Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 94 - 93: The Blind Fangs, Wiped Out? [1]

Seiya’s eyes narrowed softly, peering straight ahead as he awaited the big wolf looking man to come pounce on him.

But as the man approached, he took his sweet time, stretching the moment like one savoring a fine wine he’s been saving for years.

Seiya, who didn’t have much time, was angered by this act.Thrusting a palm forward at them, Seiya gestured to them to wait, saying. "Alright then, all of you—just wait where you are and I’ll get this done with in no time."

Of course there was a brief pause of stunned silence before the warehouse erupted into laughter. His words, which they found audacious, struck them as both absurd and amusing. The very idea that a child, one so devoid of any presence—could speak with such boldness was simply too ridiculous to take seriously.

But one thing they didn’t know was that Seiya told no jokes, at least not yet—for every word that left his mouth were well thought out words.

Letting his staff drop to the ground beside him, Seiya lowered into a stance, concentrating power into his legs.

"Oh? Is he really planning to take us all on?" a man scoffed, eyeing Seiya’s stance. The moment the words left his mouth, laughter erupted once more.

"He’s got to be kidd—" The words died in his throat as Seiya lunged forward, vanishing from their sight—or at least, that’s how it appeared since he was too fast for them to keep their eyes on.

The next thing they saw after Seiya lunged and vanished was five of their men collapsing to the ground in unison. Gasps rippled from them at the sight. Every word, every mockery they had yet to speak, died down their throat as dread overtook them.

The shock was even greater because, to them, Seiya was nothing more than a mere shrimp—one with no single presence. And to them, someone without presence was someone weak.

Seiya returned to his place beside his staff, as if he had never moved. He had taken down the five men with such speed that they collapsed in unison—no blood, only their necks twisted and lolling at odd angles.

"That should keep the blood off me," Seiya murmured.

Normally, Ibyu would’ve chimed in response to him but ever since being silenced back at the balcony, it remained unsure whether it was allowed to speak. So, for now, it held its tongue.

"W-what did you do?!" a woman among the group whispered, her voice unsteady. Her eyes were wide with dread, her expression darkened by a subtle mix of fear and confusion. They hadn’t seen Seiya strike—only the aftermath—so, naturally, paranoia began to creep in.

"Yeah, just what…" the broad looking man that was advancing toward Seiya to ’teach him a lesson’ according to him, let out in a low husky tone—words trailing off as he took in Seiya’s slender form standing not too far from him.

He was carefully assessing both Seiya and the situation, weighing his options. Did the boy before them possess hidden powers beyond their perception? Should they split up—some staying to fight while others rushed to send words to the boss? Or was he simply overthinking, letting paranoia cloud his judgment?

The man took a slow, almost imperceptible step back, his mind racing to make sense of their situation.

At the far end of the warehouse, the boy who had confronted Seiya at the convenience store slowly inched backward, attempting to slip away unnoticed. But the instant he felt two pairs of eyes drilling into him—piercing through him as if stripping his very skin bare—he froze in place, paralyzed.

Slowly, his head creaked back with a stiff, mechanical motion, as if caught in a glitch. His gaze lifted—and immediately locked onto Seiya’s eyes, peering straight at him from afar with unnerving precision. A shudder ran through him, his body turning rigid as he wondered how it was possible for Seiya to lay eyes on him so clearly from such a distance. Frozen in place, cold sweat trickled down his skin.

"I had thought there was only one door," Seiya’s quiet voice cut through the heavy silence in the room. "But I suppose not."

All heads instantly snapped toward the door behind them, where the boy stood, caught in the act of slipping away. They inwardly cursed him for giving away their hidden escape route.

They had all been rooted in place by Seiya’s actions—stupefied by how he took down five of their members at once in the blink of an eye.

Though they had initially underestimated him, dismissing him as weak the moment he entered, they now found themselves rethinking the entire situation.

"Listen here," a boy at the back said, unsheathing his sword as he advanced with slow steps. "I couldn’t care less about your little display. The fact remains the same—you’ve trespassed on our turf, and for that, you won’t leave here alive."

This reignited the stiffened resolve in the others who were rooted in place by either fear, confusion or dread, shifting into fighting stances once more.

"Yes," another agreed. "Getting cold feet from a mere child who carelessly strolled into our den—isn’t at all like us, Blind Fangs."

Flicking her whip through the air, the woman who was advancing toward Seiya, chuckled softly. "No matter how strong you prove to be, surely you can’t handle this many at once, can you?" Her eyes flared with excitement.

The others swiftly adjusted their stances, activating their abilities and drawing their weapons. Even the man who had intended to teach Seiya a lesson viewed their actions as the work of cowards—grown ups banding together to ambush a mere child. But, despite his disdain, he couldn’t rid himself of the strange, unsettling sensation tightening in his gut as he faced Seiya. Setting aside his pride and any lingering shame, he activated his own ability.

With only a blink and without so much as a word as response, Seiya lurched forward, appearing right in front of the boy whose words had reignited the will of the others to fight.

The boy’s eyes spread wide as Seiya suddenly appeared before him. He raised his sword to strike, but Seiya caught his wrist mid-air, effortlessly twisting it so the blade was aimed back at its wielder. The boy strained to turn the sword back toward Seiya, but no matter how much force he applied, Seiya didn’t budge.

Peering right into his eyes, Seiya slowly and steadily pushed the sword closer to the boy’s neck—deliberately slow, allowing the boy to see every moment, every detail. Then, with a sudden, swift motion, Seiya used the boy’s own hand to slice through his throat, before releasing his grip and leaping backward to avoid the spray of blood.

The cut was so precise and clean that the boy’s head remained intact for several moments before it slipped free, tumbling and rolling across the floor. His body followed next, crumpling to the ground, lifeless.

"You!" A boy let out with a face wrinkled in rage, lunging forward with three others to attack but halted mid-step when Seiya yet again, in a blink, vanished and appeared back on his spot

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Seiya brought his hands together with a sharp, commanding sound that immediately drew their focus to him.

"All eyes on me," he said with calm authority. Then, tilting his head toward his elite, he commanded. "Bolt the other door."

With a polite nod, the elite stepped forward, casually making his way past the group as if they weren’t one of the most notorious Rogues in the country.

As Seiya’s elite advanced, his back to some of the group, a tall man lunged forward, dagger in hand, heading straight for him. Seiya remained still, his gaze fixed on the threat aiming for his elite.

But before the man could get close enough within range, Seiya’s elite pivoted with remarkable speed, thrusting his palm forward in a single, swift motion. A thin, spiraling tornado shot from his palm, piercing the man’s chest in an instant. The man came to an abrupt halt, coughing up blood before collapsing lifeless to the ground.

Seiya’s eyes gleamed with approval at his elite’s swift and efficient takedown. He had resolved to avoid any bloodstain in this confrontation, and since his elite had neutralized the threat from a distance, sparing himself from getting stained, Seiya felt a sense of satisfaction.

The broad man in his 30s who had earlier wanted to fight Seiya or teach him a lesson—according to how he termed it, deactivated his ability—both hands falling limp to his side in quiet resignation.

The others’ eyes flicked toward him, waiting for his next move.

"Let’s end this now," he exhaled deeply, his eyes briefly closing as a wave of solemn melancholy washed over him.

"W-what do you mean?" one of them demanded, his face contorted with rage and confusion.

Ignoring the question, the man raised his gaze to Seiya. "What exactly is it that you want?" His brows knitted together, a mix of sadness, anger, and confusion clouding his expression.

Seiya remained silent, his steady gaze unshaking, prompting the man to continue. "Whatever the issue may be, let’s all calm down and settle this amicably," he suggested, his eyes heavy with resignation.

"Hah?!" A girl from the group cut in, face flaring with anger as she approached the man. She was dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie, hands tucked into the hoodie pocket."

She stopped just behind the man, face pulsing with veins."What do you mean settle this amicably?" Her tone was harsh. "After how many of our members he’s taken down, why should we be the ones calling the truce?"

The man tilted slightly to respond to her but before his lips could even part, Seiya’s staff shot through the air, grazing the man’s temple by mere inches before striking the girl’s chest whose upper body erupted instantly.

Everyone, including the man stilled instantly, their eyes wide with shock and dread as Seiya’s staff floated back toward him. Frozen, they all gazed in stunned silence seeing Seiya eliminate the girl who had dared to protest the truce.

Does that mean, if we throw in the towel, we will be spared? Several of them, including the man, thought to themselves.

Turning nervously to Seiya, the man asked. "Will you spare us if we throw in the towel and offer to settle this amicably?" His voice was filled with hope. They had all witnessed Seiya’s power and skill—there was no room for pride or shame now, only the desire to choose the best option, which to them, was a truce.

Lowering into a stance, Seiya’s eyes gleamed as he answered, "No," without hesitation, wiping every color off their faces.