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

Shock rippled through the commander's nerves, his eyes wide spreading. He had thought only him and the girl knew she was winding back time.

But why? What had made him arrogantly dispatch the possibility that Seiya—who has shown great capabilities up till this point wouldn't catch on?

All his mistakes and oversights since the beginning; the results of his careless actions were finally catching up to him—making his nerves pulse with searing heat.

As Seiya clenched tight the girl's mouth, looming over her and suffocating her, the commander's mind reeled for what he would do to her.

"Sei," he whispered in a shallow breath, and just as the words left his mouth, the girl's face shattered like a mere piece of glass.

Seiya had clenched it so tight, he crushed the girl's face. Blood splattered across the commander's shell-shocked face, the girl's face disfigured.

Regrets. Guilt. Pain.