My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 204 : Blood King Tournament II

Ken steadied himself, his eyes gleaming with an eerie crimson light. He tapped his staff against the ground, and the air grew colder, shadows creeping up like a living tide.

"Impressive teamwork," Ken said, his voice calm. "But you'll need more than that to challenge me."

Leon grinned, his Destruction magic intensifying. "Good. I was hoping you'd push back harder."

Millim's blood knight charged forward, its massive crimson blade cleaving through the encroaching darkness. Ken raised his staff, summoning a shield of pure shadow to block the strike. The clash sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

As the blood knight kept Ken occupied, Millim leaped into the air, arcane energy crackling around her fists. She aimed a powerful strike at Ken from above. He sidestepped at the last moment, countering with a blast of shadow that Millim narrowly dodged.

Naval darted in from the side, her rapier glowing with a radiant light as she struck at Ken's blind spot. He deflected her blade with his staff but winced as Liliana's dark flames surged toward him from behind, forcing him to retreat.

"He's faltering!" Liliana called out, flames roaring in her hands. "Don't let up!"

Ken smirked despite the pressure. "Is that what you think?"

He extended his arm, and the battlefield shifted. Massive tendrils of shadow erupted from the ground, each one striking with calculated precision. The team scattered, dodging or blocking as the tendrils lashed out.

Leon slashed through one of the tendrils, his eyes blazing with determination. "Stay on him! He can't focus on all of us at once!"

Ken's eyes flicked to Leon, his expression unreadable. "Perhaps. But I only need to focus on you."

With a wave of his staff, a massive sphere of condensed darkness formed above Ken. It pulsed with ominous energy, growing larger by the second.

"Fall to despair," Ken intoned, releasing the sphere. It hurtled toward Leon like a falling star.

Leon planted his feet, gripping his blade tightly. His Destruction magic surged, forming a barrier of crackling energy around him. He met the sphere head-on, his blade slicing through it in an explosion of light and shadow.

The battlefield erupted in chaos, the shockwave knocking everyone back.

Ken shielded himself, his dark robes fluttering in the aftermath. "You destroyed it," he muttered, a hint of admiration in his tone. "Impressive."

Leon straightened, his breathing heavy but his resolve unshaken. "It'll take more than that to stop me."

Naval, Liliana, and Millim regrouped around Leon, their eyes locked on Ken. Despite the intense battle, their spirits were unyielding.

Ken chuckled softly. "You might actually be ready for the tournament."

Leon smirked. "Not yet. We still have one more test."

The team surged forward as one, their combined powers converging on Ken in a final assault. Darkness clashed with light, flames, and destruction, the battlefield trembling under their might.

When the dust finally settled, Ken stood at the center, his staff lowered. He was breathing heavily, his dark aura dimmed.

"Enough," Ken said, raising a hand. "You've passed."

Leon wiped the sweat from his brow, a satisfied grin on his face. "Good. Then we're ready."

The team exchanged determined glances. The tournament was approaching fast, and with Ken's training, they had become stronger than ever.

"Though you were passive all the time, it was still a good battle," Leon said as Ken shrugged.

Leon waved as Ken's level dropped to Tier III, allowing him to participate in the tournament.

"There's still one week," Millim said. "As for us, they've begun booking now to take us to the tournament venue," she added as the others nodded.

"The tournament is going to take place on Blood Island, the ancestral land of the Graves family, where the Blood King Ritual is always held."

"Speaking of it, who the hell came up with this bloody ritual?" Leon asked.

Millim sighed. "Though it's not a widely accepted practice, this old ritual allowed our family to survive. We were once very weak, so during the ancient wars, any kingdom could crush us. At that time, the borders were unstable, and kings had to make sacrifices to ensure their kingdom's survival."

She continued, "For vampires, drinking from their own kin drives them mad. But after a short burst of strength, the weaker ones often perished. This is why King Red made the ultimate sacrifice during the war. He was warned that he might go mad, but days passed, and nothing happened. Then years went by, and he was still sane."

Millim's expression darkened. "So he decided to take a risk. He drank once more—this time from his own sister. At first, nothing happened, but soon, he felt a surge of power unlike anything before. He kept drinking, eventually killing his sister in the process. But the power he gained was immense."

She looked at Leon. "From that time onward, we—the Graves family—became the strongest in the Arvanis world."

"And so, the ritual of drinking from one's own kin and becoming a stronger vampire became known as the Blood King Ritual."

"In our family, power is passed down from one generation to another. So now, despite being seen as just a Tier I power, if that vampire inherits the power from the previous Blood King, they will directly reach the limits of the world—Tier XII."

Leon narrowed his eyes. "So, in short, your family's power isn't just about personal growth—it's inherited? That means every new Blood King starts at the peak?"

Millim nodded. "Exactly. Unlike other vampires who have to grow stronger over time, the Blood King instantly inherits the full strength of their predecessor. The only thing that matters is whether they can handle that power without losing themselves."

Naval crossed her arms. "That sounds broken. If your family has had this ritual for so long, why aren't you ruling the entire world by now?"

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Millim smirked. "Because power always comes at a price."

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—the madness?"

"Yes," Millim confirmed. "The Blood King Ritual doesn't just grant power. It slowly corrupts the mind. The stronger you become, the more your instincts try to take over. Many previous Blood Kings eventually went mad, becoming monsters that had to be put down by their own kin."