Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 95 - 94: The Blind Fangs, Wiped Out? [2]

The Blind Fangs, Wiped Out? [2]

In an instant, Seiya lunged forward, taking out the rest in a motion too swift for them to see or react to.

He meticulously took them down one after the other, twisting their necks to prevent any bloodshed. Seeing how fast he was and they couldn’t keep their eyes on him, some of them with defensive abilities quickly activated them, enclosing it around themselves to prevent Seiya from getting in and harming them. Their eyes frantically darted here and there, trying to follow his movements but he was just too fast.

Seiya used his staff to effortlessly break through their barriers and defensive abilities, brutally striking them down without getting close to avoid any bloodstain. When it was left with only two—the broad man in his 30s and the boy who was about to slip out through the back door, Seiya slowed down.

He appeared before the man whose hands trembled even with his ability activated as he stood in Seiya’s presence. Before the man could lift his hand to do anything, Seiya struck his throat with a blow strong enough to only block his airway and not obliterate him.

The man’s ability deactivated instantly, posture hunching forward as his hands flew up to his neck to claw gently but desperately—gasping for breath. As he did that, Seiya extended his hand over the man’s shoulder, pressing it down with sheer force and crashing the man to his knees.

A sharp crack echoed as the man’s knee struck the hard ground, a jolt of pain searing through his bones that sent a tremor through his body.

His head dipped as his hands remained over his neck, panting as he struggled to draw each breath. Seiya’s hand reached out, grabbing his hair and yanking it back so the man’s gaze was up and looking at him. With one hand tugging back the man’s hair, Seiya’s other hand slapped away the man’s hands from his neck, wrapping his own around it.

His hand tightened around the man’s neck, fingers creeping upward until his thumb settled over his Adam’s apple, pressing down heavily on it.

The man’s eyes glistened with tears from pain as his head remained forced upward to keep staring at Seiya. "Why.." his voice was low, choked with unspoken words and pain. "Why are you…doing this?" He managed to ask, eyes never leaving Seiya’s. He had accepted his death, knowing there was no way out but he wanted to at least know why.

Which was funny because they were a gang that harassed civilians without any proper reason yet when the table is turned against them and the same act is unleashed upon them, they demand reasons and answers.

Seiya’s white eyes peered down intently at the man knelt before him, his grip on him never wavering as he studied him like a puzzle.

After a while of heavy silence, Seiya finally spoke. "It is because….you caused me trouble." His voice was calm with finality—making it clear that was the sole reason and there would be no emphasis.

The man’s dimming eyes trembled softly, his body sluggish knowing his fate was bound. Without any words or further delay, Seiya took his time bringing up his hand to the man’s jaw while the other remained gripping his hair. In a slow, well thought motion like he was savoring the moment, Seiya twisted the man’s neck with a crack—allowing him to fall lifeless to the ground.

The remaining boy’s breath hitched as Seiya turned to face their direction. The boy’s leg had long given up due to all the brutal commotion so he was down on his knees, weight resting atop his folded legs.

Seeing Seiya already wipe out the others, the elite thought to help, so he lunged toward the boy, prepared to strike when a chilling command halted him mid-motion.

"Don’t," Seiya murmured lightly with no strain.

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The elite retreated at once, obeying without a moment’s hesitation.

Seiya ambled over to his elite and the boy who shook violently—cold sweat raining down on him with every step that advanced Seiya closer to them. As Seiya reached and stopped in front of him, his body stilled instantly, muscles locking up in place. His head remained bowed, his heart hammering to a crescendo as he braced for whatever Seiya might do to him—he who had been so brash and harsh toward him in the mini-mart.

He remained silent, trying not to draw even a single breath in Seiya’s presence, to avoid drawing his attention as Seiya faced his elite. But what he didn’t know was that his pounding heart that was beating at a very high note was blasting into Seiya’s ears—grating against it.

Seiya’s eyes shot down toward him and even though his gaze was cast down, head bowed, the weight of Seiya’s eyes pressing down on him from above caused a shudder to force its way down his spine.

The sound of his pounding heart was so loud in Seiya’s ears, irritating him as he stood gazing down at the boy. Lifting his gaze back to his elite, Seiya spoke. "You.." he paused, brows narrowing as a thought came to him.

He had always had to just give out orders and commands to his elite without calling his name or even properly pointing him out. As funny as it may seem, it just occurred to Seiya because rather than terming him ’you’ which he just did and always had, he wanted to use his name instead.

"What’s your name?" Seiya asked, an entirely different thing from what he had wanted to say.

The elite stiffened, a cold shudder running through him. This wasn’t at all a question he was expecting from Seiya, so it caught him off guard and threw him off balance. Nonetheless, he knew never to deny his replies when it’s Seiya himself asking.

"Seven…. is what they call me back at the facility" the elite replied. Seiya’s eyes narrowed slightly—even he with fading memories knows his name to be Seiya and not some random number—at least that’s what he knows himself to be called by everyone.

His face turning more stern, Seiya spoke again. "I’m asking for your real name."

"I don’t… I don’t have one," the elite replied in a stutter. Seiya stiffened up at the revelation like it was shocking news. He remained blinking at his elite, silent.

"Then," Seiya spoke again. "Your parents?" He asked in a casual tone. Seiya didn’t in any way see his question as upsetting or unfit to be brought up at all because to him—he has parents even though he doesn’t know them so it’s quite likely for the elite to have too.

"I-I don’t know," the elite stuttered yet again, nervous and thrown off by questions he never thought would come from Seiya of all people.

Seiya stilled at his response, meeting his reply with silence.

As the silence stretched between the two, both staring back at each other with blinking eyes and puzzling stares, Ibyu chipped in. {Uhm…Sei?} Ibyu called softly, testing if Seiya would answer harshly or calmly like his usual self—to determine whether it was now okay to speak.

Mn? Seiya’s reply came short but not harsh. Ibyu exhaled in relief, glad that Seiya wouldn’t rip it out and crush it like he had threatened.

{Why don’t you give him a name?} Ibyu suggested and Seiya stiffened up the more.

Me? Seiya asked, mild disbelief evident in his tone.

{Yes, like you gave to me,} Ibyu replied and Seiya’s muscles seized in utter shock. I named you?!

{Of course!} Ibyu flared with heat, a little enraged that Seiya had forgotten even this—even though it wasn’t his fault, it still angered it. {Though I don’t even know what this name means,} Ibyu added softly.

{So, give him a name as well. He, after all, serves under you.}

Blinking at his elite, Seiya spoke. "I’ll give you one then."

The elite’s eyes shone with delight at this which made Seiya immediately avert his gaze—cringed because he knew those eyes to be the same one with which Kaeliyus gazed at him.

"Hmm.." Seiya mumbled as he thought of a name for his elite. "Seven?….seven…" he continued mumbling. After a while, he turned to his elite. "Then…Nanaki," Seiya blurted.

The elite’s eyes gleamed with approval and delight, eyes peering into Seiya’s—pressing down on him and causing cold sweat to bead across Seiya’s forehead as he saw his elite as another Kaeliyus that had appeared.

{Nanaki?} Ibyu asked. {Why though?}

Because he shines. Seiya replied almost immediately, striking Ibyu silent for some time.

{He shines?} Ibyu asked after regaining its tongue, perplexed that Seiya could see someone that way.

{Why?} Ibyu pressed, curious to know.

He’s quite different in the midst of people. His unique hair feature stands out quite a lot. Though the seven is still included because I don’t think it’s appropriate to forget the weight of his past. Seiya explained.

Seeing that there was no in depth meaning or reason as to why Seiya gave the name Nanaki with (Ki) meaning radiance or shine to his elite—Ibyu relented.

{Ehh? Are you being thoughtful right now?} Ibyu teased.

Isn’t it a simple logical reasoning? Seiya shot back at Ibyu who twitched at his response that made Ibyu feel dumb.

Shifting his gaze back to his elite, Seiya spoke once more. "Naki," Seiya called, stiffening up the elite who shuddered with goosebumps. He was quite taken aback by the way Seiya called him till it clicked in his head—Naki as in the short form of Nanaki. He never thought of Seiya as someone to use nicknames.

"Ask him," Seiya ordered, his gaze shifting to the boy on the floor who remained stiff, trying not to breathe to draw any attention. "…where the other boys are."

Seiya’s elite, now Nanaki, wondered what other boys Seiya was asking about till he remembered the group of boys back in the mini-mart. He was confused but also surprised that Seiya remembered the incident that had happened back at the convenience store.

Without wasting time, Naki turned to the boy and asked. "Where are the other boys you were with in the store?"

The boy’s gaze shot up at Naki instantly, eyes gleaming with rekindled hope.

"If I…if I talk, will I be spared?" The boy asked with hope shining eyes.

Naki’s gaze shifted to Seiya who stepped forward. He squatted casually in front of the boy, resting his temple on one hand with ease as he gazed at the boy.

"No," Seiya replied softly. "You can either disclose their whereabouts and die painlessly….. or prove stubborn and gain yourself a slow, agonizing death," his tone was casual and indifferent.

"Like this," Seiya added before reaching to the boy’s ear and ripping it off with sheer force.