Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos

Blood poured uncontrollably from the three Humanity Saviors' stump, pooling onto the ground beneath them. The pain was raw, crashing them to their knees, groaning and trying their hardest not to let out a scream that would shame them.

The severed arms flew through the air, flying straight at Denga. They stopped the moment they reached him, hanging aloft just behind him in mid-air.

The Humanity Saviors' eyes spread wide at the sight before them. Not only were they surprised, they were baffled.

"It appears weapons aren't the only things he can claim," one of the female captains there said.

"How's it now?" Denga asked, his smile ear reaching. "I think I should take a few more to make things more interesting."

As Denga extended his hands once more, attempting to claim more limbs from the Humanity Saviors, a captain desperately barked out an order.

"Close your ears and pay no heed to his commands!" He yelled, slamming both palms against his ears—a desperate attempt to block out Denga's call.

Witnessing their desperation, Denga couldn't help the thrill of excitement that coursed through him, eliciting a loud, mocking laugh from him.

"How unfortunate," he said with a glint of amusement, his fangs gleaming like polished blades. "My ability isn't so easily thwarted by such feeble resistance."

"Come," he commanded casually, his voice dripping with pride. In the distance where a female Humanity Savior stood coiled, hands covering her ears, her two legs instantly detached from her hips—collapsing her to the ground.

The pain from her limbs detaching, coupled with her landing on the hard ground with her fresh stumps, sent a jolt of pain streaming through her to the very core.

A harsh scream tore from her, grueling and aching to the Humanity Saviors, but entertaining to the Demons. The severed limbs hurtled through the air like the others—reaching Denga in no time.

"Now it seems more fair like this. Resume the fight," Denga snapped his hands together, a signal to the orcs that had remained in place for a while to resume their attacks.

Upon the village grounds where chaos had unfolded, blood stained the earth, pooling beneath the lifeless bodies of orcs strewn like discarded husks.

Not far off, the Humanity Saviors who had fallen victim to Denga's cruel ability, writhed in agony, their severed limbs a testament to the brutality they had suffered. Helpless and broken, they could do little more than groan beneath the weight of their pain.

To the Humanity Saviors, it felt as though the demons were merely playing a cruel game—dragging out their suffering for amusement. But as they beheld the agony their comrades had endured, a palpable change settled over them.

The space around them darkened, the air thickening with a rage so fierce it pulsed like a living thing. Bloodlust coiled in the silence. In that moment, clarity struck them like lightning: this was never a battle to approach lightly. From the outset, they should have fought with only one aim—to kill without hesitation.

How dare some mere demons toy with them? It was both insulting and enraging.

"Indeed, it is far more entertaining this way," said a male captain as he stepped forward, his long brown hair tied neatly, resting against the nape of his neck. "But I'm afraid we can't allow this to continue."

He glanced toward Denga, a subtle smirk curving his lips. "Your ability certainly forces one to exert more effort than usual…" he paused, eyes narrowing slightly, "but luck isn't on your side today. Because you're up against abilities that counter yours all too well."

Without another word, the captain turned, calling forth a female Humanity Savior.

"Iva," he called and the girl immediately stepped forward. With one palm pressed against her forehead, she stretched the other outward, muttering under breath. "Absolute Cancellation."

From seemingly nowhere, a gentle wind stirred, weaving its way through the village and brushing past all—human, demon, and monster alike. It whispered through the chaos, soft as a sigh, cool against the skin. Yet within that breeze carried something unnatural—something uncanny.

Like time unraveling, the wind spiraled through the village, winding around the severed limbs suspended near Denga. It touched them delicately, as though recognizing them. Then, before comprehension could catch up, the wind gathered the limbs and, with an eerie grace, returned them—reattaching each one to its rightful owner, as if undoing the violence.

The breeze coiled around the Humanity Saviors writhing in agony, lifting their broken bodies from the ground, and with an almost sacred calm, restored what had been lost.

Had it not been for the blood still staining the earth, one might have believed time itself had been reversed. But it was no such thing.

She had simply canceled Denga's attack.

While some of the Humanity Saviors handled the orcs that fired attacks, the others and the demons conversed.

Denga and his allies were surprised by what happened, wondering how the limbs he'd claimed were restored back to the owners.

"I would say this is time reverse, but the blood from the limbs on the ground clearly states otherwise," Denga said, indirectly hinting at the captain to explain what happened.

"True," the captain responded. "Her ability is akin to time reverse, but it isn't. Whatever attack that is launched in her presence, be it of any kind—she can cancel it…as long as it hasn't been over 30 minutes," he explained.

Denga hummed softly, his gaze scrutinizing the female Humanity Savior. A smile slowly curved across his face, eerie and wide.

"I've lived long enough to know such a great ability has its setbacks. C'mon, spill it!"

The commander chuckled softly, replying. "Indeed. Iva can only use this ability three times a day at her current level. It is limited," he revealed, making Denga's smile stretch wider.

"I just have to sever you all limbs from limbs repeatedly and have her exhaust her ability. Unlike hers, mine is infinite," he mocked, his confidence swelling.

"That is where you're wrong," the commander smiled. "If you remember, I told you you're unlucky having us as your matchup."

The captain raised his hand, picking out a tiny knife tucked in his hair. Without delay, he slit his palm, angling it downward so the blood could drop to the ground in front of him.

Squeezing his palm to get more blood out, the captain whispered calmly. "Immutable Nullification."

A single drop of blood fell to the earth, creating a ripple as though it had splashed into the calmest of oceans, as if the ground itself were not solid, but liquid. The moment it touched the ground, it spread outward in all directions, like a stream unfurling at the speed of light.

The crimson tendril slithered toward the feet of every person present, leaving the monsters and the two other demons untouched. When it reached them, it coiled around their ankles, binding them in its relentless grip.

Only then did the blood separate from the initial drop the captain had released, the strands unraveling from the center of its origin.

With a smile, the commander tilted his gaze upward, pride evident in his expression. "Shall we now begin the fight?" he asked, confidence brimming in his voice, certain that victory now lay within their grasps.