Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 88 - 87: Seiya’s Brand | The Kasamagi Mark | Blind Fangs [1]

"Ms. Hye Rin," the girl addressed as she approached Hye Rin who was seated across the table.

The lady, Hye Rin, offered no response, her gaze steady as she waited for the girl to continue.

"The leader of the Blind Fangs is here," the girl reported. "He’s being escorted now and should arrive shortly."

Hye Rin gave a single nod, and the girl stepped aside, taking a place in the corner of the office.

Moments later, the door burst open with a sudden force, and a broad-shouldered man stepped inside. His floral button-up shirt, reminiscent of those worn on Hawaiian beaches, hung loosely over a pair of shorts. A mystic tattoo spiraled down the length of one of his muscular arms, faintly shimmering beneath the light.

Dark, curly hair fell messily across his forehead, partially obscuring the sunglasses perched on his face. As he advanced, a surge of energy radiated from his body, thick and oppressive, tightening the air within the room.

The girl in the corner staggered, her breath hitching into ragged gasps as the suffocating pressure constricted her chest. Cold sweat slicked her brows as her hands clawed desperately at her throat, as if she could tear free from the invisible grip choking her.

The man’s grin widened as he approached the desk. "At last," he cackled, his voice rough with amusement. "A meeting with you. I wonder how much commotion we had to stir up to be finally invited by you."

Hye Rin remained unmoving, her fingers laced together beneath her chin as she regarded him with cold detachment. Her eyes, distant and hollow, seemed to peer beyond the man’s frame itself.

Finally, she spoke.

"For what reason do you release such putrid energy?" Her voice was soft but cold.

"Ouch." The man clutched his chest dramatically in feigned hurt. "Even I will be hurt if you call my spiritual energy putrid," he chuckled, the sound sharp and brazen.

Hye Rin’s gaze flicked toward the girl still struggling to breathe. With a slight gesture, she signaled for her to leave. Bowing quickly, the girl fled the room.

"Ah, what a shame." The man’s grin turned sly. "I was hoping to suffocate the life out of her and watch her drop dead."

Without waiting for an invitation, he pulled out the chair across from Hye Rin and sat down with a heavy thump. His palm slapped the desk with an eager thud. "So!" he barked, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "What’s the occasion? Are we finally going to war?"

Hye Rin, unbothered by his brazen acts, remained nonchalant, maintaining her posture as she gazed silently at him. "There will be no war," she declared with finality.

"Tsk. Always the same with you Saviors of Humanity—running with your tails between your legs," he sneered, his grin widening mockingly.

"Now," he began, the air around him shifting as his grin faded, replaced by a steely glare. "Don’t tell me I was called here for another lecture about keeping my boys in check," he growled, eyes peering back into Hye Rin’s.

"You were," Hye Rin blurted without hesitation and a muscle in the man’s jaw twitched.

"Typical Awakeners—always too scared to break the mold. Tch! Loosen up, have a little fun." He leaned back in the chair, arms sprawling casually as his grin returned. "But I’ll tell you now—my men will keep wreaking havoc around the city as they please. We’re after all, free birds, unbound by any rules." he remarked while Hye Rin maintained her gaze on him, watching him go on.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "What’s the point of living if you can’t blow off a little steam? My boys know well, the perfect way to live life and no on—"

"What if," Hye Rin cut in, halting the man’s blabs. The air around her dropped to a chilling stillness. "…I kill you here and now?"

The man’s face ceased tightly for some moments then slowly loosened into a grin, eyes widening in exhilaration as a chilling thrill coursed down his spine.

Leaning forward until his face hovered mere inches from hers, he breathed softly, "sure." His smile stretched wide, maintaining the close proximity with Hye Rin. "Do that… and risk starting a war," he cackled excitedly.

"You’re strong, no doubt. But even you can’t take on a thousand men alone, can you?" His smile was cheeky. "And when the war starts… we both know which side will suffer more."

Hye Rin neither blinked nor flinched, her gaze unmoved by his words.

The man’s brow furrowed, the corner of his eye twitching at Hye Rin’s indifference. As he studied her, irritation crept into his tone. "Surely, you aren’t so ignorant to not know the significance behind our name, are you?"

Hye Rin remained quiet, offering no response.

"The only thing we seek is chaos," the man continued. "That is why we bare our fangs at anything…. at anyone. Every other thing—consequences? We are blind to them," he remarked with a cheeky smile.

"Unlike the association where a single life is held with value, in our organization, life means nothing. That is why, when a war breaks out, we don’t care how many lives we lose, as long as we catch fun and cause chaos. But sadly.." he sighed. "The Saviors of Humanity Association isn’t ready to throw away a single life, hence so stubborn about allowing the war," he let out a disappointed sigh, his head tilting back to rest on his chair.

When he said nothing afterward, silence stretching in the room, Hye Rin spoke up. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, yeah. Talking to you is always such a bore." He waved a hand dismissively.

Hye Rin lips parted to speak, but the man suddenly perked up.

"Oh, right!" His grin returned. "I heard top-tier Awakeners like yourself are being summoned to China—something about helping them fend off a horde of high-tier monsters. Seems they’re having trouble holding the line, so they called for help from Japan." He leaned closer again, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Is that why you called me here? Trying to put us in check before you leave the country?"

When Hye Rin gave no reply, the man chuckled, leaning back with satisfaction.

"That must be it."

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Pushing his chair back with a scrape, he stood and strode toward the door.

"Well… things won’t be as fun with you outside the country," he mused. "And it’s going to be hard but," his hand went down on the door knob. Glancing back over his shoulder, he flashed a toothy grin at Hye Rin. "I’ll try."

With that, he exited the office.

Silence settled over the room once more. Hye Rin exhaled slowly, leaning back against her chair with her head tilted upward, eyes gazing at nothing.

"Ozai… I wonder what you’re doing right now," she murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

*****

Down the street, Seiya and his elite strolled casually, snacks in hand. They had stopped by several food trucks—shooed off by many, but a few, moved by pity, offered them free snacks.

Their casual stroll eventually led them off the bustling food street into a quieter street where they found a convenience store—its name encased in glass lighting on top of the entrance.

Seiya and his elite exchanged brief glances, peering into the mini-mart. Deciding this was the kind of convenience store they’d been searching for, they approached.

As Seiya’s elite reached for the doorknob, the door abruptly swung open from within. A frantic rush of people burst out, shoving Seiya and his elite aside as they desperately found their way out.

"It’s the Blind Fangs! They’re here again!" Someone cried in desperation as the fleeing crowd scattered down the street.

Seiya and his elite’s eyes shifted to each other, oblivious and unbothered to whatever name and warning the people were calling out in panic. They simply waited aside patiently until the last of the crowd had fled. Then, without hesitation, they entered the store.

The air inside was thick with tension. At the counter, a group of boys surrounded the shopkeeper, one of them pressing the man’s head down onto the counter. Blood seeped onto the surface, his bruised and battered face twisted in pain.

The boys paused, their gazes snapping toward the newcomers. Each wore a single jet-black glove on their right hand, adorned with vivid crimson fangs meticulously stitched into the fabric—a symbol that united them.

As if oblivious to the scene before them, Seiya and his elite cast their gazes forward, walking past the group without so much as a glance—their focus fixed on the rows of snacks lining the shelves ahead.

The boys exchanged puzzled glances, momentarily thrown off by the newcomers’ indifference. A beat of hesitation passed before one of them strode forward, eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Oi! Who do you think you are, fearlessly waltzing in here despite our presence?" he barked, his brows knitting in ire.

Seiya and his elite paused to glance at him briefly, then turned their attention back to the rows of snacks, unfazed.

"Tch!" The boy’s brow twitched. His hand shot out, grabbing Seiya by the shirt and yanking him around. "You puny…Who the hell do you—"

The words died in his throat as he met face-to-face with Seiya. Expression twisted in shock.

"You!" he sputtered, grip tightening with eyes wide in shock. "Why do you bear the Kasamagi Mark?!"

At this, the other boys drew closer, their interest piqued.

"The Kasamagi Mark?" one asked. "The one the boss has been searching for? Are you certain?"

"I am! I can sense it within him," the boy holding Seiya replied without hesitation.

"But how? Does that mean he’s a member of the clan?" another questioned.

"Don’t be ridiculous! The last surviving member of the Kasamagi clan was found dead not long ago, and the mark had vanished from his body," the boy snapped, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Then… did he kill him and steal the mark?" someone suggested and the one holding Seiya drew his brows together in mockery as if to say: ’someone this puny?’

"But… killing that man wouldn’t have been an easy feat," another reasoned, his voice uncertain.

"Doesn’t matter," the boy holding Seiya concluded, his grip firm. "We’re taking him to the boss."