Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 50 - 49: The Bloodied Path to Freedom III | Plan Set in Motion I

"You, a lesser being, have no right to act as though you’re supreme," Seiya hissed, bringing his staff down with lethal intent to strike down on Mr. Sanio’s face. But just inches before impact, a sharp voice rang out.

"Stop!" Hayne commanded.

Seiya froze mid-motion. The abrupt halt sent a gust of air brushing against Mr. Sanio’s face, making his hair flutter. Seiya slowly tilted his head toward Hayne, his eyes gleaming with a cold, menacing light that seemed to say, ’You dare?’

For some reason, being ordered around grated against Seiya’s very being now that rage seems to be the only emotion that pulsed through his veins with too much ease—it irked him to be commanded.

Hayne shuddered under Seiya’s frigid gaze, the unnatural light in those strange eyes sending a chill down his spine. Desperation softened his voice, prompting him to add, "please."

"Please stop," Hayne repeated, his feet rooted to the ground, unable to step any closer to Seiya, who now radiated an aura of destruction. Glancing toward the monsters waiting in the shadows of the hall, Hayne’s fear only deepened.

For a moment, Seiya simply stared at Hayne, as if weighing his worth. Then, with a dismissive flick of his gaze, he turned back to his father, still gripping his hair tightly.

"No can do," Seiya replied flatly, as if the matter required no further discussion.

"You asked me what these eyes are, didn’t you?" Seiya’s voice was quiet but laced with spite.

"I’ll tell you," he continued, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent. "These eyes grant me a full 360-degree field of vision," he began, watching as his father’s expression tightened in disbelief.

"They negate time itself, letting me perceive everything in slow motion. Not only can I see perfectly in the dark, I can also see through things, far and wide." Seiya paused, his face lowering closer to his father’s, voice dropping to a soft, lethal whisper.

"Including the pests you’ve stationed around this facility," he added, and Mr. Sanio’s eyes widened in shock.

When the news reached him that a gate had opened within his facility and chaos ensued, he had brought along some elites and positioned them strategically around the perimeter. He never imagined Seiya would see through it all.

"The only downside, which frankly, I couldn’t care less about," Seiya continued nonchalantly, as though he hadn’t just revealed his father’s entire tactical advantage, "is that I can only see the outlines of things. But I doubt you’d understand."

"There’s more these eyes and even my body can do. I’ve learned, but telling you would be a waste of my time."

Though Seiya didn’t elaborate further, it was clear his perception of the world had fundamentally changed. His new eyes make him perceive the world in a unique, outlined form, reminiscent of black and white neon sketches. His gaze penetrates everything as if they were water, revealing only their contours and edges, leaving the essence of their true form elusive.

This ability also allowed him to precisely locate an enemy’s weakness, core, or heart, as he sees through them like drawn arts—enabling him to strike with devastating accuracy.

And as he had mentioned, there was more his eyes could do. Like being able to register and absorb any skills used against him—one of the many advantages he exploited in his missions. And this was only the beginning of their potential.

Seiya raised the staff once more, ready to bring it down on his father to finish what he started, but his father’s desperate words froze him mid-motion.

"Your mother!" Mr. Sanio gasped, the words spilling from his lips in desperation.

"Mother?" Seiya asked, his voice filled with confusion and surprise.

"Who—?" Seiya began to question, but stopped when he caught on. He realized that a mother was simply the one who birthed a child, or so he believed. But what Seiya couldn’t grasp was why his father would invoke such a figure to stop him.

In Seiya’s mind, he had no mother—or at least, if she existed, he had never met her—so he thinks and believes.

He pondered why the man standing before him, someone he could barely remember as his father, would invoke a woman he had never known or felt any connection to in an attempt to sway him.

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Seiya’s health had deteriorated over the years, and with it, his memory. He had forgotten much of his past—so many faces, so many moments and names. Even the simplest details of his day-to-day life often escaped him.

As Seiya raised the staff once more, preparing to unleash its wrath upon his father, Hayne’s voice interrupted. "Yes, your mother, Sei. Think about her."

Seiya halted, turning to look at Hayne, trying to grasp the meaning behind his words.

"Your mother is being held captive by him," Hayne revealed. Both Hayne and Mr. Sanio braced for a reaction, but Seiya remained unfazed, his indifference unbroken by the revelation.

"So?" Seiya replied flatly, his gaze fixed on Hayne, whose eyes widened in surprise, mirrored by Mr Sanio’s growing shock.

Seiya fixed his gaze on Hayne, waiting for an explanation.

"What are you even saying?" Hayne muttered, his voice barely audible, his eyes trembling with disbelief.

He couldn’t fathom how Seiya’s health had deteriorated so much over the years, to the point that he couldn’t recall one of the driving forces behind the traumatic events he’s had to endure. But, Hayne understood it wasn’t Seiya’s fault, and his expression softened in sympathy.

"You might not remember clearly, but your mother… she’s a good person," Hayne began, though he had never personally met or learned much about Seiya’s mother.

He wasn’t naive enough to overlook the kind of mother she must have been, considering the immense suffering Seiya had endured for her sake. Hayne only learned the truth about her a few years ago when Seiya’s teacher revealed it to him. The teacher was investigating, trying to uncover her whereabouts though he hadn’t succeeded.

"Regardless," Hayne continued, his tone firm, "don’t kill him—at least not yet. He still has to tell us where your mother is and bring her to us."