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

Hayne was startled by this, eyes darting from his uncle to Seiya and back.

"W-what happened? What did you do?" Hayne asked, directing his question to his uncle whose eyes squinted, wincing in pain.

"I-I don't know," the man cried out, his face wrinkled and pale with sweat.

Snapping his head back to Seiya, Hayne hesitated but spoke. "Sei, please…let him go," he requested softly.

Seiya's brow knitted, ignoring Hayne's request.

Loosening his knitted brows, Seiya loosened his grip around the man's wrist, releasing him. The man shot up from his chair, wrapping his palm around the area as he recoiled. Bruises bloomed over his wrist from the tight grip.

The man panted, eyes red as the area pulsed with pain. Seeing the severity of the bruise, Hayne's puzzled look deepened.

"What did you do?" Hayne asked his uncle once again, his tone soft and low.

Seiya, a Mind Reader?