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

Spinning his head dramatically, Ibyu sighed. {Before you go, can I please not go back inside your chest?} Ibyu asked.

{I want somewhere safe. Like your eyes for example.}

Seiya's brows raised in question, raising Ibyu's tiny form slightly along with it.

{I meant, I want to stay plastered over your eyes, beneath your blindfold, not go into your eyes,} Ibyu clarified. {It's not like you can see with your eyes right now anyway,} it added.

Seiya kept silent, no hint of responding so Ibyu pressed on. {Sei c'mon, I'll liquify and stick over your eyes. it'll be like an eye mask, like the ones heroes wear over their eyes. It'll be cool, you know.}

"Not this night Ibyu, no," Seiya refused. "I'm already straining hard enough to see as it is, and having you plaster yourself over my eyes will not help in any way."

"You should've stayed back with the villagers then," Seiya suggested.

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