My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 420: Void Walker II

The Watcher moved like code—perfect, without wasted motion.

It countered every strike, mirrored every dodge, and responded with mathematical precision. Its attacks weren’t just strong—they were designed to scale with Leon’s ability.

But Leon had one advantage the Watcher didn’t.

Will.

The clone mimicked skills—but it didn’t feel them.

It replicated motion—but not meaning.

And Leon, even through blood and exhaustion, had meaning in every step.

He let go of perfection.

And embraced chaos.

He ducked beneath a sweeping arc, channeled Shell Pulse through his left foot to create an unstable burst, and used it to misalign the clone’s next move. When the Watcher adapted, Leon swapped elements mid-strike—Earth into Lightning into Water—disrupting its patterns.

Then—

He activated King’s Resolve, pushing his body beyond safe limits.

And struck the clone with a rising arc that shattered its logic blade.

"Systems destabilizing," the Watcher echoed.

Leon planted a palm on its chest.

"Let me show you something real."

And he released a pulse of Echo Reverb—not meant to destroy, but to resonate.

The clone’s form trembled.

And then—shattered into fragments of broken light.

The amphitheater reformed.

The others appeared beside him, each having won their own trial.

The voice returned—faint. Less confident.

"OBSERVATION COMPLETE.

ANOMALY UNRESOLVED.

WARNING TRANSMITTED TO HIGHER SOVEREIGN CODE.

PREPARE FOR ESCALATION."

Leon stepped forward.

"No," he said coldly. "You prepare."

[Floor 514 Cleared – The Watcher’s Maw]

• Reward: Core Memory Seal Fragment

• Crown Bonus: Echo Stability +12%

• Title Gained: Unwritten King – Immune to clone-based analysis or mimicry.

The gate ahead opened.

And this time—it screamed.

A roar of data, fury, and broken law.

Something higher had awakened.

The gate didn’t open with ceremony this time.

It tore itself apart.

The air hissed. Geometry bled. The very code of the Tower warped and twisted around the edges of the gate, as if trying to hold it closed—unsuccessfully.

Leon stepped through first.

And immediately—

the gate slammed shut behind him.

His team wasn’t with him.

He was alone.

Not in darkness. Not in silence.

But in stone.

A cage of infinite halls and shifting walls. Polished floors reflected distorted versions of him, sometimes broken, sometimes triumphant—always wrong.

A voice echoed from all sides.

"You are dangerous."

Leon spun, his instincts alert.

"You are unstable."

The walls pulsed. A seal formed in the air—spinning, glowing red. From it stepped a towering figure clad in obsidian armor. A cape of silver code drifted behind him, and his head was crowned with a jagged circle of fractured authority.

The Sovereign Warden.

Seven meters tall.

Faceless.

Formless beneath the armor.

But his presence was real—crushing.

Leon reached for his sword.

The Warden raised a hand.

And the gravity multiplied.

Leon’s knees buckled. His breath caught.

"You are not here to fight," the Warden said.

"You are here to be contained."

Trial of Floor 515 – Begins

But this was no duel.

This was containment.

A mental war.

The Warden didn’t attack like a warrior—he manipulated the floor itself. The walls shifted endlessly. Doors appeared, showing Leon versions of the future he feared most.

A Tower shattered by his choices.

Roselia broken, kneeling before a false king.

Kael burned alive on Floor 533.

Aris choosing to leave him behind.

Himself—alone—on Floor 999, begging to forget.

Each vision clawed at him.

Each one felt real.

Leon didn’t run.

He didn’t scream.

He watched them.

Let them pass.

Then drew a deep breath.

And said: "I accept them."

The floor shook.

"DENIAL NOT DETECTED," the Warden’s voice boomed, more confused than angry.

"I’m not climbing because I think I’ll win. I’m climbing because someone has to take the weight."

Leon stood fully, the Crown of Concord flickering to life.

"You don’t get to define me."

The Warden descended from above like a meteor.

Leon caught the blow—not with strength, but by redirecting it with Shell Reverb. The floor cracked under his feet, but he held.

He surged forward, light exploding around him.

Not blinding brilliance—

But raw will.

The Warden fought back with shifting laws—altering time, space, and force.

But Leon had faced worse.

He’d endured Soulfire.

He’d bent Shell Reverb to a new form.

He’d survived oblivion.

He’d fought himself.

And now he fought the Tower’s judgment.

Not to win—

But to prove it didn’t own him.

Final Clash – Warden vs Crownbearer

The Warden unleashed his ultimate protocol—

[Seal of Law: Silence All Possibility]

Everything stopped.

No time.

No space.

No will.

And then—

Leon moved.

A single step forward.

Because he refused to stop.

He activated King’s Resolve—not on himself—

But on a memory.

The moment he first stood to protect Roselia on Floor 108.

And from that memory, power exploded.

Not magic.

Not mana.

Conviction.

His blade tore through the Warden’s defenses—not shattering them, but cutting past them, like truth carving through lies.

The Warden staggered back.

For the first time in centuries—

He took a knee.

The prison shattered.

And Leon’s team appeared beside him, suddenly freed.

Kael blinked. "You okay?"

Leon exhaled. "Was just... tested."

Aris stared at the crumbling Warden. "You fought that alone?"

Leon gave a tired shrug. "Apparently."

Roselia put a hand on his shoulder. "You’re getting better at carrying the weight."

He smiled faintly. "Or worse at putting it down."

[Floor 515 Cleared – Sovereign Warden Defeated]

• Crown Bonus: Wardenbreaker – Immune to containment-type trials

• Skill Acquired: Echo Drive – Use a past memory as a one-time boost of power, once per floor

• Trait: Conviction Manifest – Willpower now scales with physical resistance to fear or distortion magic

As the next gate opened—this time glowing red, not white—Roselia whispered:

"Leon... I think the Tower’s done watching."

He looked up at the next floor’s name inscribed in code.

And smiled darkly.

"Good."

Floor 516 – Sovereign Descent

There was no gate this time.

Just a pulse.

A deep, reality-warping thrum that rippled through the floor like thunder caught mid-breath. The Tower didn’t open the path to Floor 516. It was ripped open from the other side.

A jagged tear split the air.

Lines of raw code unraveled in crimson strands, as if the Tower itself was bleeding.

Leon stepped forward first. No hesitation.

Behind him, Roselia, Kael, Aris, Milim, Naval, and Roman followed—silent, focused. Every one of them felt it: they were not meant to be here. This wasn’t a place. It was a command override.

The tear widened.

And from within stepped a man.

Or something shaped like one.

He was tall—impossibly so—yet cast no shadow. His form shimmered, not with light, but with truth unspoken. A cloak of unmarked data trailed behind him, and where his face should’ve been was a smooth, featureless mask made of shifting glyphs.

The Tower spoke through him.

And the world held its breath.

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