IntrovertedLass

—WSA 2025 ENTRY—

Seiya was born into a family of legends. A lineage of power. A dynasty of paragons.

He was none of these things.

Weak. Unwanted. A disgrace.

But destiny had no interest in their expectations. It had plans of its own.

Dragged into a hell beyond reason, Seiya suffered—not for days, not for years, but for what felt like eternity. Torture became his only companion. Pain, his only teacher. And in that suffering, something inside him woke up.

Not an awakening like the others. Not a gift. Not a blessing.

A truth. A force that didn’t belong to this world, or any other.

Now, he returns. Not to prove himself. Not to earn his place.

But to burn everything down.

Armed with the Staff of Chaos and the Sword of Severance, Seiya walks a path carved from vengeance and revelation. The world that cast him aside will either bow before him…

Or become ash beneath his feet.

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Read the Prologue next for better understanding of the world settings.

Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos

The boy gripping Seiya by his shirt, made to yank him forward but Seiya didn't even budge. He tried again but still couldn't bring him to move an inch.

"Huh? What's with this asshole?" He spat brazenly, his patience running thin.

"Proving stubborn, is he?" One of them commented, cracking his fist as he stepped forward.

But before he could get within Seiya's range, a heavy punch came slamming straight onto his face, hurtling him back with intense speed.

This surprised the others, prompting them to take a fighting stance with their eyes locked onto Seiya's elite who casually rotated his wrist, clenching and unclenching the hand with which he had sent one of the boys flying.

"Hah?!" The one who held Seiya growled, veins pulsing across his forehead.

Seiya's elite turned to him, his eyes falling on the hand with which the boy clenched Seiya's shirt.

The Blind Fangs [2]