My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 348: Fighting XXVI

Leon activated:

Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo

Karmic Loop: Advanced

Absolute Return

Instead of resisting the time shifts, Leon folded his echoes into them.

Every time Zoth-Urran rewound a second, Leon's Shell Reverb preserved that second's motion, storing it outside of the time loop.

The clash turned into a symphony of stacked momentum.

Fist met bone, bone shattered then reformed.

Staff met runes, runes bent then cracked.

Zoth-Urran adapted — bones splitting into mirrored selves from different timelines, each attacking from a different version of now.

Leon countered with an impossible spin, absorbing the triple-strike through Karmic Loop, and launched a spiraling triple-pulse uppercut.

BOOM!

The Warden's ribcage exploded into splinters — only to reassemble again, slower this time.

Leon was winning the rhythm.

But then—

Zoth-Urran stopped moving.

All at once.

And the entire arena collapsed into a singularity.

A moment in time, paused indefinitely.

Leon couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

[Status Effect: Chrono-Lock. Duration: ∞]

His thoughts were trapped in an eternal instant.

But…

The Origin Pulse in his soul burned quietly. Steadily. It remembered what he could not.

It whispered:

"You are not memory. You are not future. You are presence."

Leon activated his final core fusion.

Destruction Core

Aether Blood Core

Gold Magic Core

Abyss Magic: Sovereign Override

And through their convergence, he forged one singular spell:

Chrono-Null Lance: Yesterday's End

With all his energy, in that single timeless instant, he cast it directly into Zoth-Urran's skull.

There was no explosion.

Only silence.

The Warden's bones fell apart like dust in reverse. Not shattered — unwritten.

[Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 9 Defeated.]

[New Skill Obtained: Temporal Immunity (Passive – Lesser): Immune to forced temporal rewinds under Tier IX]

[Shell Reverb Mastery: 96%]

[You have resisted Chrono-Lock. Mental Resilience increased.]

Leon fell to his knees, panting.

He struck the dream clones one by one—not with power, but with clarity. Each blow dismantled an illusion. Each step reasserted reality.

Finally, he reached Vaer'Zhul.

"You've seen my doubts," Leon growled, "Now feel my truth."

He drove his fist, glowing with Shell Reverb and Origin Pulse, into Vaer'Zhul's core.

The Sovereign shattered.

Not violently—but peacefully. Like a lie letting go.

[Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 8 Defeated.]

[Skill Obtained: Mental Ward (Passive): Reduces effects of illusion and mental interference by 50%.]

[Shell Reverb Mastery: 94% → 96%]

[Origin Pulse: Harmonization Level Increased.]

Leon fell to the dream grass, panting.

This time, it was Roselia's real hand that touched his.

"You're still you," she said softly.

He nodded. "Barely."

Roman offered a hand. "Next?"

Leon stood.

And faced the arena's growing light.

Only seven remained.

As the mental echoes faded, Leon stepped into a vast, flooded cavern.

Unlike previous arenas, this one had no solid ground.

A dark ocean spread endlessly, with occasional floating platforms of sunken stone and coral. The water didn't move naturally—it pulsed with a heartbeat, as though the arena itself were alive.

Above them hung no ceiling—just a skyless, suffocating void filled with drifting bones and luminous jellyfish.

"Underwater?" Naval muttered from the viewing ledge. "No… worse. Null-pressure subspace. You can't breathe, cast, or even think clearly."

Roselia held her breath, watching Leon drift weightlessly onto the arena's central platform, his boots sticking to the runed stone by his Shell Pulse tension alone.

Then the sea split.

And from the depths emerged a monstrous figure—part leviathan, part centipede, cloaked in ever-churning vapors and stitched with obsidian armor.

Name: Vael'Kriss, Wyrmarch of the Breathless Depths

Type: Depthborn Tyrant

Specialty: Pressure Field Combat, Anti-Magic Zones, Bone-Borne Tidal Manipulation

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