Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 67 - 66: Plans on Survival

Hayne walked away without a backward glance, leaving Riena behind without waiting to hear whatever she had to say.

Her body tensed, fists clenched as hot blood surged through her veins. She huffed, her chest rising and falling rapidly in frustration and rage. After a moment, she turned sharply and stormed off in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Hayne returned to the room where the others were gathered. The bulky senior stood as soon as Hayne entered—he had been waiting.

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"We’ve been discussing," the senior began, "how we should act now rather than waste time sleeping. If we wait until morning, when the streets are bright and crowded, there’s no way we’ll go unnoticed. The police—or someone else—is bound to see us, and that’ll only make things worse."

"I was thinking the same thing," Hayne replied. "I’ll take Seiya and one of the second-floor boys with me to the clinic to get Seiya’s mother and Eiro treated in a few minutes. In the meantime, some of you should head to an internet café. There should still be a few open. Use the children’s full names to look up information about their families."

"Right. But the problem is—we don’t have any money," someone pointed out.

"Ugh… We should’ve taken some from that bastard before we left the facility," another muttered.

"His whole wallet, even," someone else added.

"A shame," the bulky senior sighed in regret. "An unfortunate oversight on our part."

"And how exactly do you plan to get Eiro and the others treated with no money?" The senior asked, watching Hayne expectantly.

"Who the hell prioritises money over saving lives?" Hayne replied shamelessly, though he averted his gaze, fully aware of how absurd his words sounded.

"More than that, we don’t even have clothes to change into. Almost all of us look like killers. There’s no way people won’t immediately call the police on us if they saw us like this!" a boy pointed out.

"Ugh! How are we supposed to get anywhere like this?"

A collective sigh filled the room, their spirits sinking.

"Anyway," Hayne cut in, "we have to make do with what we have."

He glanced at the group, then added, "Those of you with bloodstained clothes—turn them inside out. It won’t be perfect, but at least it’ll cover some of the mess."

Unlike the others, Hayne’s clothes were among the few that were relatively clean—he hadn’t been involved in the fight, along with everyone from the second-floor.

"But seriously," one of them spoke up, looking around. "Do none of us have families to return to? Why are we all homeless?"

Silence fell over the group. Beads of cold sweat formed on their faces, the weight of the question pressing down on them.

"It’s been years," one finally muttered.

"Decades, even," another added, exaggerating.

"I used to live with my aunt after my mom abandoned me," Heiji admitted bluntly. "She treated me like trash, locked me out all the time. Then I got taken to that facility, and now I’m out… But I’d rather die than go back to her." He admitted, deepening the already thick tension in the air.

Another silence settled over them, their unease growing.

"I was originally from an orphanage so…" one of them said, hesitantly raising a hand.

"Used to live with my grandma, but I’d bet my ass she’s dead by now," another chimed in, his tone disturbingly casual.

"Well, my parents forgot me at a mall, and I’ve long forgotten what they even look like.So…"

"I… I can’t remember anything," a girl admitted, her voice strained.

Hayne and the bulky senior stood in silence, their faces tense, sweat forming on their brows as the confessions continued.

"Alright, alright," the bulky senior finally intervened, cutting off the heavy atmosphere before it grew worse. "We get it. Everyone has their circumstances."

He exhaled and crossed his arms. "We’ll deal with our own situations later. Right now, our priority is reuniting the children with their families. Those without one… they’ll have to be registered in an orphanage."

The group collectively nodded in agreement.

At the far end of the room, where Seiya’s mother and Eiro lay, Seiya’s elite sat quietly, observing the scene unfold before him.

"So… how do we get into an internet café with no money? Should we break in?" a boy asked, genuinely seeking an answer.

"Or just use it and run before they can charge us?" another suggested.

"We could pickpocket," someone chimed in.

Hayne shot them a tired, exasperated look, shaking his head in disbelief.

He was about to respond when Seiya entered the room, signaling that he had finished searching for a place to treat his mother and Eiro.

"Anyway," Hayne turned to the senior, "wake the children up and try to get as much information from them as possible. We’ll figure out our next step when I get back."

As he turned to leave, the bulky senior grabbed his arm. "Shouldn’t only those with clean clothes go to the clinic?" he asked, nodding toward Seiya. His clothes were far more tattered and bloodied than anyone else’s. Worse, the eerie, bloodstained staff floating beside him did nothing to help their situation.

"Right," Hayne admitted. "But don’t worry—there’s a reason I’m taking him."

He walked over to where Eiro and Seiya’s mother lay, then looked at Seiya. "Please, carry her on your back."

Seiya froze, his expression unreadable.

"Please," Hayne repeated softly.

After a long pause, Seiya finally moved. Slowly, he lifted the woman—his mother—onto his back. Hayne gently picked up Eiro and secured him in his arms.

Before turning to leave, he met the gaze of the elite now working under Seiya. "Your hands are in terrible shape. I doubt they can treat them, but you can tag along to try."

Then, glancing at the boy from the second floor who would be joining them, he said, "Let’s go."

Without another word, they turned and started walking down the stairs—Seiya’s elite following close behind.

As they descended the stairs, Hayne decided to break the heavy silence with a conversation.

"Seeing you carry your mother so gently makes me happy," he said, a soft smile on his face. "It makes me think that, deep down, there’s still a part of you that cares for her."

"No," Seiya replied flatly. "I could throw her down these stairs right now and feel nothing."

Hayne came to an abrupt stop causing the others—Seiya, his elite, and the boy from the second floor to halt as well.

For a long moment, Hayne simply stood there, blinking in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, after what felt like an eternity, a slow, wide smile spread across his face, his eyes closing as he exhaled.

"Hand her over," he said, his voice unnervingly cold.

Seiya tilted his head slightly, confused. Not long ago, Hayne had pleaded with him to carry the woman, and now he was asking for her back.

"Please, hand her over," Hayne repeated, the smile still plastered on his face.

"But you told me to carr—"

"Just hand her over," Hayne interrupted before Seiya could finish. "Please." His voice remained calm, gentle even, as if nothing was wrong.

Without another word, Hayne passed Eiro to the boy from the second floor, then carefully lifted Seiya’s mother onto his own back.

"Let’s go," he said lightly, casually walking past Seiya like nothing happened.

Seiya simply stood still, watching him disappear down the stairs.