Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 114 113: The Second Demon [1]

Earlier, when the life forces were separated from the barrier and it shattered, the demons within sensed it at that very instant—an intruder had breached their boundary and stepped into the village.

At once, one of them was dispatched to uncover the identity of the trespasser, or perhaps the group bold enough to accomplish a feat they had believed no human could achieve.

The demon arrived and perched atop a distant roof from where he watched the young boy who had been able to not just break the barrier but had also meticulously separated the villagers' life forces.

The demon watched Seiya from afar, reporting to the other demons every detail of the situation.

"It's just one person," he said, eyes locked on Seiya. "A mere child no less."

As he conveyed and reported to the other demons through whatever means they used, Seiya's head suddenly snapped toward him, causing him to flinch for a brief moment only to calm the next minute, reassured by Seiya's blindfold and the distance between them.

But when he blinked and found Seiya not where he was but behind him, the demon's mind reeled—shock draining his face of every color.

"Nice view?" Seiya asked, voice light and calm while in return, the demon was shook, hearts pounding.

The demon's lips parted but before he could get any word out, Seiya's hand tensed, plunging it into the demon's heart in the blink of an eye and ripping out not one heart, but both at once.

The demon's body stilled, muscles locking in place as he stared wide at Seiya who ruthlessly crushed his hearts the moment he ripped them out.

Seiya's gaze lingered on the gaping hole in the demon as he remained standing. Then, softly, he pushed the demon backward, waving him bye as the demon fell from the roof and landed with a loud thud on the ground—lifeless and kicking up dust.

There were muffled screams and gasps from the villagers who had witnessed this, body recoiling as they retreated. This stirred noisy murmurs from them, their shell-shocked eyes a proof that nothing of this sort had ever happened in their village—a demon getting killed, by a child no less.

Some of the villagers rushed into their houses, shutting the door behind them while some stood their ground—although trembling, they stood.

Blood dripped from Seiya's hand that he had used to kill the demon as it rested limply by his side.

"That's one," he muttered, gazing down at the demon fallen below.

Yeah, 15 more to go, Kaeliyus chipped in.

Raising his gaze at the villager's remaining outside, they flinched, drawing backward than they already had. Seiya calmly stepped forward, extending out a leg from the roof and dropping down the next moment. He landed gracefully on his feet, posture straight as a ruler.

Then, he began to move, his steps slow and deliberate as he advanced toward the villagers with an air of quiet composure.

More gasps and murmurs echoed as they inched back.

"I thought he was here to save us? Why's he coming toward us now?"

"Is he going to kill us the way he killed the 16th Lord?"

"I had thought he was human despite appearing like that but maybe I was wrong?"

Their murmur filled accusations landed softly on Seiya's ears with every step that advanced him closer to them. They were scared as he approached, their feet shaking beneath them, body stiff as they remained pressed against the walls of their homes.

Seiya reached, stopping in front of an elderly man—the most older looking one among them. The man's posture was slightly hunched, hands placed behind as he slowly lifted his gaze to meet Seiya's.

Since he was old with hunched posture, Seiya appeared taller but not by much. Even though the man appeared calm from the surface, he was a total wreck of fear from within, his aged muscles stiff.

"Can I…" Seiya began, voice light but steady. "Can I go in?"

The villagers, including the old man who stood directly before Seiya, were all taken aback, struck with shock at Seiya's request. When they watched him approaching, this wasn't at all among the possible outcomes they had come to in their heads.

Moreover, his voice unsettled them—a serene, almost soothing tone that carried an uncanny innocence, no different from that of a child.

When they had first seen Seiya, they concluded he was a child because he looked like one. But then, after seeing the ruthless way he killed the demon whom they considered their lord, they were convinced otherwise.

But now again, upon hearing his voice and the manner in which he spoke, their perceptions were yet again, changing.

Seiya adjusted his grip around his sword that appeared unique and attention drawing to the villagers, gaze cast down at the elderly man to whom he was making a request.

"Can I go on?" Seiya asked again, this time, a little on edge from not getting a reply the first time and they sensed it, causing them to shudder.

"Y-yes! Of course!" The elderly man blurted, erupting a chorus of gasps from the others.

The elderly man's body trembled, cold sweat breaking on him. "What have I done?" He muttered softly, face pale like he had just permitted something he wasn't supposed to.

Seiya paid no mind to their reactions as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Seated on the bare floor in the center of the room, beside a short-legged table, was a demon. His head was bald, save for a single horn jutting from the center of his head. His crimson pupils gleamed with quiet composure as they met Seiya's gaze. Even as Seiya stepped in, he remained unbothered by the intrusion, his cheek resting lazily against one hand, elbow propped upon the table.

A slow grin stretched across his lips as he regarded Seiya.

"As far as my ears could reach, it wasn't the villagers who betrayed my presence here," he mused, his voice calm and gentle, carrying an almost airy softness.

Seiya remained silent, gazing at him, unmoving from his spot as he studied the demon.

"That aside," the demon continued, his voice soft as he slowly rose to his feet. He was dressed in refined, traditional attire—a black hakama, wide-legged, pleated trouser, over a simple red kimono.

As he rose, his garments fluttered softly from the gentle breeze that wafted through the door. In the blink of an eye, he moved past Seiya with the swiftness of a gust of wind, his presence so fleeting as he passed by that even Seiya's hair was stirred.

The demon appeared instantly in front of the elderly man that had permitted Seiya to go in, looming over the man.

"I believed I had made it clear to all of you," he said, drawing closer to the man, his presence heavy and suffocating. "That no one is permitted to enter a space where I am."

The demon lifted his hand above the man, his fingers splayed with claws gleaming in the light. "You should die for this," he said as he brought down his hand to strike. But before he could, Seiya interjected, halting the demon's hand mid-air.

"Do not disregard me," Seiya murmured softly.

The demon's face twisted uglily as he glanced back over his shoulder to look at Seiya, a wide grin replacing his twisted feature as he met Seiya's blindfolded gaze.

Seiya gripped the demon's arm firmly, and as the demon struggled to break free, they both engaged in a fierce contest of strength—veins swelling along their arms, trembling with the effort to overpower one another.

"Is this human truly holding his ground in a test of strength against me?" the demon mused, grin widening with eyes alight with excitement.

This chapter is updat𝙚d by freeweɓnovel.cøm.

Lifting his gaze to the demon, Seiya spoke in a cool tone. "Holding my ground?" He echoed, disbelief lacing his tone.

"I was merely accommodating your strength," Seiya clarified and in an instant, he wrenched the demon's arm with such brutal force that it tore free from his shoulder, blood spraying across the elderly man's face.