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Chapter 36 - Debut of the First Weapon: Staff of Chaos

An hour after Seiya had departed on his mission.

A boy is seen strolling down the dimly lit corridors toward Mr. Sanio's office. His dark gray hair swayed lightly with each step. Upon reaching the door, he knocked, waited for permission to enter, and then stepped inside.

"So, why did you want to see me?" Mr. Sanio asked, his hands clasped under his chin, his eyes sharp and calculating as they bore into the boy.

The boy tilted his head slightly, a sly grin creeping across his face. "I'm saying, yeah? Let us have Seiya for a little fun," he proposed, his tone mockingly casual, with an unsettlingly eager expression.

 

Mr. Sanio sat in silence for a moment, his stoic demeanor unbroken. Finally, he spoke. "I refuse."

The boy's face contorted with rage, his brows furrowed, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "Hah?! What's the reason? Why not give us this 'valuable product' for just one night of fun?"

"Valuable or not, we're all just rats here for the same purpose," the boy sneered, stepping closer to Mr. Sanio. "Or are you giving him special treatment because he's your son?" His voice dripped with resentment as his face leaned in close, his wide eyes gleaming with menace.

A tense silence filled the room as both men stared each other down.

"As if!" Mr. Sanio finally broke the quiet, rising to his feet. After a moment of thought, he relented. "Fine. Just for tonight, you may have him."

He turned to retrieve his coat, slipping it on as he headed for the door. "I'll be out tonight. Don't make too much of a mess," he warned, his piercing gaze locking with the boy's for one final moment.

"Roger that!" the boy replied, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he watched Mr. Sanio leave.

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Present

Seiya was led through the stark, sterile hallways into a small lab where another boy was already waiting for him—a boy with dark gray hair and an air of hostility. As soon as Seiya entered, the boy launched himself forward, delivering a heavy punch to Seiya's stomach. Though the blow made him recoil, Seiya's expression remained unreadable.

"Don't take it personal," the boy sneered with a grin. "I've just always wanted to do that."

Seiya's reputation preceded him. Though he endured the most brutal experiments and missions, his accomplishments inspired resentment among those around him. Many harbored jealousy, hatred, and malice toward the so-called "special product" of the facility.

"I've always wondered what's so amazing about you," the gray-haired boy spat, his grin turning into a sneer. "You're treated like you're special, given elite instructors under the guise of 'mistreatment.' Tonight, we'll see what makes you so important."

With a nod from the gray-haired boy, the two boys escorting Seiya shoved him onto a cold metal table. Seiya remained silent, making no effort to resist as they restrained him.

"You always pretend to have it the worst, don't you?" the boy continued, his voice dripping with contempt. "You act like you're the only one who suffers here. Tonight, I'll make you experience something truly unique."

Seiya's heart constricted within, unable to rid himself of the feeling that he's being put in imminent danger.

"Restrain him" The gray-haired boy ordered. One of the boys extended his hands, unleashing his awakened ability and Seiya's body stiffened unnaturally, his limbs bound by an invisible force.

"This guy here has a restraining ability," the gray-haired boy whispered into Seiya's ear with a twisted smile. "And you… You don't even have an awakened ability. Yet they all revere you. Pathetic."

He gestured to the other boy, who approached with a black cloth. "Gag him. I don't want to hear his filthy screams."

The cloth was tied tightly around Seiya's mouth, covering him from nose to chin. "And this one," the boy added, "can bind and encase anything. You can't even scream now. But don't worry—you can still breathe."

After securing Seiya, the gray-haired boy sauntered over to a nearby table laden with lab equipment. Among the clutter, two small glass jugs of water. A wicked grin spread across his face as he placed his hand over the jugs.

The water began to boil, steam rising steadily as he increased its temperature with his ability. Once satisfied, he grabbed both jugs and returned to the restrained Seiya.

"I have two abilities," he boasted, his tone dripping with pride. "One to manipulate temperature. The other? You'll experience that firsthand."

With a snap of his fingers, Seiya's eyes froze wide open, unable to close or move.

"I just locked your eyes in place," the boy said gleefully. "Now, you can't even blink."

Leaning closer, his voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "I've always wondered… What kind of pain would someone feel if their eyes were boiled alive?"

Seiya's heart raced in terror, his entire body screaming in protest. His pupils darted frantically, pleading.

The gray haired boy handed one jug to the boy beside Seiya, the one who had put a black cloth over his mouth. They both raised the jugs, positioning them above Seiya's eyes. In perfect unison, they poured the scalding water down.

A guttural, inhuman scream erupted from Seiya, tearing through the air. The force of his anguish blasted the two boys backward, throwing them into the walls. The boy restraining Seiya was sent flying, his ability shattered.

Seiya broke free, thrashing wildly as waves of unbearable pain coursed through him. His hands seized stiffly over his face, aching to claw at his face but daring not to. He slammed into walls, and writhed on the floor, the burn was exacerbating. 

It was like they had said, a unique type of pain. One he'd never experienced from his long years of torture—too fierce and intense. 

Seiya bled from his mouth from chewing his inside trying to get free from the black cloth binding his mouth. He crashed on the floor, rolling, and thrashing in painful screams.

The boys, thrown by the backlash of their abilities being forcefully broken, rose from the wreckage, their bodies bearing the bruises of their violent collision with the lab equipment.

"What the hell just happened? How did he break free from our Abilities?" the gray-haired boy muttered, his face pale.

Before they could react further, something hurtled through the soundproof glass door with terrifying force, shattering it into shards as it barreled through at a blinding speed. A sleek stainless steel staff with a chain attached to one end flew into the room, whipping through the air with intense ferocity.

With a sickening impact, it struck one of the boys' heads, decapitating him instantly.

The remaining two froze, their eyes wide with horror as the severed head of their companion rolled across the floor.