulates around the body, but only through a complete soul. You've never taken the time to train your soul, have you? Without a unified soul, your energy will always run out quickly because it can't make a full oscillation. Your power cycle is broken."

The realization hit me like a jolt of lightning. She was right— t0his explained why I was at my strongest only when holding the black book. Its presence bridged the gap in my soul, however temporary, allowing a semblance of wholeness. "So what you're saying is... I need to merge my fragmented soul into one whole."

Yvonne tilted her head, watching me with a somber curiosity. "For you to even exist this long with a shattered soul suggests you may never be whole. Or if you can, it would be unlike anything you've known."

"But it's possible?" I pressed, unwilling to let the thread slip. "There's a way to do it?"

She nodded, her gaze steady. "I am the daughter of the ferryman. Souls are my expertise; this is why I exist. Whether my father intended for me to help you or not, I've decided I will. I want to see the god who once ruled the underworld in his full power."

Her words stirred something deep within me, a cautious hope mingled with dread. Merging with the black book— if that truly could make me whole— raised another question. What would it mean for my identity? Would I remain in control, or would the original Hades take over, reclaiming the body as his own? It was a risk, one that could unravel everything I had become if it went wrong.

Still, a faint flicker of determination lit within me. I looked at her, acknowledging both the danger and the promise of her offer. "If I go through with this, there's no guarantee I'll come out the same. You understand that, don't you?"

Yvonne's lips quirked into a ghost of a smile, her eyes glinting with a rare light. "I'm not interested in safety. The unknown is precisely why I'm here. Take my advice, Hades, and let me guide you. Together, we might create something neither of us could have envisioned."

For a moment, the air between us held a charged stillness. The tension of the island, of the weight of the power we both sought, seemed to press down on us, binding us together in a shared resolve.

I felt the quiet thrum of the black book within me, its pull sharper than ever, whispering promises of a strength I could barely imagine. But with that power lay an even greater darkness. In seeking to restore my soul, I might be stepping into a place from which I could never return.

"Then let's begin," I said, casting aside my hesitation. If this was the path to my true self, I would walk it without fear.

And Yvonne, the silent daughter of Charon, nodded in return.