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 stood so unbothered in the middle of the carnage he had wrought. Not a single ounce of pity or regret could be detected on him.

His entire form was soaked in fresh red, his staff covered in dripping crimson. The earth beneath him was a pool of blood that turned the ground soft, and a waste of human remains.

Neither the trembling villagers could dare let out a cough, nor the commander that was still in stunned silence from the brutal occurrences that has been ingrained in his mind.

Casually, Seiya turned his head toward the commander who has remained still on the same spot for minutes now.

"Are we done here?" He asked, his voice devoid of emotions. He was so casual with the commander like he hadn't just slaughtered his men like they were some sort of worthless animals.

The commander couldn't even comprehend Seiya's question, he didn't have the slightest strength or interest to even try to comprehend it.

Second Chance