My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 315: Tier VII - III

The stone chamber stood silent, circular and vast, carved from obsidian marbled with gold veins. Floating above the dais at its center was the Guardian: a humanoid being clad in mirrored plate, its face a smooth glass pane reflecting infinite versions of Leon. It bore no name—only a title inscribed in light.

"The Sovereign Mirror."

Leon stepped forward alone. No allies. No summons. The air here was thick with sovereign pressure—denser than gravity, richer than mana.

One-on-one… this is a test of dominance.

He rolled his shoulders. His body, layered in reinforced Shell Pulse mesh, crackled slightly. The veins on his forearms pulsed with Body Force. No magic. No external tricks.

"Let's test who really stands at the peak."

The Mirror raised its arm, and the duel began.

They clashed like thunder made flesh. The Mirror's strikes were clean—each motion perfect, forged from the echoes of all who had challenged it before.

Leon ducked under a side-kick and slammed his elbow into its ribs, triggering Shell Reverb.

A blast of stored kinetic energy rippled out from the impact—sending the Mirror stumbling back a step.

[Shell Reverb — 52% Efficiency: Force Displacement Activated.]

Leon didn't let up. His Body Force surged. He twisted his stance mid-air, launching a rising knee into its jaw.

Crack!

The Mirror's head snapped back. It twisted, rebalanced instantly, and punched.

Leon blocked with both arms.

CRACK.

Even with reinforced bones and pulsing muscle threads, the strike sent him skidding back, boots grinding sparks into the floor.

"Damn…" he hissed, blood seeping from his nose. "It adapts too fast."

They collided again. Faster. Harder.

Leon dodged a mirrored suplex, rolled through, and countered with a Shell Reverb Pivot Slam. But the Mirror caught his wrist mid-spin and flipped him over.

He crashed hard.

His vision blurred. His left shoulder had dislocated. The Mirror didn't give him time—it pounced, drove a mirrored knee into Leon's gut.

Blood sprayed from his mouth.

"You're not just my reflection," Leon muttered, gritting his teeth as he forced his shoulder back into place, "You're a perfect combat archive…"

But he wasn't done.

He roared.

Shell Pulse — Echo Burst.

Shockwaves rolled out. The floor cratered beneath him. The Mirror slid back several meters, its armor slightly cracked.

Leon surged again, this time chaining Body Force with Shell Reverb, striking with impossible angles and rhythms. He landed five, six, seven hits—

And then—

The Mirror adapted again. It matched his rhythm and—

SLAM.

Leon was hurled into the wall. His ribs shattered. His breathing became wet.

…I can't win with just this.

Blood pooled beneath him. His body trembled. The Shell Reverb had reached its max efficiency—but it wasn't enough.

He stared up at the Mirror, which slowly advanced, each step echoing through the crumbled arena.

"Well, I guess that's the limit of my current Body Force," Leon muttered as he pushed himself up, wiping blood from his mouth. His staff shimmered into his hand with a flash of light.

"Time for Stage Two, bitch," he growled.

Around him, reality buckled.

Crimson sparks of Destruction, streaks of shimmering Aether, and radiant swirls of Gold Magic burst to life in his aura. But now, something darker joined them. A sickly violet-black mist curled from his shadow, and his pupils sharpened into obsidian slits.

The Abyssal Mana Leech King's pact—still alive within his veins—granted him dominion over Abyss Magic.

"Now this is my true power," Leon said, his voice resonating with layered tones.

He vanished.

The Mirror raised its defenses too late.

Leon reappeared in front of it and slammed his staff down, embedding it into the floor.

"Destiny Spear Array."

From the staff's core, six golden spears formed in an instant and hurled outward, guided by will alone. The Mirror dodged the first three, shattered the fourth—but the last two pierced its mirrored legs, pinning it down.

Leon didn't wait.

He raised a single finger, and abyssal chains burst from the ground.

"Abyss Grasp."

The chains lashed the Mirror's limbs, corrupting its reflections. Its movements slowed—its perfection now tainted.

With a roar, Leon charged in, cloaked in Destruction-flames. His fist collided with the Mirror's chest—

Boom!

The shockwave from the strike inverted gravity within the room for a moment. The Mirror screamed—its first sound ever—and retaliated with a sweeping strike that carved a crater into the floor.

Leon flipped back, landing with a skidding thud, grinning through the bleeding lip.

"You bleed now," he said. "Means you can die."

The Mirror surged, launching dozens of reflective duplicates—each wielding phantom weapons made of condensed light.

Leon took a breath and whispered:

"Golden Sovereign: World Banish."

A wave of radiant gold surged from his body, erasing the phantom copies like mist before dawn.

He stepped through the last ripple, golden eyes gleaming.

"Your reflection ends here."

Raising his staff with one hand and charging Destruction through the other, he combined his cores into a single spell—Aether lining the path, Gold locking the fate, and Destruction tearing open the way.

"Heavenfall Descent."

The sky cracked above the chamber as a radiant, jagged beam of obliterating energy fell.

The Mirror, bound and slowed, screamed silently as the blast hit—stripping it of shape, will, and form.

When the smoke cleared, only shattered mirrored glass and flickering runes remained.

Leon stood alone, his body steaming, shoulders heaving with effort.

[You have defeated the Sovereign Mirror.]

[Core Mastery has ascended.]

[Level Up: 599 → 600.]

[You have reached the Threshold.]

[Please Ascend to the next Tier to continue leveling.]

[Until Ascension is completed, all EXP gained will be stored and automatically applied afterward.]

Leon slowly stood, steam curling off his shoulders, his breath ragged but steady. His body was battered, but within his chest, something felt… lighter. Sharper. Like the tangled wires of power within him had realigned into harmony.

"Tier VII…" he muttered.

He clenched his fist and felt his energy pushing against invisible walls—walls that would only break with the rite of Ascension. And with that break, a whole new realm of growth would be his.

Leon took out a health potion and downed it in one breath, wincing slightly as the bitter taste bit at his tongue. The moment the liquid settled in his stomach, he could feel his muscles stitching themselves back together, the worst of his internal bleeding slowly ebbing away.

He stepped out of the now-finished dungeon, the stone gate behind him dissolving into mist, signifying it was sealed again and would remain dormant until the next challenger arrived.

Roman gave him a short nod, his arms crossed. "You're at the limit now. One more step and you're Tier VIII."

Roselia smirked and knelt beside him. "Then just ascend already, dummy. You're right at the edge."

Leon exhaled slowly and nodded. "Yeah... but I need a break. My body's still pretty wrecked. And my mana reserves are barely above ruin."

The others exchanged glances, then all rolled their eyes at once.

"Who told you to clear a Tier X-class dungeon when you're not even Tier VIII yet?" Liliana asked flatly.

Leon simply chuckled and laid down on the grass, resting his head in Roselia's lap as she gently brushed sweat-damp hair from his brow. "Well, I'm me," he said with a crooked grin. "And I want to be stronger—strong enough to never be left behind. That's why I pushed it."

Roselia looked down at him, a blend of exasperation and affection in her eyes. "You idiot."

Milim laughed. "He's our idiot, though."

Naval folded her arms. "Fine. But rest now. If you try to ascend in that condition, you'll explode from within."

Leon raised a hand lazily, giving them a thumbs-up. "Yeah, yeah… wake me up when the world needs saving again."

*****

Leon sat cross-legged atop the high cliff where the dungeon's exit overlooked the glowing Spiral Rift below. The wind tugged at his clothes, carrying the scent of ozone and ancient stone. His team stood nearby, silent as he closed his eyes.

He had recovered fully and is ready to Ascend now.

He exhaled slowly. Then he spoke the ancient word etched into the depths of his soul since his Tier VII awakening.

"Ascend."

The world responded.

A silent quake rippled through reality. The sky above fractured—not physically, but spiritually. Gold lines cracked through the firmament, and mana surged inwards like a tide.

A beam of pure Ascension Light erupted from the cliff, engulfing Leon. The ground beneath him etched itself with spiraling runes, binding him in place as his body was disassembled—not in flesh, but in concept.

[Initiating Tier VIII Ascension.]

[Processing Path: Three Paths Detected — Paradox Mage, World-Destroying Berserker, and VoidBreaker (Unique Tier).]

[All attributes are being recalibrated.]

[Based on Ascender Potential Ranking, all stats are increased by ten times.]

[Potential Rank demoted to SSS Rank from EX Rank.]

[Ascender can once again challenge the Trial to regain EX Rank.]

[Passive Skills Upgrading...]

[Rebuilding Combat Framework...]

[Active Skills are increased by one rank.]

[Confirmed: Ascender Fang, you are now at Tier VIII and Level 601.]

The Ascension was smooth.

Leon felt an invisible barrier shatter within him, and in the next moment, his essence surged to the next Tier. For an instant, his body was flooded with infinite power—limitless, roaring like a divine storm through his veins. It gave him a fleeting sense of invincibility, a taste of godhood.

He opened his eyes slowly, letting out a breath. "Ten times the output... again," he murmured, rubbing the side of his neck. "Though… once more, I'll have to face the Trial to reclaim my EX rank at the next Ascension."