My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 426: Void Walker VII

The gate on Floor 525 faded, replaced by a shimmer that looked more like a tear in time than a doorway.

When Leon stepped through, he was immediately met by the sensation of pressure—not from gravity or wind, but from possibility. Like the air was watching him. Measuring him.

They emerged on a platform suspended high in the sky, with no visible supports. Around them stretched a sprawling vertical city of floating spires and suspended bridges, shifting slowly in the air like gears in a clock.

Each building pulsed with soft golden light.

And everywhere they looked—reflections. Polished stone. Glass. Water. Even the air shimmered, catching glimpses of past movements as if time were trailing slightly behind itself.

[Welcome to Floor 526 – The Oracle Spire]

• Domain of Sovereign Aemnos, The Timeseer

• Floor Type: Temporal Construct

• Primary Hazard: Future Feedback

• Objective: Reach the Oracle at the Spire’s Apex

Warning: Exposure to Future Echoes may cause Memory Overlap or Temporal Instability.

Aris frowned, brushing her fingers across a railing that wasn’t there a moment ago. "This place... it doesn’t follow cause and effect."

Roselia pointed at a staircase nearby. "That wasn’t there ten seconds ago."

"No," Naval said, "it was always there. We just hadn’t remembered it yet."

Leon stepped to the edge of the platform, eyes scanning upward.

The central tower stretched into the heavens like an impossible needle, spiraling with glyphs that glowed softly as if reacting to his presence.

Then a whisper echoed around them—not loud, not threatening. Just... inevitable.

"You will reach the top, Leon Aetheren. But you won’t survive it."

He didn’t flinch.

"I’ve died before," he said.

The Tower whispered again.

"Yes. But this time... it sticks."

Phase 1: The Glass Paths

As they advanced, the floor shifted beneath them, sometimes twisting entire sections out of alignment before snapping back seconds later. They were forced to move in carefully timed patterns—jumping, ducking, and sliding across bridges that had already collapsed in one version of time but were still intact in theirs.

Each misstep resulted in a vision—not death, but a flash-forward:

Naval saw himself run through with his own sword.

Kael witnessed a future where he fought Leon—desperately, angrily.

Roselia screamed as she saw herself... alone, crying over a broken crown.

Leon saw nothing.

That silence scared him more than any death could.

Phase 2: Memory Crossroads

Midway through the climb, they entered a circular chamber filled with tall mirrored obelisks. Each mirror showed a different version of themselves.

Milim, still human, living a quiet life.

Roman, never joining the climb—just a blacksmith, happy, content.

Leon... never taking the crown.

One mirror showed him watching someone else lead his team.

One showed him dying back on Floor 300.

And one... showed him alone on Floor 999. Bloody. Silent. Crown gone.

Roselia stepped beside him. "Are these warnings?"

"No," Leon said. "They’re offers."

And he turned away.

Final Phase: Apex of the Oracle

At the top of the Spire, the floor opened into a massive, domed chamber of crystal and brass. In the center floated a being of impossible shape—half-statue, half-constellation. Its voice came from all directions.

"Leon Aetheren. You seek the top."

"Yes."

"You wish to rewrite what cannot be rewritten."

"I don’t want to rewrite it," Leon said. "I want to finish it."

"Then receive your future."

In a sudden blast of wind and memory, visions flooded his mind—hundreds, thousands. Countless possibilities.

In one, he died on Floor 538.

In another, Roselia betrayed him.

In another, he killed Kael.

In another, he reached the top... alone.

And in only one—

They all stood together, looking at the real sky.

Free.

That one burned brightest.

Leon gritted his teeth, forcing the rest out.

"I don’t care what the odds are. That future’s mine."

The Oracle pulsed.

Then fell silent.

And opened the gate behind him.

[Floor 526 – Cleared]

• Trait Gained: Temporal Anchor – Immune to forced future-seeing and fate-based prediction magic.

• Vision Acquired: Possible True Ending – Logged frёewebnoѵēl.com

• Chain Protocol Node 5/12 Acquired

Warning: From this point forward, enemies may begin reacting to True Vision signature.

As the team stepped through the gate, Leon exhaled slowly.

He didn’t speak of the vision he saw.

But for the first time since Floor 500, his fingers tightened around his weapon like someone who knew exactly what came next.

When they stepped through the gate, the world turned gray.

Not silver. Not foggy.

Just... lifeless.

The air felt wrong the moment they arrived—heavy, but without wind. The sky above was colorless and motionless, like stretched canvas left blank. And before them lay a forest of twisted trees, their trunks bleached and smooth like petrified bone.

No leaves.

No birds.

No sounds.

Not even the footsteps of the team made a noise.

[Welcome to Floor 527 – The Pale Forest]

• Environment: Auditory Vacuum

• Floor Effect: Total Sound Nullification – Voice, Movement, Combat

• Hazard: Reality Bleed – Contact with forest corruption causes Memory Drain

• Sovereign Presence: Detected – Classification Unknown

Objective: Cross the Pale Forest and locate the Echo Beacon

Leon turned and looked at the others—but even as he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

No one could speak.

No one could shout.

And worse... they couldn’t hear their own breath.

Roselia frowned and activated her comm-sigil—dead. Naval tried sparking a flare—no ignition. Even the smallest sounds were devoured by the forest around them.

Milim used Echo casting to write in glowing script.

"We need to move. In pairs. Keep eyes on each other."

Leon nodded.

The team split into pairs: Leon with Kael, Roselia with Roman, Milim with Naval.

They entered the Pale Forest.

Phase 1: Soundless Path

The forest was a maze of spiraling bone-trees. Strange growths pulsed along their bark—slow heartbeats, like organs fused into the trunks. The path ahead wasn’t clear; it shifted when no one looked directly at it.

Worse still, every so often, one of them would see... something.

A flicker of a figure.

A shadow made of tearing static.

And then a flash of a different memory.

Leon paused once as a branch brushed his shoulder—and suddenly, he saw a glimpse of Roselia, bloodied and alone, staring at a broken crown.

He stepped back, breathing hard.

Kael grabbed his arm and pointed to his temple.

Memory Drain.

The trees were stealing fragments of their futures and reflecting false possibilities.