The God of Underworld

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: The Final Battle(2)

The universe screamed.

Hades and Uranus fought with pure strength, as if they decided to settle the fight with brute force.

Reality itself twisted, reshaped, distorted, unable to withstand the sheer force of their battle. The very order of the cosmos shifted with each blow exchanged.

There was no divine weapons.

There was no reality bending attacks.

No grand displays of godly authority.

This was pure, raw combat.

Two gods. Two fighters. Two unstoppable forces—clashing with nothing but their own bodies.

Fists flew like meteors.

Kicks struck like collapsing stars.

Their golden ichor splattered across the cosmos, forming entire nebulae in their wake.

With every impact, black holes formed and collapsed, entire galaxies shattered, the boundaries of existence wavered.

And yet, neither backed down.

Hades snarled, his flaming body moving with inhuman speed.

His fist struck Uranus’ jaw with such force that space itself cracked, the shockwave rupturing entire solar systems.

Uranus countered, his own star-forged knuckles driving into Hades’ ribs, sending him careening through thousands of light-years in an instant.

But Hades did not stop.

He halted mid-flight, using the very force of Uranus’ strike to propel himself forward.

He blurred back into close range, shoulder-checking Uranus so hard the god of the sky coughed golden ichor.

The heavens trembled.

Uranus retaliated, launching a flurry of punches—so fast they distorted time itself.

Hades blocked some. Endured the rest.

Their forms became blurs, indistinguishable from the very fabric of existence itself.

Then...

A fist. A single, perfect strike to the stomach.

Hades’ knuckles dug deep into Uranus’ gut.

For the first time in their battle—Uranus staggered.

And in that instant—everything changed.

Hades’ eyes gleamed. He had felt it. That moment of weakness. That infinitesimal fraction of a second where Uranus lost control.

And that was all he needed.

He moved like a demon unleashed.

A second punch to the ribs—cracking Uranus’ cosmic armor.

A third to the sternum—forcing the sky god to wheeze.

Hades stepped in, pressed forward, never letting up.

A savage right hook to the face. Uranus’ head snapped to the side.

A thunderous knee to the abdomen. Uranus lurched forward.

A brutal elbow to the back. Uranus collapsed onto one knee.

Hades stood above him, his flaming body illuminating the darkness of space.

He grinned.

"What’s wrong?" Hades taunted, voice filled with amusement. "The almighty Primordial Sky... losing to me in a fistfight?"

Uranus growled, his fingers digging into the fabric of the universe itself. He tried to rise, but Hades’ foot slammed onto his shoulder, pinning him down.

Uranus’ armor cracked further.

The cosmos itself shuddered.

"You..." Uranus muttered, voice strained.

He couldn’t believe it. He was Uranus. The first sky. The primordial force of the heavens. The father of the cosmos.

He had seen gods rise and fall. He had seen entire pantheons crumble before him.

And now, here he was—on his knees before Hades.

Hades chuckled, his foot pressing down harder. "You keep acting all cocky earlier, look what happened. You’re down on your knees."

He leaned down, his burning purple eyes locking onto Uranus’. "Oh mighty primordial of sky, how does it feel to fall?"

Uranus gritted his teeth.

"I never understood where your arrogance came from." Hades shook his head, "Me? From my strength. I have enough power that I let it get to my head. How about you?"

He slammed his foot, pressing Uranus down to his head, "Strength? You’re not as strong as me. Domain? You’re not that unique. A former king? What’s there to be proud about? I really don’t see why you’re so arrogant."

Then—Hades punched down.

His fist slammed into Uranus’ face.

The sky god’s head whipped back, shattering his helmet.

Hades grabbed him by the collar of his ruined armor and threw him through space.

Uranus’ body tumbled, crashing through the very fabric of reality, leaving a trail of destruction across the cosmos.

Hades pursued.

Before Uranus could even recover, Hades appeared above him, raising his fists high.

Then—

He brought them down.

A double hammer-fist!

It slammed straight to his chest, creating an impact like an explosion of a universe.

Uranus plummeted.

He smashed into the core of a collapsing star, his form consumed by the supernova’s explosion.

Hades paused, his arms crossed on his chest as he observed the exploding star.

Then, from within the inferno—

Uranus rose once more.

He was battered. Broken. His armor was in ruins. His celestial form flickered.

But his eyes still burned with fury.

"HADES!" he roared.

The cosmos answered. Reality bends to his will.

Hades laughed.

His flames burned hotter.

"Good," he said, cracking his knuckles. "I was starting to get bored."

"THEN LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU!"

Uranus lunged.

His movements were wild, frenzied, desperate. He attacked like a mad demon, his strikes carrying the raw fury of the heavens.

Stars ignited and died in the wake of his fists. Space bent and shattered beneath his power.

But Hades?

Hades stood firm.

Like an unmovable titan, he blocked, dodged, and countered every attack with terrifying ease.

His eyes not leaving Uranus, looking almost bored.

Uranus swung his fist, and Hades easily caught it.

Uranus lashed out with a kick, and Hades parried with his forearm.

Uranus tried to grab him, and Hades twisted, breaking free with a counterpunch that cracked the sky god’s ribs.

The cosmos screamed under their relentless exchange.

Fist met fist.

Power clashed against power.

"Hahaha!" Hades laughed, enjoying this moment.

He doesn’t know why, but he was enjoying this battle. He wasn’t expecting this, truly.

Since when did he become such a battle junkie, he wonder?

Well, now that he thought about it. He did enjoy fighting with Iapetus. He also enjoyed fighting Hyperion. He also enjoyed fighting Campe.

All those time, he could’ve crushed them...but he chose to hold back.

Was it because he was enjoying the fight, and wanted it to extend?

Yes, maybe that’s why.

"Come! Show me more of what you can do, Uranus!"

Uranus gritted his teeth. He wanted to fight back, but every second that passed, he keeps faltering, he keeps getting weaker.

But Hades... He was still powerful, still a force beyond comprehension.

Uranus had fought for too long. Struggled too hard. And yet he was losing.

And now, even after getting strength from the cosmos itself, he was still unable to gain an advantage.

His movements grew sluggish. His attacks, once precise and overwhelming, were now just a step too slow.

Hades noticed.

And he grinned.

"You can feel it now, don’t you?" he taunted, sidestepping another reckless punch. "That weakness crawling into your bones. That exhaustion creeping into your soul."

Uranus snarled, but his breaths were ragged. His body trembling.

He refused to accept it—refused to believe it.

But the truth was undeniable.

He was at his limit.

Hades’ grin widened. "This is where it ends."

He raised his hand.

Darkness swelled in his palm, spreading outward, swallowing all light, all existence.

Uranus stiffened.

This was no ordinary darkness. Not even Erebus gave him this feeling. It’s as if he’s staring right into the eye of the abyss.

It was dangerous. It was inevitable.

"Darkness is the absence of existence," Hades stated, "I’ve said it to you before, didn’t I?"

Darkness is a conceptual force that devoured existence itself.

For darkness was not simply the absence of light.

It was the absence of all things.

To be consumed by it meant more than death.

It meant erasure.

It meant never having existed at all.

"This is what you can do once you have reached the pinnacle of this domain."

Uranus’ eyes widened.

"Tell me Uranus... Do you fear the dark?"

With a roar, Uranus summoned every ounce of his remaining strength, his body burning with the final remnants of his authority.

The heavens themselves raged.

Celestial storms erupted. Supernovas exploded. Reality itself wept under his will.

But Hades?

Hades simply lowered his hand.

The darkness expanded.

And everything stopped.

The stars went out.

The cosmos fell silent.

The universe seems to have ceased to exist.

Uranus’ body froze.

He could feel it.

The darkness was already devouring him.

He struggled, tried to resist, but it was like fighting against something that wasn’t even there. Like trying to battle the void itself.

His arms began to fade. His body was unraveling.

And then, for the first time in his eternal existence—

Uranus felt fear.

At the same time, he felt an undescribable amount of anger at himself.

He lost? To a mere godling?

He can’t accept this outcome!

He glared at the God of the Dead... And smirked.

Yes, he’s going to die anyway, then he might as well annoy this opponent of his.

Taking a deep breath, he declared, his voice echoing throughout the cosmos.

"Hades! King of Underworld! This power, I acknowledge it. From this moment, I hereby declare, you are worthy to stand beyond heaven!"

Hades felt his cheek twitch. This old guy really wants to annoy him till the end.

"You are really an annoying, senile old man," Hades clicked his tongue.

Then, with a flick of his wrist—

He closed his hand.

And Uranus, was gone.

Not dead. Not destroyed.

Erased.

As if he had never existed in the first place.

The darkness receded.

The universe breathed again.

Hades stood alone in the void, his flaming body flickering as he exhaled.

The battle was over.

And he had won.