Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 177 - 176: A Chance to Make Money

Like an estate, it contained multiple buildings, belonging to several factions of the association. Having countless heartbeats grate his ears was a discomfort Seiya had never imagined—especially when he needed to sleep.

"I don't think I can live here," he said, resting an arm over his forehead.

{It's a bit frustrating I'd admit,} Ibyu chimed.

Unable to sleep since yesterday, Seiya had instead resolved to expand his eyes capacity. After Kaeliyus left him, no one except the man that always brought him food showed his face.

And since Seiya didn't leave either, he spent his day on the bed, sitting in a meditating position, and striving to expand how far and wide his eyes could cover—trying to expand his vision awareness.

"Instead of training to expand my field of vision, I wonder if I can train to block out the pulsation of hearts," Seiya wondered.

{I don't think you can,} Ibyu said.

"Then I should focus on this for now. My vision awareness has expanded a bit after yesterday's session," he said, rising to sit. If not for the blindfold over his eyes, his weary eyes would've been in sight from lacking sleep.

"That annoying heartbeat shouldn't come in until later since he already brought me breakfast," Seiya said, referring to the commander's assistant.

"His heartbeat pulsates differently, seething with hatred toward me," Seiya continued. "That one…I will kill before leaving."

Seiya sat with his legs folded—a meditating position—drawing in a deep breath and getting ready to train his eyes.

******

Somewhere within Tokyo, in a secluded area, Kaeliyus stood before a big, empty shrine gate, eyes peering inside. He was in his demon form, eyes black with his slit pupil of deep crimson—his hair falling over his face, tousling in the warm breeze.

His coat billowed softly behind him as he stood, eyes resting particularly on a dry eyeball that lay just beyond the shrine's gate.

"How many has he made me take now, and how far has he brought me?" Kaeliyus grinned, the annoyance beneath his tone unmistakeable despite his wide smiley face.

Gently throwing his head back, Kaeliyus exhaled aloud, eyes fluttering shut as if reminiscing over something important.

"He better make me strain for his death," he muttered under his breath, and in the next instant, he snapped forward at an impeccable speed, crossing the shrine gate and racing toward the eyeball.

The moment Kaeliyus stepped foot into the shrine, however, his body caught fire, his flesh burning with searing pain coursing through every fibre of his body.

Nonetheless, Kaeliyus pushed through, seemingly unbothered like it wasn't the first time he was experiencing it. Instead, he grabbed the eyeball off the ground as quickly as he could, teleporting his way outside the shrine.

Only when outside the shrine did the fire quench, smoke rising from his body as the smell of his burnt flesh filled the air. There were blisters of red and dark, his hair fringing from the burn, and his clothes tattered.

The warm breeze brushing through him only made the burns sting. Kaeliyus breathed out, clasping the eyeball a bit tight in his grasp. Before long, Kaeliyus' body started healing itself, flesh forming as the burnt ones fell to the ground like scraps.

The scene seemed like a person being born anew from ashes. After healing as good as new, Kaeliyus raised the eyeball in his grasp, staring intently at it.

"Time to move on to the next one," he said, and vanished.

****

Back in the commander's office, two figures—a man and a woman—stood before the commander, rigid and firm. They were both clad in formal attires containing the same crest—a purple lining, flamy eye at the back of their attire—marking them as members of the association. However, their attire held significant different decorations, showing they were from different factions within the association.

The man and the woman before the commander, looking to be in their late thirties, were high captains, leaders of their own factions.

The commander had summoned them before him for an important mission to be discussed before he retired for the day. As the day had stretched into late noon, going into the early evenings, he wanted to resolve this before anything else.

The commander placed two files on his desk, pushed it forward and tapped on it—signaling the captains to come forward and get one each. They moved forward, grabbing each of the files and stepping back.

"As you can read there," the commander began, resting back on his chair. His eyes were heavily tired, threatening to close any moment. "It is about a high ranking official," he said.

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"His issue had been brought to my attention two days ago, that's why I want it resolved sooner than later," he continued. "He seeks protection. According to him and his household, one of the Rogue organisations is after him."

"Commander," the woman called. "If I may ask, which organization are we talking about?" She asked.

The commander's gaze narrowed, eyes turning sterner than they already were despite tired. "The Crows of Havoc," the commander responded, chilling the air around the office.

The captains were silenced, their eyes wide open in shock.

"The Crows of Havoc?" The male captain echoed, shock mixed with terror lacing his tone. "They aren't a group that goes just after anyone," he said.

"Besides, their ruthlessness is unmatched by any. If the Blind Fangs are the biggest organization, the Crows of Havoc are by far the strongest," the man remarked, his features twisted sternly.

"Indeed, they're not to be taken lightly," the commander said.

"And? What did this person do to have not the others but this organization after them?" The man asked, clearly displeased by the mission that was about to be dumped on them.

"Even he refuses to let me in on what he did wrong," the commander replied. "He claims to have done nothing to warrant their wrath. But that aside, the Rogues have never been one to be innocent in anything. They slaughter both the innocent and the guilty, wreaking chaos where they deem fit. And it's our duty to protect our people from threats like them."

"Then I suppose the reason you called us here is because this mission cannot be carried out by just any HS but high ranking ones with power enough to rival anyone from the Crows of Havoc," the female HS observed.

"Yes. Sending any HS that aren't high ranking or top-tier Awakeners is no less a suicide mission," the commander responded.

"We'll gather the best available HS immediately, and have them dispatched on this mission," the woman stated with sternness.

"Then, we shall try our best to resolve this issue as soon as possible. Thank you for confiding and trusting in us."

They both bowed politely, ready to leave.

Seiya who had come out for some fresh air, feeling a bit suffocated in the room and happened to stumble upon the commander's office—had been eavesdropping from the outside.

Seeing the HS about to exit the office, he secured back his blindfold that he had loosened in order to register the conversation, before tracing his steps back to the chambers to avoid being seen.

"Isn't this a chance to make money?" He said. "I must contact Kaeliyus right away."