Me and My Overpowered Abilities

"I—I'll leave you alone. Please… stop this. This is too far. I just wanted her memory to live on."

Michael's voice cracked as he watched, helpless, his body moving against his will. He could feel every sensation—the weight of the sword in his hand, the slow, deliberate movement towards his little sister—but he had no control.

Tears streamed down his face, his vision blurred with agony and desperation. The blade in his grip trembled, inching closer to the terrified girl before him. He wanted to scream, to close his eyes, to break free from the nightmare consuming him. He wanted to do anything.

But just as his body was about to complete the act, reality snapped back into place.

Michael collapsed onto the cold ground, his breath ragged, his entire body trembling. Tears poured freely as he lay there, shattered, broken.

Above him, Adam stood, staring down at him with unreadable eyes.

"Your sister died because of a god." The words were spoken lightly, almost indifferent, but they cut deeper than any blade ever could.

Michael's breath hitched, his mind barely processing Adam's words. A god?

Adam had never cared to look deep into Michael's past. But in that moment, he saw everything—Hades appearing before Michael, offering power in exchange for the thing he cherished most.

Michael hadn't chosen this path. He had been forced onto it.

And now, he was nothing more than a hollow man, trying to keep the memory of his sister alive in a world that had already moved on.

"I wanted to shatter your mind, but that might have some unintended effects on your Job Class." Adam's voice was cold and detached as he grabbed Michael's head, his fingers pressing into his skull like a vice. His piercing gaze burned straight into Michael's soul, searching-tracing the divine thread woven into him.

A moment later, Adam's eyes sharpened. "…Found you." Without hesitation, he flung Michael away with a mere flick of his wrist.

Michael's body shot through the air at such an extreme speed that the sheer friction ignited his skin, flames licking at his clothes as his flesh began to burn away. The world blurred into streaks of light, the force of acceleration threatening to tear him apart.

Panic surged. It took everything he had-every skill, every ounce of willpower-to slow himself down, barely managing to halt his momentum before he was reduced to nothing but ash.

Gasping for air, he rapidly activated his healing skills, watching in horror as his charred skin slowly began to regenerate.

"T-This is also an illusion….?" He barely got the words out, his mind desperately searching for an explanation.

It had to be an illusion. It had to be another one of Adam's cruel tricks, another level of torment designed to break him further. Because the alternative-the idea that this was reality, that Adam was truly this powerful, that he was about to fight the gods themselves-was simply too terrifying to accept.

Hades was unique among the gods. Unlike how human stories and movies often painted him as a villain, Hades was actually one of the few who sought peace. He was not the god of death, but the god of the dead—a crucial distinction. All who passed from the mortal realm fell under his domain, where he ruled and governed over them.

But with the increasing number of deaths caused by the endless waves of dungeons, his workload had become overwhelming. Hades was working overtime, sorting the flood of souls pouring into the underworld.

At this moment, he sat at his grand obsidian desk, his brow furrowed in frustration as he sifted through an unending sea of paperwork. Each parchment detailed the fate of the departed, dictating where they would be sent next. His underworld was not a permanent home, merely a crossroads where the dead were processed before being assigned to their final destinations.

For instance, those chosen for reincarnation were sent to Meng Po, where they would drink from the River of Oblivion, erasing their sins and memories before beginning their next life.

However, not all souls passed through Hades' hands.

Odin, for example, claimed the souls of warriors who died bravely in battle, welcoming them into Valhalla.

Hel, ruler of Helheim, took in those who died outside of battle. Though her domain bore similarities to Hades' underworld, it was her own realm to govern, separate from his influence.

Then, of course, there was Hell—the place where souls who had displeased the gods were cast down, condemned to eternal torment.

And finally, there was Heaven—the seat of the gods, a place mortals dreamed of reaching but could never truly step foot in.

Hades, deeply engrossed in his mountain of paperwork, suddenly froze mid-motion. As the God of the Underworld, nothing within his domain could escape his notice. He was aware of every soul that entered, every whisper that echoed through the abyss.

So when an unexpected presence, a living being, suddenly teleported into his realm, his eyes narrowed slightly, although his face remained blank and lifeless

"…" His gaze shifted to the side of his desk, where the soul of a young girl lay in a deep, peaceful slumber. It was Michael's sister.

Yes, Hades had forced Michael to sacrifice her, but he hadn't simply discarded her soul. Instead, he had kept it safe, untouched by the horrors of the Underworld.

With a quiet sigh, he rose from his seat.

How did a mere mortal bypass the defenses of the Underworld?

His form flickered, and in an instant, he vanished—reappearing before the intruder who had dared to step foot into his domain.

"Mortal, why have you stepped into my domain?" Hades asked, floating before Adam with a blank expression. His gaze sharpened as he instinctively tried to sense Adam's level and abilities, but the moment he did, his expression subtly shifted.

There was nothing. Adam didn't have a system. The realization struck Hades like a hammer, causing his heart to sink. 'An outsider.'

"You gods," Adam began, his voice eerily calm, "a few months ago, you not only killed my unborn child but also the only human I have ever loved. Before I torture you, I want to know—why did you do it?"

His words were delivered coldly, each syllable laced with an undercurrent of restrained fury.

Hades remained unfazed, returning Adam's blank look with one of his own—though his carried a hint of confusion.

"You must be speaking of the vote the gods held six months ago," Hades mused. "I had no part in it. My only concern is ruling the Underworld—nothing more, nothing less. Due to… matters of the past, I forfeited my right to attend such councils."

His words were calm, but his confusion only deepened.

Adam stared at him in silence. He could tell Hades wasn't lying, and that left him in an awkward position. He had come fully prepared to make Hades suffer, but now… was it right to punish someone who had no idea what had happened?

"Odd," Hades suddenly spoke again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You have reincarnated before, yet you lack a system? How is that possible?"

Sensing an opportunity, the god took this moment to probe deeper, eager to unravel the mystery that stood bbefore him.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked, his gaze steady as he studied Hades. The god took a moment to gather his thoughts before explaining.

"A system is the will of the universe," Hades said. "Think of it as an immune system, designed to protect this world. Outsiders are anomalies that have broken into this reality, and the system gives mortals special power to defend it, those people are known as awakens. All living beings should have a system. The only exceptions are animals and plants that lack sufficient capability."

Adam nodded slowly, processing the information. It made sense, in a way.

"And what is the role of the gods in this so-called immune system?" he asked, his voice unreadable.

Hades met his gaze. "Gods are like the vital organs of the body, the heart, the brain, and other essential functions. For example, my father, Cronus, governed time. Killing him would have been like killing time itself, effectively ending this universe. That is why he was imprisoned instead. Some gods can die without consequence, while others… their deaths would unravel reality itself."

Adam exhaled slowly, taking a deep breath to steady his mind. The weight of Hades' words settled heavily upon him.

"You say your father was Cronus, making you Hades. So, there should be a Zeus. If I kill him, what effect would it have on the universe?" Adam asked, his tone sharp and calculated.

Hades paused for a moment, considering the weight of the question.

"My brother is the embodiment of lightning," he finally answered. "If you were to kill him, you wouldn't just erase him—you would erase the very concept of lightning from the universe. This would set off a chain reaction that could unravel reality itself. Electricity is fundamental to existence, even down to the atomic level. The building blocks of the universe are surrounded by an electric field… I can't say for certain what would happen if that field disappeared."

Adam's eyes narrowed, annoyance flickering in them.

Hades studied him before speaking again. "Your unborn child and the woman you loved… where are they now?" he asked, his voice calmer than before. "The gods tend to be arrogant at times, acting without considering the full picture. I may be able to undo the damage—to bring them back. If that would ease your rage, I will also speak to Zeus and the others, since it's clear now that you're not an outsider."

Adam's expression darkened, his gaze turning chillingly cold.