Solo Leveling: Banishment of the Anomaly

The Overseer of All Creation scoffed, crossing his arms as he continued, "If not for the fact that this kid is severed from fate and beyond my direct control, I wouldn't have even recognized him as the Fateless from afar."

"But… when exactly did he use his power? My persona only detected him just earlier."

The Overseer narrowed his eyes, continuing his observation as he witnessed it...

Something was wrong—no, something impossible was happening.

Thin, invisible thread of fates, once bound to fiction, were slowly detaching, shifting, and transferring before the Overseer's eyes.

For the first time in eons of killing the Fateless, a genuine expression of shock flickered across the Overseer's luminous face.

"What in the world is happening…?"

Like strands of golden silk, they unraveled from their original weave, flickering with an ethereal glow as they shifted glitchingly, carrying the memories and destined fate of a character who was NEVER MEANT to exist.

They began converging toward Jake as he simply muttered, "Sigh… if only I were Lee Joo-Hee, I would've done something to claim my rightful place beside Jin-Woo."

"I wouldn't have just accepted being abandoned as some irrelevant side character after everything I did..."

And in that moment...

The process accelerated as the Usurpation of Fate and Destiny, the original ability of the Fateless, activated frantically without Jake's knowledge.

The Overseer's eyes widened as the fictional fate threads of Lee Joo-Hee's fate fully detached from their original timeline—no longer bound to the story as written.

"This... This should be impossible. The Fateless should only be able to absorb one's fate by killing them, growing even more undetectable to the world and beyond my jurisdiction..."

And in that moment, Jake's very existence, his blank canvas of fate, began to absorb them.

It was an irrevocable transfer.

A rewriting of existence—an act forbidden since the very moment the foundation of this world was laid by the Almighty Father.

The Overseer, the Earthen Balancer of Reality, stood frozen in horrified realization as he spoke, "I must… I must kill him again."

His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of absolute resolve.

His celestial hands clenched into fists as his very being trembled—not in fear, but in the kind of dread that only an unchallenged divine being could feel when faced with an anomaly beyond comprehension.

"To think he could now steal the fate and destiny of one who belongs to fiction… An irregular authority that even I, the True Son of God, don't possess."

"Now, die."

The Overseer gazed coldly at Jake, who lay helpless in his bed.

A swirl of cosmic radiance gathered in his grasp, condensing into a scythe—a weapon forged from the very fabric of the stars and celestial bodies.

It was a scythe that could sever anything in existence, an instrument of absolute finality.

Yet, as he stood over the sleeping mortal, ready to strike, he hesitated.

Not because of doubt.

Not because of mercy.

But because of experience.

In the entire 2,003 subjugations of the Fateless, the Overseer had long since learned the truth—this entity could never be truly destroyed.

No matter how many times he cut it down, no matter how many lifetimes it endured, the Fateless always returned, its soul impossibly resilient, forever slipping beyond his grasp.

And so, with a sigh of resignation, he muttered, "See you in your next life, anomaly."

The scythe fell.

The very air shattered, space fracturing like fragile glass as the weapon's descent threatened to erase Jake Garcia from existence.

But then, the Overseer stopped as he heard his whisper.

A soft, unassuming, and barely audible murmur escaped Jake's lips, freezing the Overseer in place.

"The story is good overall… But how wasteful… tsk. If only I, too, were born in a magical world…"

The Overseer's hand stopped, the scythe hovering mere inches from Jake's skull, ready to squash his head ruthlessly.

The sheer force of his halted attack left the surrounding space cracked, time itself trembling under the weight of his power.

But the Overseer wasn't focused on that.

Instead, a slow, calculated smile spread across his face as a dangerous idea took root, "That's right! If I can't kill him permanently, I can simply banish him from this world!"

"If this were before, I wouldn't have been able to do this… But this relentless anomaly has absorbed that unfortunate character's threads of fate."

The Overseer finally had a solution thanks to this once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.

"With it, I can forcefully cast him into the world where that character belongs."

A slow, deliberate smirk formed on his lips as he tilted his head, mocking amusement lacing his words.

"You want to experience her life, do you?" he mused, his voice dripping with mocking malice. "Very well. I'll grant your foolish wish."

A low chuckle echoed in the room.

"I should thank you, Fateless, for giving me such an idea… and for so foolishly absorbing that little girl's fate."

His scythe, once an instrument of destruction, became a tool of harvest.

A blinding radiance of creation and vitality engulfed the room, golden threads of fate intertwining and unraveling in an intricate dance.

With absolute precision, the Overseer reached into the very essence of reality itself, carefully extracting the soul of the Incarnation—separating it from the vessel that once held it.

For all his hatred of the Fateless from its past Incarnations, the Overseer would not waste such a golden opportunity.

The light grew stronger, consuming the very fabric of reality itself, as the Overseer lowered his weapon, turning away from the now soulless body of Jake Garcia.

His work was done.

Letting out a hum of victorious melody, he vanished, returning to the Core of the Earth, where the untouched Garden of Eden resides—a place where no human had ever set foot again.

With a slow, deliberate motion, the Overseer pushed open the forbidden room, the door groaning as if resisting his will.

The golden symbols of creation and destruction, of angels and demons, shimmered ominously, their carved forms writhing as if displeased by what was about to transpire.

He stepped forward, the weight of eternity pressing upon him, yet for the first time in a long while, a smile tugged at his lips.

"With this… I'll forget our animosity, little guy. For you will never return to this world. Ever!"

He let out a sigh of satisfaction, the thought of banishing the Fateless filling him with an unprecedented sense of relief.

"And with you gone, I can finally live a life of leisure once more!"

Raising his hand, the Overseer reached into the very fabric of existence, drawing upon the abundant faith energy sealed within the room.

The air trembled, swirling currents of golden light coalescing at his fingertips.

The energy morphed, condensed, and crystallized, forming the shape of a single Genesis Candle.

A candle of pure essence—of beginning itself.

With great care, he infused the candle with a mere sliver of the Fateless' soul, allowing it to serve as a tether—an anchor that would guide the entirety of Jake's soul into the Outerversal Realm of Novels and Nigh-Creation.

A single, unbreakable thread formed in an instant.

It extended into the endless beyond, threading Jake's soul toward a place where pure imagination and fictional realities of human creations resided.

A realm forged from the very faith energy that humans unknowingly offered as they revered and immersed themselves in their stories, legends, and myths.

The process was slow yet painstaking.

But for the Overseer, this was a moment worth savoring.

He had endured lifetimes of this relentless anomaly, its existence wreaking havoc upon the delicate balance of the real world.

Each time, the Overseer was forced to reset the timeline, to erase every trace of power the Fateless had spread.

He had to scrub the world clean in every 100 years—ensure that Earth remained forever separated from the realms of magic, power, and interdimensional forces.

It was a task that had bound him for countless eons.

And now?

This was his celebration.

As the last strands of Jake's soul were pulled into the Worldview of Solo Leveling, the Overseer let out a breath of genuine relief, stretching his arms with a smirk.

"Goodbye… and if you happen to meet some of my disciples over there… well, good luck surviving."

And with that, a shimmering golden flame flickered to life in the candle, marking the completion of a successful transmigration.