Chapter 1 - The General Reincarnates in Another World

I had no idea how long I had been dead or ceased to exist. The concept of existence had ended for me as soon as I walked into the entrance of the hell that my old friend Charon showed me.

Charon and I had a love-hate relationship. After I killed Hades and took over the Underworld, I made sure it ceased to function so that no God I killed could be sent there. In my mission to kill Olympus, I needed to ensure those cunning ones wouldn’t find a way to return to life. So, I had to break Charon's boat, take control of the Underworld by killing Hades, and shut that place down. I basically fired Charon.

Death didn’t disappear from my old world; it continued to exist. The only thing that changed was that I banished the dead from that world, so anyone who died had to go to another Underworld. As for the Gods, once you die, your existence is erased forever. However, they had made a deal with Hades to use the Underworld to return if that happened. That place was like a ‘Life Insurance.’ Who planned such a thing? My greatest enemy, the Goddess Athena.

Unfortunately for them, I decided to start my journey to free the Titans and wage war against Olympus, but I made sure to become the Lord of the Underworld first. I stole Hades’ power and all his treasures, including his servants. My old friend Charon had to manage without his boat and had to make a longer journey than usual to carry souls beyond that reality. I guess that’s why he didn’t like me. In the end, I destroyed the world, so you know… I kind of overloaded Charon's work even more. Imagine having to suddenly carry all the dead of the world in that little boat? Now you understand why he was a bit angry with me?

When I fulfilled my revenge against the world and became the Supreme God by stealing the power of all the Gods and even... having a brief relationship with Mother Chronos. I was also surprised when I discovered Chronos was a woman... a beautiful woman, by the way, so you weren't the only one shocked. It was quite obvious, after all. Chronos gave birth to the Gods... so it was clear she had to be a woman.

To help me defeat Olympus, why not ally with their greatest enemy? In the end, Chronos left... I don’t want to talk about it. But she left after completing her revenge. After that, I had a world to govern with Titan servants and the humans I deemed worthy. In the end, I destroyed the world... in a different way. I abdicated being the Supreme God to become human again, which shifted the world's balance, making it cease to exist... at least for me. I must have banished myself somehow or something like that, but that’s no longer my problem. In the end, I became human to die and be sent to hell.

When I wished to go to hell by dying like that, guess who came personally to escort me to my eternal torment? Yes, my friend Charon. I knew that guy liked me. In the end, he said he would send me to hell, and I accepted it gladly. After all, I take responsibility for my crimes and don’t regret them. The problem is that he said this would be a different hell, a hell where I wouldn’t want to leave and would fear losing it. What kind of hell awaits me on the other side of this vast darkness? I’m about to find out… now.

“Waaaaah!” What screams are these? Are these the demons that will devour my soul already?

“Waaaaah!”

I’m seeing only darkness, but this unbearable scream must be from some kind of imp. A high-pitched wail, a sharp and shrill cry.

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“My lady! Finally, after hours, your baby is out,” said a strange voice. What do you mean, baby? Is this some kind of auditory hallucination? Am I hearing the laments of other tormented souls? Or is it some demonic baby? Do they torture while having children in hell? If so, this is definitely a level of madness I didn’t expect.

“Waaaaah!”

Every time I try to speak, this unbearable noise cuts me off. Who is the unlucky soul making this racket? At least let me curse my torturer—why am I not being tortured yet? Shouldn't my eternal torment have already begun?

I feel hands moving around my face, and the darkness before me fades. My vision is blurry, but I see a woman… dressed as a maid? Strange. Is she the torturer's assistant? Why is she looking at me like that? She's checking my ‘documents.’ Miss Assistant Torturer, if you're starting the torture there, I think I'll have a pretty sad eternity without being able to pee properly.

“It’s a boy! Congratulations, my lady, you have a son.”

The assistant torturer lifts me up… wow, she’s strong. Not to brag, but after consuming the power of all Olympus, it would take divine strength to lift me… she's a giant. This assistant torturer is a giant… wait… am I small?

The torturer’s maid servant is smiling at me.

“Please, let me see my son's face,” a female voice calls.

“He’s a beautiful boy,” says the assistant torturer.

Is she hitting on me? I don’t understand. What do you mean, boy? I’m 25 years old… at least, that’s the age I was when I stopped aging and became immortal.

A warm cloth wraps around me, and I’m being handed to a woman. Either these demons are titan-sized—believe me, I know their size—or somehow, I’ve shrunk.

For some reason, I can’t move my hands. I try to give the assistant torturer the finger, but it won’t work.

“Oh, he wants to hug me. What adorable little fingers,” says the assistant torturer.

She’s going to eat my finger, the torture begins… oh! She kissed them… this assistant torturer isn’t doing her job.

“My baby boy!” a woman takes me.

I feel warmth at her touch, a gentle warmth. She’s holding me in a way that all the coldness in my soul seems to vanish. What is this woman? Some kind of evil entity? Am I under a spell?

The woman’s gentle embrace feels like she’s holding on to me as if I might slip away.

“I’m sorry… your mother isn’t in good health. It took me too long to bring you into this world because of it,” the beautiful woman says, kissing my forehead.

When she said those words, it felt like my heart was paralyzed by Medusa’s curse. Her look conveyed both pain and genuine happiness. Seeing this woman, slightly pale and sickly, I understood everything. Glancing around, I saw many blood-soaked cloths in a bucket.

Somehow, I’ve been reincarnated… I’ve been sent to another world. The look in that woman's eyes told me everything… she loves me.

For the first time, I understood a mother's love—all in a single glance. She’s holding me so tightly… a tear falls from her eye.

“I thought… I thought I wouldn’t make it. But I did… I had my little boy,” the woman said, crying and hugging me.

What is this feeling? Why is this embrace affecting me so much? Is this love?

The maid removed the bloody cloths—more than usual for a childbirth.

“My lady, you need to recover… it was a miracle… for both of you,” the maid said as another entered the room with fresh cloths.

The woman holding me was closing her eyes and slowly lowering me.

Is she dying? No!

“Waaaaah!” came the sound of a baby crying.

Please don’t die! I need to understand what I felt when you hugged me! I’ve never felt something so… so warm. A flame that warmed my soul.

“It’s alright, child…” she whispered. “I just need to rest… it’s been a hard day.” My mother was growing paler, her eyes slowly closing.

“What’s his name, my lady?” asked the maid, placing a damp cloth on her forehead.

A name? Who cares about names right now! Help her! Help her!

“Nathan…” she murmured.

Help my mother, damn it!

More women arrived with wet cloths.

“A beautiful name. What does it mean?” the maid asked, trying to keep her awake.

“Gift of God…” my mother murmured in response. Her eyes fully closed, and her arms lost their strength. My mother was dying.

‘A hell where your suffering will be the fear of losing it…’ Charon's words echoed in my mind, and I saw the Goddess Athena hiding in a corner, laughing at me.

MOTHER! DON’T DIE!