Online Game: I Started with Max Charisma and Caught the Goddess's Eye

The battle between Zenobia and Luca’s group was fierce beyond description.

All around the battlefield, strange and volatile energies erupted—each one clashing violently with the others, causing the surrounding space to twist and warp even further.

Not far from the frontlines, Nova was watching the battle unfold with tense concentration.

Though she was in no condition to join the fight herself, she still believed she could help Luca and Donlow—if only she could find a weakness in Zenobia.

The chaotic energy swirling around Zenobia was shockingly powerful.

It had merged completely with the surrounding space itself, making her attacks terrifyingly unpredictable.

In less than five minutes, Luca and Donlow were clearly overwhelmed and on the defensive.

Zenobia began to relax again.

Just moments ago, she had suspected Luca might unleash another sudden burst of cosmos and catch her off guard.

But now it was clear—his earlier display had just been for show.

“In the end, victory always comes down to power,” Zenobia said coldly, as she used the chaos energy to temporarily seal both Luca and Donlow in place.

Instead of pressing the attack, she started mocking them.

“All that talk about conviction and hope… it’s meaningless. It does nothing but prolong your suffering.”

Neither Luca nor Donlow responded to her taunts.

They simply used the momentary pause to steady themselves and recover.

They both knew—they didn’t have many chances left.

Meanwhile, Nova used the opening to try contacting her subordinates through her communicator.

She believed there was a chance—just maybe—she could leverage the advanced tech of Zenith Technology Company to punch a link between the sub-world and the real world.

If she could do that, her people might be able to provide much-needed support.

Fortunately, Zenobia hadn’t noticed her actions. Her attention was completely fixated on Luca.

Everything she was doing now had one singular goal: to break him—not just physically, but emotionally.

Simply defeating Luca wasn’t enough anymore.

She wanted to destroy his resolve. To shatter his faith.

Only then would her revenge feel truly complete.

At the very same time, in a remote corner of the sub-world, Councilor Devitt—clinging to life by the thinnest thread—was still struggling.

He had been defeated once again in his earlier clash with Luca.

Had Luca not rushed off to save Donlow and Nova, Devitt would already be dead.

Now he was crawling slowly, painfully across the ground, dragging himself forward inch by inch.

Bit by bit, slivers of chaotic energy were drawn into his body—but for Councilor Devitt, it was like a drop in the ocean.

“I will not die here! I haven’t completed the mission the Empire gave me! I still have to return to the Empire… and become the Speaker of the Imperial Council!”

Devitt roared, his voice hoarse and ragged.

He had always been an intensely ambitious man.

His journey to the real world had never been for mere diplomacy—it was all about earning greater merit, climbing the ranks, and solidifying his influence in the Imperial Council.

Had he known this mission would plunge him into such a dire crisis, he would never have agreed to carry it out.

After crawling for who knew how far, Devitt suddenly sensed a force—an energy that came from another world entirely.

Amid the dense sea of chaotic power, it shone with a brilliance that was blinding.

“Help… me…”

Devitt choked out one final plea.

And then his consciousness completely slipped away.

Though he possessed chaotic energy himself, the concentration of chaos within the sub-world was simply overwhelming.

The chaos here was so dense, so suffocating, that even he could no longer harness it.

Just as his awareness faded to nothingness, a faint yet distorted voice drifted through the void.

“Luca… can you hear me?”

“Donlow, are you still alright?”

…

The garbled voices came from Drumph and his team.

They had succeeded in weakening the chaotic energy.

Now, the distance between the sub-world and the real world had grown extraordinarily thin.

And before Zenobia had time to react, the chaotic energy began a slow but irreversible decline.

Lakeside City, in the real world.

Though Drumph and his team had managed to disrupt the chaos, one final barrier still separated them from the sub-world.

A wall of pure chaos stood in their way.

Drumph was pacing back and forth, his anxiety etched deep into his features.

“Think! Somebody think! How the hell are we supposed to break through this last barrier?!”

He shouted furiously at his subordinates.

But none of them said a word.

Not one of them had an answer.

They had already exhausted every method they could think of—nothing had worked.

Whether it was deploying powerful artifacts or pooling everyone’s strength, nothing had made even a dent in the chaotic barrier.

“Boss, should we consider asking Morning Star Headquarters for assistance? Lord Logan probably wouldn’t just stand by and watch us die—after all, he’s always had high hopes for Luca.”

Fuzzsir stood up and spoke directly.

Drumph shut the idea down without hesitation.

“If we go to HQ for help, people in Zovland’s faction will find out what we’re doing. You think he won’t come here just to stir up trouble? Things are already bad enough—I don’t need them getting worse.”

No sooner had Drumph finished speaking than loud, mocking laughter echoed from the distance.

Everyone turned toward the source of the sound. Thanks to their various specialized abilities, they immediately identified who was approaching.

At the front of the group, unsurprisingly, was Zovland.

Right behind him was Evelyn, and following them were other members of the Eastern Territory’s Morning Star division.

“You’re a little late with that warning,” Zovland said smugly as he strutted up to Drumph and the others. “Turns out I figured out your little secret after all. And here I thought you guys were just lying low—who knew you’d turn Lakeside City into a total disaster zone.”

Drumph’s voice turned cold as he issued a warning.

“The mission we’re conducting right now has nothing to do with you. I’m warning you—stay out of it. If you interfere, I will make you pay.”

Zovland’s grin only widened.

“Wow, listen to you—so tough and mighty.”

He slowly walked up to the edge of the chaotic barrier.

“If you’re so powerful, why don’t you go ahead and tear down this barrier with all that righteous fury of yours?”

As he spoke, Zovland pulled out his weapon.

The mood instantly turned electric with tension.

Both the Eastern and Northern Territory Morning Star members reached for their weapons as well, everyone locked in a high-stakes standoff.

It felt like one wrong move would ignite a full-blown battle.

“Don’t think I was bluffing earlier. I meant every word I said,” Drumph stated calmly but with absolute seriousness.

Zovland was taken aback.

He had never seen that look on Drumph’s face before.

The only time Drumph had shown this level of sincerity… was when it came to Donlow.

“Well, let me remind you of something,” Zovland snapped. “Without authorization from higher command, you have no right to deploy this many Morning Star operatives here.”

But he had no intention of backing down.

“Oh yeah? So what are you gonna do about it?”

Drumph slowly lowered his weapon, voice dripping with disdain.

“If you want to go running to the higher-ups with a report, be my guest.”

“After all, snitching is pretty much the only thing you’re good at.”

Drumph’s words hit Zovland like a slap to the face.

Rage twisted across Zovland’s expression—pure, unfiltered fury.

He knew perfectly well that starting a fight here would not work in his favor.

But in the end, he just couldn’t hold back.

“Say that shit again, I dare you!”

His roar turned the already tense atmosphere into a powder keg.

“I’ll say it ten times if you want,” Drumph shot back with venom.

“You’re nothing but a snitch. That’s all you’ve ever been good at!”

The moment the words left his mouth, both men reached for their weapons.

And just like that, the line between the Eastern and Northern Territory Morning Star divisions was well and truly shattered.

A fierce battle broke out right on top of the chaotic barrier.

Though neither side targeted the barrier directly, the aftershocks of their clash rippled outward with devastating force.

Each Morning Star member wielded different skills and energy types, and the sheer diversity in techniques caused the internal flow of the chaotic energy within the barrier to become unstable.

Suddenly, a jagged crack tore open across the surface of the barrier.

In that instant, the isolated sub-world was once again reconnected with the real world.

It was pure chance—one uncanny coincidence stacked atop another.

Instead of blocking access, the infighting among the Morning Star members had ripped the barrier open.

And through that crack, waves of chaotic energy from the sub-world began to leak into reality.

The Morning Star operatives instantly noticed the shift in the energy.

They stopped fighting immediately and scattered, each retreating to a safer position to assess what was happening.

Back inside the sub-world, the weakening of the chaotic power accelerated dramatically.

Zenobia finally realized—something was wrong.

As the chaos energy diminished, the distortion of space within the sub-world began to stabilize.

The space, once merged completely with the chaos, started separating again into a more structured form.

This massively reduced Zenobia’s control over the sub-world.

In an instant, Luca and Donlow shattered the seal that had bound them.

“What’s happening?! Why is the chaotic energy collapsing all of a sudden?! What did you do?!”

Zenobia shouted, enraged and bewildered.

She had no idea what was going on.

The chaotic barrier had only developed a thin crack—its overall structure was still largely intact.

Because of this, Zenobia hadn’t noticed anything unusual happening with it at all.

Her primary suspicion fell squarely on Luca.

Luca himself was equally puzzled, but he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

With a calm smile, he said,

“I always find a way to beat you. The outcome of this fight was decided from the very beginning. No matter how much of an advantage you think you have, you were always going to lose in the end.”

His words lit a fire of fury in Zenobia.

Enraged, she launched another round of attacks on both Luca and Donlow.

But this time, her advantage wasn’t nearly as overwhelming as before.

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