The collision of two Level 7s ended with a final, earth-shattering explosion. In the quiet night of Orario, the sound was like a hammer blow to the heart of every citizen.
People woke up in a panic, peering toward Daedalus Street where the lingering glow of red and gold magic still painted the sky. Sleep was forgotten. Across the city, thousands realized something historic had happened and jumped out of bed.
The dust settled with Ottar buried in the rubble. Allen, Hogni, and the others stood frozen, not even moving to dig Ottar out. For two years, Ottar's invincibility had been an absolute truth. On the surface, the "King" was peerless. Yet today, he had been defeated cleanly.
The stranger had even given him time to prepare his best move, and Ottar still lost. The Freya Familia felt as if the sky was falling.
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"Forget the big guy; he won't die," Hedin snapped, his voice cold as he broke the silence. "Everyone! Find that man, now!"
His voice galvanized them. They realized the stranger had just traded a massive blow with Ottar; he had to be exhausted or wounded. If they didn't kill him now, they were in deep trouble. Letting a Level 7 enemy escape was a nightmare they didn't want to live through. They searched every corner, literally turning over stones.
"Hah!"
With a low roar, Ottar stood up from the ruins, tossing aside a massive boulder. His body was covered in deep gashes, dripping with blood. Even when he soloed the Floor Boss of the 37th floor, Udaeus, he hadn't been this badly hurt.
"You stupid pig! What were you doing?!" Allen screamed, driven by his own frustration.
Ottar didn't get angry. He saved his emotions for his Goddess and worthy foes. "His stats... were above mine," he said simply.
The area fell silent. Even Allen's mouth hung open, unable to make a sound. When the first light of dawn hit the ground, it signaled the total failure of the Freya Familia's night operation. They had searched for kilometers but found no trace of the "Berserker." He had vanished into thin air.
Soon, they had bigger problems. Guild officials, Gods, and hordes of adventurers swarmed the area. Looking at the devastation of Daedalus Street—shattered buildings, cratered roads—everyone felt their skin crawl. It looked like a localized war had taken place.
"What happened here?!" Guild staff screamed in despair.
The Gods, however, were on fire with gossip. They pestered the Freya Familia for answers. There was no hiding it anymore; too many people had seen the unique magic and the Level 7 clash. Ottar himself accepted the defeat. Having lived through the era of the Zeus and Hera Familias, he knew that "Strongest" was a title easily lost.
The Freya Familia was in a nightmare. They had lost over thirty members—some killed by the Berserker, others obliterated by the final mana storm. To lose thirty high-level adventurers would force any other Familia to disband. Even for Freya, it was a staggering blow.
The news spread like wildfire. "A mystery Level 7 appeared on Daedalus Street, wiped out a squad, beat three executives, and defeated King Ottar!"
The myth was broken. The strongest had fallen.
Every corner of Orario was talking about the unknown Level 7 who suppressed the strongest Familia alone. The Gods went into a frenzy—if they could scout this man, their Familia would instantly become the new peak of Orario.