IntrovertedLass

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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 rattan woven strands, as rigid as sticks, converged around Seiya's neck in a tight trap and brutally lopped off his head—or at least that was what Seiya felt the instant the demon clapped his hands together.

Before the woven rattan strands could crash into Seiya's neck to converge and strap his neck, Kaeliyus suddenly appeared right behind Seiya, dipped him low and propelled themselves backward—landing on their knees, away from the rattan.

"My Lord, are you unharmed?" Kaeliyus asked, his eyes wide with fear and shock, cold sweat clinging to his skin. The moment his gaze fell upon Seiya, his face grew even paler.

Seiya who had always been composed and unbothered in whatever situation he found himself in, that Seiya was shaken right now.

Seiya's eyes were wide in a mix of emotions as he remained crouched on his knees. His face was dark, cold sweat drenching his face. His heart palpitated beyond reasoning, pounding hard against his chest.

The Seventh Demon [2]