Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 68 - 67: Plans on Survival II

After a long walk, Seiya and those who tagged along finally arrived at the pharmacy. It was quite a distance from the abandoned building they had left behind, making the journey a slow one.

Standing concealed in the shadows across the street, they observed the pharmacy, silently watching as people entered and exited.

"How many are inside now?" Hayne asked.

Seiya, his eyes scanning through the building, responded curtly, "Five."

"That’s a lot. Let’s wait a little longer for a few more to leave," Hayne suggested.

After a while—

"How many now please?"

"One."

"He should get his ass out already!" Hayne snapped, drawing a surprised glance from both the boy from the second floor and Seiya. They had never heard him swear before.

Noticing their reactions, Hayne cast them a quick glance before averting his gaze with an awkward smile.

Finally, the last person left the pharmacy, and Hayne let out a relieved sigh. He was already growing weary from carrying Seiya’s mother—physical strength was not his strong suit.

Without hesitation, they crossed the road and casually entered the pharmacy, acting as if two among them weren’t stained in blood with wounds still raw and gaping.

"Welcom—" The greeting died on the lips of the women at the dispensing counter as they froze at the sight before them.

Four young boys. Two carrying unconscious individuals. The other two clad in blood-soaked clothes—one’s wrist hung at odd angles, seemingly broken, the other bore gaping wounds across his chest and stomach.

The ladies were horrified as much as they were confused and concerned.

The slender woman in a white nurse’s gown tensed, her voice shaky. "W-what happened?"

Beside her, the older, slightly chubby woman remained silent, her unreadable gaze fixed on them.

Despite their unease, they maintained an admirable level of composure. Noting this, Hayne’s eyes flicked to Seiya, or rather—to his staff. Surely, if that thing were still hovering at his side, they wouldn’t have been able to keep so calm.

But the staff was nowhere in sight. Hayne’s eyes narrowed briefly in question but he quickly shifted his attention back to the women.

"We need immediate treatment for our friends and aunt," Hayne said, his voice low and steady.

The two women exchanged an uncertain glance, clearly debating whether they should abandon their post to help the group of suspicious-looking boys. After a brief hesitation, the slender one stepped forward.

"Bring them over here," she instructed, motioning for them to follow.

Before complying, Hayne moved closer to Seiya. "Please stay here and keep an eye on her. Please," he emphasized, his voice low but firm. Then, without waiting for a response, he followed the woman, accompanied by Seiya’s elite and the boy from the second floor.

For Seiya, it wasn’t much of a request. He had no intention of going with them—with his eyes, he could already see through the entire pharmacy without moving an inch.

"Young man," the chubby woman at the counter spoke up, eyeing him with unease. "You don’t look well yourself. Why aren’t you going with them?"

Seiya said nothing at first, simply fixing his blank, unsettling gaze on her. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bore into hers with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Everything about his gaze felt unnatural and unnerving—almost predatory.

"Huh?" she breathed, a cold sweat forming at the back of her neck.

"I’m fine," Seiya replied curtly and turned away.

Seeing this as a chance, she acted on instinct, seizing the moment. She swiftly grabbed the telephone from the counter, pulling it onto her lap as her fingers frantically pressed the buttons.

But before she could dial, Seiya was already there.

Perched atop the counter in a single, seamless motion, he squatted before her with an eerie ease. Resting his cheek against one hand, he exhaled a single, chilling word.

"Don’t."

The woman let out a short, startled scream before she froze, her body locking up. Her mind reeled, terrified at the speed with which he had appeared in front of her—or had he simply teleported?

Her hands trembled violently, the telephone slipping from her grasp and clattering onto the floor.

The sudden scream caught the attention of the slender nurse in the back. She rushed out immediately, only to gasp in shock, hands flying to cover her mouth as she took in the sight before her.

Hayne and the rest followed right behind, stepping into the room just moments later. An awkward, nervous smile tugged at Hayne’s lips as he cautiously moved forward.

"Aunty, I swear, we’re not bad people," he said, the forced grin making the corner of his lips twitch.

His words at reassurance did little to ease the tension—especially with Seiya looming on the counter, his presence unnervingly still.

"He’s only up there to stop her from calling the police," Hayne explained in Seiya’s defense, trying to defuse the tension.

The nurses remained stiff, unease clearly evident on their faces.

"Honestly, we’re only here to save our friend from dying. You saw his condition earlier," Hayne continued, now directing his words toward the slender nurse.

"We look like this because we fought off a horde of monsters from a gate that opened not too long ago. We barely made it out alive. We just want to get the wounded treated without complications—that’s why we came here instead of a hospital."

Noting that the women were listening to Hayne’s explanation, Seiya silently stepped down from the counter. His retreat sent a visible wave of relief through the women—especially the chubby one, who had been the direct focus of his unsettling gaze.

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Hayne seized the moment, lowering his head in a deep, respectful bow.

"If you would, please… help us save them," he pleaded.

He cast a quick glance at the other two—the boy from the second floor and Seiya’s elite—who immediately followed his lead, lowering their heads in unison.

"Please," Hayne repeated, his voice earnest.

For a moment, silence stretched between them. Then, with a shared sigh, the two women finally relented, asking them to straighten up.

"You scared me there for a moment," the slender nurse admitted with a small chuckle.

"Sorry about that," Hayne replied, offering a sheepish smile.

"You too! Don’t scare me like that again!" The chubby nurse slammed a hand on her desk, directing her frustration at Seiya.

Seiya, as expressionless as ever, merely stared at her blankly, as if the very concept of fear—or her frustration—was beyond his understanding.

Shaking her head, the slender nurse led Hayne and the others back into the treatment ward, where Eiro and Seiya’s mother were carefully laid out for examination.

Eiro had two gaping wounds— on the front of his chest and the back, but according to the nurse, they were shallow and hadn’t reached his heart. Even so, she found it puzzling how the injury had pierced clean through from front to back without hurting his heart.

Perhaps he was struck twice. She speculated, considering the possibility of wounds inflicted from both sides.

But in reality, Eiro’s heart had already healed when Riena transferred the elite’s life force to him, pulling him from the brink of death.

Leaning in, the nurse cleaned and stitched Eiro’s wound. She carefully bandaged it before moving on to Seiya’s mother.

"As for her," she began, observing the frail woman, "she seems relatively stable—just severely malnourished and mentally exhausted. I’d strongly advise taking her to a hospital for a mental health evaluation."

Turning to Seiya’s elite, she gently took his injured wrists, running her thumb over the damaged joints.

"Doesn’t it hurt?" she asked.

The elite only blinked at her, silent and unreadable, as if he had no tongue to speak.

She returned his blank stare by fluttering her lashes rapidly at him for a moment before shifting back into her professional demeanor.

"I’m afraid there’s little I can do," she admitted. "The bones are completely shattered. This would require surgery—specifically, a full joint replacement."

She paused, glancing between the elite and Hayne.

"Unless," she added, "you have a top-tier healer at your disposal."

"I see," Hayne said, bowing in gratitude. "Thank you very much."

"What about the other one?" she asked, referring to Seiya.

Hayne’s brow twitched, his smile turning slightly stiff.

"I’m not sure," he replied, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Think you can convince him to get treated?" He chuckled. "He’s… difficult."

The nurse let out a soft laugh as well, but before the moment could linger, Hayne suddenly leaned in closer.

"But you know, Aunty…" His smile faded, his expression turning sharp and unreadable. His gaze, once lighthearted, darkened with an eerie chill.

"What exactly have you been trying to do with your hand in your pocket this whole time?"