Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 75 - 74: Peaceful Rest | Lurking Malice

Seiya slammed the door behind him and started striding away, only to hear Hayne’s strained voice calling desperately after him. He halted mid-step, then turned sharply and retraced his steps back into the room.

He met Hayne’s gaze—his head slightly lifted, thick blood dripping steadily from his lips. Hayne tried to speak but was overcome by a fit of coughing, more blood spilling from his mouth.

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"…I didn’t…" he rasped. "I didn’t want you to leave… without knowing this."

Seiya remained silent, his gaze fixed on Hayne, waiting. He offered no pressure, allowing the wounded boy to take his time.

"This," Hayne breathed, his gaze flickering to Seiya’s mother’s lifeless form and his own broken body. "was done by—" He hesitated, struggling with the words—deliberating whether he could still call Mr. Sanio Seiya’s father. That man, who had subjected them to years of torture, was nothing short of a monster.

Calling Mr. Sanio Seiya’s father felt almost absurd.

"It was done by Mr. Sanio," Hayne finally said. His hands trembled, his body wracked with an increasing chill.

"Apparently, we made a mistake," he murmured. "To make such a mistake… after coming this far, haha." He chuckled weakly, though the sound quickly turned into another wet, choking cough.

"That elite," he rasped. "He still had his tracking piece inside him. We were so caught and focused on the plans… I never even considered it."

Seiya, who had been listening in silence, turned his gaze toward his mother’s lifeless body before shifting it back to Hayne’s crumpled form. "You said he would keep his end of the deal," he reminded him, his tone unwavering.

Hayne exhaled softly, his breath warm against the cold air. "Yeah… I did say that." His eyes, dull and weary, seemed to dim further, slowly losing their light.

"When they came, they demanded I hand over your mother," he confessed. "But I refused…. I mean….how could I? You hadn’t even reconciled with her yet."

A faint, wistful smile played on his lips as his eyes welled with unshed tears.

"Since I refused, they told me to step aside and let them carry out their mission—eliminating her," he continued, voice hoarse with strain. "Of course, I refused again, hehe…" He tried to laugh, but only a broken, bloodied cough escaped.

"A fight broke out. They tried to get me out of the way, and I… I resisted as much as I could, but…" His voice trailed off, lost to the restrained cry caught in his throat.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, his head dipping lower.

For a long moment, Seiya said nothing. He simply stood there, gazing down at Hayne’s failing body, as if weighing his worth.

"Tell me," Seiya’s voice finally broke the silence. "What would the me from the past had done in a situation like this?"

Hayne’s head snapped up, eyes wide in shock at Seiya’s question.

For a moment, Hayne remained frozen in shock, saying nothing. Then, slowly, his tense features softened, a small smile gracing his lips. "It doesn’t matter anymore," he murmured, letting his head fall back against the ground.

Seiya’s question felt oddly funny to him. A weak chuckle trembled in his throat, but it soon dissolved into another ragged cough, splattering more blood onto the floor.

"I am asking you," Seiya pressed, unmoved. "What would be the right thing to do in a situation like this?"

Ibyu stirred within Seiya, tempted to answer in Hayne’s stead, but he refrained, sensing that this was a moment meant for the two alone.

Hayne’s smile widened slightly, mist curling faintly from his lips as he exhaled. "Try to save me," he answered.

His head lolled to the side, blood trailing along his jaw, his smile still lingering. "He would try to save me."

Setting his staff aside, Seiya turned back to Hayne. "Okay."

Without another word, he crouched down and gathered Hayne into his arms, cradling him effortlessly. He walked out of the room in silence, entering the living room where his elite stood waiting.

As he passed, Seiya’s eyes flickered toward him. "Stay back."

He strode toward the entrance of the house. There, he bent slightly, concentrating power into his legs.

In an instant, he vanished—lunging forward at impossible speed.

The shockwave of his departure sent dust and debris spiraling into the air as he tore through the city. Hayne’s weight was nothing. With Hayne cradled tightly in his arms, Seiya leapt across rooftops, sprinted through streets, each step leaving the ground trembling.

He arrived at the hospital in moments where the staff rushed to tend to Hayne urgently.

The doctors and nurses couldn’t help but cast bewildered glances at Seiya. With his blindfold covering both eyes, they naturally assumed he was blind. So his precise movements, to them, defied reason.

After a thorough examination, the doctors delivered their verdict. Hayne’s injuries were beyond treatment. The wound had not only pierced his heart but had ravaged his blood vessels. That Hayne still remained breathing was seen as nothing but a miracle because by all logic, he should have been dead already. Though Seiya knew it was Hayne using his own awakened ability to slow the progress of his condition.

"It’s okay," Hayne’s voice broke through the sterile quiet of the ward, weak yet steady. He lay on the bed, stained in his own blood.

"I already knew…" His voice weakened. "That I wouldn’t survive this." A soft smile touched his lips. "But I’m happy… that you tried."

Seiya remained silent and unmoving, not uttering a single word in response to Hayne’s words.

Exhaling softly, Hayne spoke again. "Can I ask for one last favor?"

His dull eyes strained to focus on Seiya, waiting. But when no answer came, he continued.

"I want you to take me somewhere quieter. Somewhere I can test in peace…. with no disturbances." His voice was barely above a whisper. "Do you happen to know a place like that?"

Without a word, Seiya moved closer. He slid his arms beneath Hayne again, lifting him gently from the bed.

To avoid unwanted attention and complications, he exited through the window, descending from the fourth floor with effortless grace.

The wind rushed past them, ruffling Hayne’s hair as they fell.

Then, once again, Seiya took off, leaping across the city, his path veering away from the streets, and deeper into the wild.

Hayne, barely able to keep his eyes open against the rushing wind, vaguely registered that they were moving toward the woods. Though curiosity flickered in his mind, he did not ask why.

Seiya’s sprint slowed to a walk as they entered the woods. He advanced deeper, past thick trees, until he stopped before a cavern.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its pale glow on them, but inside the cavern, there was only darkness. A vast, endless void where even the moonlight dared not reach.

"…Why here?" Hayne finally asked.

"It’s relaxing," Seiya answered flatly.

Without hesitation, Seiya moved forward, casually stepping into the cavern.

The moment his foot crossed the threshold, Hayne’s breath froze in his throat.

A nerve chilling presence—one so vast and malevolent he had never sensed before, enclosed Hayne tightly in a suffocating shroud.

The air turned freezing with ominous pressure that clotted thickly like a storm of decaying mist, seeping into his skin. It clung to him, insidious and corrosive, like unseen insects crawling beneath his flesh.

Hayne’s body locked in place, rigid with fear. This was beyond any spiritual energy he had ever sensed. It was something far worse. This malice stripped his skin off, lacing his bare nerves with a creeping vile energy that coiled tightly around his guts, suffocating the life out of him

Hayne knew not to be told by anyone that deep within the cavern, a vile being lay in wait.