The Nameless Heir-Chapter 70: God of Speed

"Child," he snarked, his voice curling with disdain, "you think you won just because you received some power from your father?"

His eyes narrowed.

Still angry.

Still proud.

Pride still had his grip on Hermes’s arm—tight, unrelenting.

Blood streamed from his nose and mouth, dripping down his chin in thick trails.

He didn’t cry out. He just stared at him, angry, humiliated, burning with something he couldn’t tell.

But even through the bruises... that look remained.

That arrogant, burning stare.

It was the look that screamed: We are gods—and we are better than you.

He looked down at him—not with pity, but with judgment carved into every inch of his face.

His gaze was cold. Icy.

Like a god staring at a failed creation.

"We should have killed you when we had the chance," Hermes said, his voice low—rough with disdain. "The first generation of demigods were always a mistake... dangerous."

He wiped the blood from his face with a flick of his free hand.

The skin sealed itself in seconds—smooth, untouched, like he had never been wounded.

He raged.

His flawless skin had to remain perfect.

Hermes grabbed Pride by the arm—the same one that had held his arm—and began lifting him into the air, while glancing in Kael’s direction, not acknowledging Pride.

He hoisted him effortlessly, like a disobedient child.

"That’s why we made a pact—to never have them again," he said, still speaking to Kael, eyes never leaving him.

Hermes paused.

His lip curled.

"But Hades... broke that pact."

His gaze darkened as it landed fully on Kael.

And in the same breath—without breaking eye contact—Hermes hurled Pride to the side like trash.

His body slammed into the stone with a sickening thud...

then melted into the shadows.

Hermes stepped forward.

He stood over Kael now, eyes narrowed, voice sharp as a blade.

He pointed at Kael’s forehead.

"And he hid you."

Their eyes locked.

Without a word, he reached out—his hand glowing once more, golden light bleeding from his skin.

It pulsed like a second sun, warping the air with a heat Kael could feel on his face.

Then he brought it down.

Fast.

Brutal.

Like a god bringing down divine judgment.

The light howled—but Kael moved before it touched him.

He tilted his head, just enough to let it pass.

The heat scraped past his cheek, blistering-close—like a god’s kiss meant to warn, not love.

He didn’t blink or flinch.

And while Hermes was still caught in shock, Kael drove his fist into his gut—hard, fast, merciless.

The impact folded him.

Hermes dropped to one knee, breath ripped from his lungs, the divine glow in his eyes flickering for just a moment...

like a god reminded he could bleed.

Then Kael followed it up with a brutal kick to the chest.

Kael’s kick sent Hermes flying—crashing through the air like a fallen star.

He slammed into the earth outside the school gate.

The stone split open beneath him.

People screamed.

Not for him—for what might come next.

They ran in every direction, panic flooding the air—like they’d just watched a god fall and feared the wrath that might follow.

Because when gods are hurt...

mortals pay the price.

Especially when it was a half-mortal who went against the god.

He walked forward—slow, deliberate—each step dragging the weight of lifetimes behind it.

"Long time ago," he began, his voice low, steady,

"I was thrown out of paradise."

He kept walking.

"I was forced to become ruler of those who can’t enter paradise.

And one day, I chose to abandon that role... to live a normal life."

His eyes darkened.

"I was a king who ruled. A knight who protected.

A great magician. The strongest martial artist.

A hero who saved countless worlds."

His fists clenched at his sides.

"A normal man."

He paused, the silence hanging like a blade.

"I lived many lives... and died many times.

And in every one of them—I suffered.Every time I find her...every time I find happiness..."

His voice cracked, just for a breath.

"She gets taken from me."

He looked up, eyes heavy—not with rage,

but grief so old it felt like part of his bones.

"They always take her."

His voice was quiet.

Hollow.

Like it had been said a thousand times before—and broken him a little more each time.

"All I ever wanted... was a peaceful life."

His voice dropped, barely more than a whisper.

"But the gods cursed me...

to live and die over and over again."

He stepped closer, gaze locked on the god before him.

"To punish me... for abandoning what I never wanted to rule."

The shadows began to rise—slow and alive—coiling around Kael like smoke wrapping around his legs.

"All I ever wanted... was a peaceful life."

His voice dropped—barely more than a whisper,

like the words had died before they left him.

"But the gods cursed me...

made me live and die again.

And again.

And again."

"Even if it means destroying everything...

killing all the gods..."

The shadows thickened, crawling up his arms,

wrapping around his shoulders like a mantle of war.

"I will set us free."

Kael dropped to one knee.

"And I’ll start with you... mailman."

Hermes rose slowly, his eyes locked on Kael—his fists clenched, his jaw grinding hard enough to crack bone.

"You dare insult a god," he whispered.

Golden veins ignited across his arms, pulsing like molten fire.

His sandals sparked violently against the stone, divine energy crackling at his feet. freewebnøvel_com

Even Nyx... turned her gaze away.

Hermes didn’t blink.

"You should’ve stayed silent, child," he muttered.

The air around him rippled—heat bending it like glass.

His skin began to glow—hot, blinding, godlike.

And then...

the sky above the academy began to crack.

A low rumble echoed.

Boom.

Golden light exploded across the courtyard, tearing through the air and slamming into Kael—hurling him backward like a rag caught in a storm.

The ground cracked.

The sky screamed.

From the heart of the blast, two massive golden wings tore from Hermes’ back—radiant, blinding,

unfurling like a god reclaiming the heavens.

He hovered above them now, suspended midair,

his body pulsing with divine light.

And he wasn’t just angry—

he was furious.

Righteous.

Ready to burn the world.

He was fuming—

a storm of judgment wrapped in light.

The god of speed had finally stopped holding back.

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