My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 258: Battle Arena II

Even the lead officer's eyes widened. "This level of soul resonance... Tier IV? No... that's approaching the threshold of Tier V."

Leon smirked at their reactions.

After a few tense minutes, the scans concluded with a chiming tone. The lead officer stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Confirmation complete. My apologies for the inconvenience, Leon. Welcome to the true floors of the Tower."

Leon's expression didn't shift much, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "So... what's the real reason for all this?"

The lead officer glanced at the guards, then gestured for Leon and his group to follow. "Come. There are things you deserve to know now. Things only revealed past the 100th floor—to elite ascenders only."

Without another word, the group—Leon, Roselia, Roman, Milim, Naval, and Liliana—was led through a private side hallway into a quiet briefing room. It was a circular space, lined with faint glowing runes on the walls. Magic projectors hovered near the ceiling, and a faint blue ambient light kept the room dim and focused.

They sat down on cushions surrounding a floating sphere of condensed memory crystal, gently pulsing with stored knowledge. The lead officer sat across from them, placing several artifacts and a crystal-tome on the table in front of him.

He leaned forward slightly, steepling his fingers. "Let me ask you something—why do you think the Tower exists?"

The group fell silent, their expressions thoughtful. Even Milim, usually energetic, sat still with her chin resting on her palm. Roselia broke the silence first, her tone curious.

"Isn't it... a divine test? A path for growth?"

Leon's gaze sharpened. "Or maybe just a power structure. A way to control those strong enough to matter."

The officer gave a small nod. "All reasonable guesses. But they are only parts of a much bigger picture."

He tapped the memory sphere. It shimmered, casting a holographic display in the air—vast starfields, shifting cosmic curtains, and what looked like entire universes colliding.

"There is a reason the Tower exists. A very specific one."

He turned toward Leon, voice calm and serious.

"The Tower of Ascension was created to forge champions. Not for our world alone—but to fight invaders from beyond the sky, from realms beyond the veil of our cosmos."

The group went still.

Liliana blinked. "...You mean from other worlds?"

"Not just worlds," the officer replied. "Entire other universes. Other 'cosmos'. Some similar to ours, some wildly alien. And just beyond the boundary of reality—what we call the Cosmic Curtain—there are entities and forces constantly seeking entry. Not all of them are sentient. Not all of them are evil. But some... absolutely are."

He waved his hand, and the projection shifted—showing monstrous, incomprehensible forms slithering through dark space, devouring stars, rupturing dimensions.

"The Tower," he continued, "was designed as a divine construct. To train, empower, and select those capable of becoming shields for their world. For our cosmos. In ancient times, champions from our Tower stood at the borders of reality, holding the line."

"Then what happened?" Roselia asked.

The officer's tone darkened.

"The 12th Tower Era. A man rose to power—one of the most gifted champions ever born. But... his family was taken hostage by forces he could not fight directly. In desperation, he betrayed the foundation of the Tower. Not out of greed, but love. Sacrificing the protection of the greater cosmos to save a few."

Roman clenched a fist. "And the cost?"

"The Curtain thinned. Enemies began to slip through. Our cosmos became... infected. Invasions became more frequent, subtle. Not through war—but through influence, corruption, and possession."

"And the Tower?" Leon asked.

The officer gave a slow nod. "It still functions—but not as well. The Ascenders of this age are strong... but unfocused. The Tower lost its purpose in the minds of most. Now, many seek power only for themselves. But the danger still grows."

He looked Leon directly in the eyes.

"That's why the Twin Sacred Swords exist. We are one of the secret orders, formed after that betrayal, to ensure the next wave of champions aren't misled. To find, guide—and if necessary, correct—those who rise beyond Tier V."

He paused, voice quiet but sharp.

"And Leon… our eyes have been on you for a while. You're more than just another climber. You're someone who might tip the balance again—for better… or for worse."

"So, the Twin Sacred Swords organization actually works with the Tower Association, huh? No wonder you guys care about me being powerful," Leon said, folding his arms. "You even know about my identity as Fang."

The lead officer nodded with a faint smile. "Yes. And because of that, we would like to formally invite you to join us—to stand against the invaders threatening our cosmos."

Leon was silent for a moment, thoughtful.

"Is there a specific role or task you want me to take on?" he asked, his voice calm but sharp with intent.

The officer gave a faint, knowing smile as he nodded, his fingers tapping once on the memory crystal at the center of the room. The shimmering projections shifted again—now showing a blackened void between stars, where massive shadowed entities moved in unnatural, jagged patterns. Entire fleets of corrupted vessels, twisted lifeforms, and ancient horrors drifted behind the veil.

"Yes, there is," he replied. "And it's not just any task. It's a title… one passed down only three times since the Tower was created."

He leaned forward, his voice heavy with weight.

"Voidbreaker."

The name echoed in the chamber like a cold breeze.

"Voidbreaker?" Roselia repeated under her breath.

The officer nodded slowly. "A Voidbreaker is not just a warrior. They're an anchor—a force so strong that even the invaders pause. You wouldn't simply be part of the Twin Sacred Swords, Leon. You would lead the charge against breaches when they manifest. You'd hold the frontline of the cosmos itself."

Leon didn't flinch, but his gaze deepened, thoughtful. "That's not a small thing to ask."

"We know," the officer said plainly. "We also know who you are—Fang. The Hidden Claw. The silent apex no one sees coming. Your records were sealed at the highest level. Not even most of the Tower Association knows your face, but we do. And we didn't choose you out of desperation—we chose you because you might be the only one who can win."

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