Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos

Chapter 17: Cries Unheard

Chapter 17: Cries UnheardIn the yard, where everyone watched and monitored Seiya, Mr. Sanio's eyes were fixed intently on the screen.

"Agh, he's having a breakdown" sighed the woman in a suit, her demeanor exuding the poise of a secretary.

"What should we d—" she began, only to be cut off as Mr. Sanio rose to his feet with urgency.

"Bring him back! Immediately!" he ordered, his voice heated and commanding.

The Awakened workers, poised and handling the equipment, hesitated.

"What are you waiting for?! You there! Bring him back!" Mr. Sanio's finger jabbed toward a female Awakener, who flinched at being singled out for the daunting task.

"Immediately!" he added coldly at her hesitation.

"Y-yes, sir," she stammered, her eyes squeezing shut as she stretched out her hand to activate her ability.

In an instant, Seiya was teleported from the dungeon to the yard, the gate dissolving into nothingness.

The female Awakener who facilitated Seiya's extraction, coughed up blood before collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

None of those present appeared severely troubled by this outcome, standing awkwardly still—this was the norm, after all.

In this world, gates were the domain of monsters, not humans. The act of forcibly opening a gate defied the world's laws, though the SOH ceaselessly re

Looking up, he saw the children gathering around him. The boy who had punched him stood at the front, seething with rage.

"You bastard!" Eiro, the boy who's used to bullying Seiya, grabbed him by the collar. "How hard was it to complete the task? Because of you, those children had to die!" he shouted, slamming Seiya onto the table and landing blow after blow.

Accusations filled the air:

"He must have refused the task because he's the Master's son"

"He didn't care about those children since he wasn't the one dying"

"He must have enjoyed watching them die for his pride."

"Why even are their lives tied to you?! Why are they the ones who get to die for your foolish pride and inability to complete a task?!" The boy raged more, landing heavier punches on Seiya.

As the group pummeled him to vent their frustration, Seiya could only shield himself with his tiny arms. Blood seeped from the tear and bruises they made—tears streaming down his face as he remained pressed under the kids.

Seiya's heart ached, everything within him ached badly. His lips trembled hardly as he struggled to voice out what his heart kept repeating inside him.

He wanted to tell them, he wanted to let them know, he wanted them to hear the aching voice within him saying: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. So sorry.

But no matter how much Seiya tried, his lips only trembled with no words coming out. He wanted those words out yet why wasn't it coming out? His heart was getting drowned in tears as were his eyes.

Through his blurred vision , he spotted the familiar boy with light blue hair, the one who had once stood up for him. Their eyes met but the boy looked away, feigning ignorance and unwilling to intervene.

The beatings continued until the group grew tired, spitting on Seiya before leaving him bloodied on the floor.

Seiya huffed, his entire body aching. They all watched as he struggled up, trembling and trudging with wobbling legs.

With the situation being too overwhelming, Seiya couldn't find his glasses in that state. He had to make do with his blurred vision.

Bruised and trembling, Seiya grabbed another tray and got served—forcing himself to eat through the ache and pain.

Though he couldn't down most of it due to his aching stomach and mouth, he tried his hardest to eat.

Afterward, Seiya limped out of the cafeteria, his vision blurred, bumping into objects along the way.

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Seiya was led to his father's office, where Mr Sanio waited with his back turned.

Standing stiffly, Seiya's nerves barely contained, trying to summon the courage to speak.