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

Seiya's elite ventured out, heading for a convenience store to get the ramen Hayne had instructed him to buy. He walked a considerable distance before finally spotting a convenience store. Stepping inside, he purchased what he had been sent for. A short while later, he exited and began retracing his steps.

As he walked down the quiet street, his steps suddenly came to an abrupt halt at a particular spot. The elite struggled to move, to even lift a foot, but an unseen force held him in place. It was as if he were bound to that very spot. For a fleeting moment, a faint shimmer glowed around him in a perfect circle—only then did he notice the white markings beneath his feet.

Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to make sense of the situation. Just then, a group of boys began to emerge, wielding crude weapons—planks, rods, sledgehammers, and more. Smug grins stretched across their faces as they closed in on the elite.

Blind Fang’s Turf [2]