Journey to Planar World

In the damp, cold depths of Knossos, a secret chamber shook violently—not from an earthquake, but from an explosive rage.

*CRASH!* *BANG!*

A handsome man with shoulder-length blonde hair and emerald-green eyes, which usually radiated a false sense of calm, now looked like a frenzied demon. Dressed in his luxurious purple suit, he hurled a ceramic vase against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces. His breath came in ragged gasps, his handsome face flushed crimson with uncontrollable fury.

”Trash! Absolute, useless trash!” he screamed while kicking a wooden table until it flipped over. ”How is this possible?! With a force composition like that, they should have been able to level an A-Rank Familia in an instant! But what happened? Defeating one person... defeating a single rat like Solo Leveling, and they failed completely! Instead, they were all slaughtered like livestock!”

He clutched his blonde hair in frustration.

He was Enyo, the mastermind who had woven the web of conspiracy to bring down Charlie Avalon.

His anger was well-founded; in a single day, he had not only lost dozens of precious pawns and high-level Creatures, but his persona as a kind-hearted god was now shattered beyond repair.

His identity as the brain behind this attack could no longer be hidden. Filvis Challia, whom he had manipulated into posing as Banshee, was dead.

Since Filvis was known as the sole survivor and captain of the Dionysus Familia, it would not take long for people to connect the dots.

Dionysus knew Orario was no longer a safe place for him, which was why he had chosen to flee to Knossos.

”You think you’ve won, Charlie Avalon?” Dionysus muttered in a low, trembling voice, his gaze hollow yet filled with venom.

He stood tall amidst the items he had destroyed himself, a wicked smirk slowly creeping onto his face.

”This isn’t over... I swear this has only just begun! I will repay this insult with a thousandfold the pain!”

”You are strong, indeed. But no matter how strong you are, you remain a disgusting human because you possess a ’heart’.”

Dionysus let out a small chuckle, a dry and sickly sound.

”You have weaknesses that are so easy to exploit. That girl from the Astraea Familia... or perhaps that lowly flower girl named Anna?”

”As long as you do not discard your humanity, they are all leashes I can pull at any time to strangle you. The people around you are shackles that will drag you to your ruin.”

Dionysus took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

Despite being filled with rage, he was a master manipulator who knew when to retreat. He would not act rashly now. He would huddle in Knossos, becoming a snake waiting for its prey to grow careless. He would wait for the moment when Charlie felt the situation was safe again, the moment when his vigilance was at its lowest.

”Enjoy your brief victory, o hero.” Dionysus said while staring at his own reflection in a shard of glass.

”I will look forward to the moment when the light in your eyes goes out... the moment when you see the people you love destroyed before your very eyes.”

”I want to see you fall into the thickest darkness, crawling in despair, and begging me for death. When that time comes, I will be there to grant you the most tragic end.”

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That day became one of the most exhausting days in Charlie’s life. Not long after breathing fresh air upon waking from his long coma, he already had to face a band of assassins who wanted his life.

As if that weren’t enough, after the dust of battle settled, he had to spend hours at the Guild for tedious bureaucracy, explaining the chronology of events in detail and drafting official reports.

Based on a swift investigation, the Guild decided that the incident was purely a legitimate act of self-defense. Charlie had not initiated the provocation, and the target of the attack was indeed directed at him, so he was cleared of all fine demands for the resulting damage.

However, that freedom did not come without consequences. Charlie still received a stern reprimand from the Guild higher-ups. After all, the demonstration of his power—which looked capable of erasing all of Orario in an instant—had left deep psychological scars in the minds of the masses.

The impact was very real for the civilians. Reports of mild mental distress and panic attacks spiked sharply following the incident.

For them, knowing that someone with city-level destructive power lived in their midst was a horror in itself. Charlie’s existence was now likened to a ”Sword of Damocles” hanging thinly over their heads; a threat that could fall at any moment without warning.

Now, the alias Solo Leveling, which had faded from public conversation during his two-week recovery period, echoed louder than ever before. The name was no longer just pub-talk gossip, but a subject spoken of with tones of both reverence and fear in every corner of Orario.

There was almost no place in the city that was not talking about the fight. The gods were the most vocal party; those who had witnessed it firsthand began to boast and show off every detail of the scene to other gods who were not present. This created a wave of regret for the gods who had missed the most spectacular moment of ”entertainment.”

Conversely, for the adventurers and common folk who were at the location, the memory of the purple and white light swallowing the sky turned into a trauma that would haunt their nightmares for a long time.

In the collective mind of Orario society, the status of the power hierarchy had now unofficially shifted. Charlie began to be regarded as the strongest adventurer, surpassing Ottar’s position.

Even though Ottar was administratively a Level 7 and the ”Ultimate Weapon of Orario.” he very rarely appeared in public, let alone showed his full power openly.

What did it matter if Ottar was Level 7?

Was he capable of destroying the entire city in a single strike?

The answer pointed back to the sight they had just seen. Consequently, the majority of people now believed that Charlie was much stronger than Ottar, even though technically he was still in the realm of Level 6.

In this world full of miracles, the concept of a talented individual capable of exceeding level limits and fighting across realms was not unprecedented.

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Night eventually fell, shrouding Orario with the remnants of tension still palpable in the air.

Because the Empyrean Citadel had suffered structural damage in various areas due to the battle, Charlie decided to move the girls temporarily to the most luxurious inn in the city. He had hired the services of the best builders to begin repairs on his house tomorrow morning.

Since he did not have acquaintances close enough to house such a large group, Charlie rented high-class rooms for each of the girls.

The atmosphere in the dining room of the luxury inn was a stark contrast to the usual. Although other tables were full of guests, the usually boisterous conversations had turned into low whispers.

The atmosphere felt heavy and full of hesitation, with eyes occasionally glancing in fear and awe toward one specific table in the corner of the room.

That table was occupied by Charlie and his entourage.

”Absolute bastards! How dare they attack while Charlie-san was helpless!”

Kei slammed the table with her fist, her eyes burning with rage.

She had only just come out of the Dungeon and set foot on the surface when her ears were immediately filled with rumors about the attack on the Empyrean Citadel. However, by the time she arrived at the scene panting for breath, it was all over.

”If only I had been there sooner, I swear I would have cursed them before Charlie-san even needed to lift a sword! Attacking someone in a coma... That’s no longer a cowardly act, it is an insult to dignity!” Kei grumbled, her voice trembling with emotion.

Astraea, who was sitting across from her, reached out and touched Kei’s arm gently to calm her.

”Calm down, Kei. The most important thing now is the final result. Charlie has woken up from his coma, and that is the greatest miracle for us.” Astraea said with a soothing, gentle smile, though her eyes dimmed slightly as she continued.

”However, I agree with you... the reality that Dionysus is the mastermind behind all this is truly shaking.”

”I never expected him to hide such a dark side behind his friendliness. Unlike the Evil Gods who openly show their foul nature, Dionysus plants thorns in the flesh while smiling. That is far more terrifying.”

In the midst of that serious conversation, Charlie—who was the center of attention—could only sit helplessly in his position. He sat in the middle, flanked by his two spirit girls. On his right was Aishia, and on his left was Est, clinging to him like a shadow.

”A-Aishia, I can eat by myself. My hands aren’t injured.”

Charlie tried to hold back Aishia’s hand as she offered a spoonful of food to his mouth.

Aishia did not budge at all. Her gaze was firm yet full of affection, as if she would not allow Charlie to expend even the slightest bit of energy after today’s events.

”Charlie has only just woken up from death. Your body needs intake without the hassle of moving. Please, open your mouth.”

Because Aishia insisted with an expression that accepted no argument, Charlie finally gave in. He opened his mouth and accepted the spoonful under the envious and awestruck gazes of the inn’s patrons, who felt it strange to see the ”monster” who had almost destroyed the city that afternoon now being treated like a baby by the beautiful girl beside him.

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