My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 88: Death Puppet King II

Roselia turned back, giving Leon a quick nod of thanks before focusing on the remaining mages. With a graceful spin, she delivered a series of swift strikes, her translucent swords leaving trails of radiant light as they cleaved through her enemies.

The last mage collapsed, its puppet body disintegrating into a pile of ash. Roselia took a deep breath, surveying the now-silent battlefield. "All clear," she called out.

Leon, still holding his staff, finished off the last warrior with an Aetheric wave that sent the puppet flying across the room. It shattered on impact, scattering into lifeless fragments. "That was easier than I thought," he said, lowering his staff.

Roselia walked over, her swords still glowing faintly with the residual energy of her attacks. "It’s the swords," she said with a small smirk. "They’re amazing."

Leon chuckled. "Or maybe it’s the swordswoman," he said, giving her an approving nod. "Either way, good job."

She smiled back, sheathing the swords on her back. "You didn’t do too bad yourself."

The two pressed on, entering a grand hall with high vaulted ceilings and ornate chandeliers swaying gently in an unseen breeze. The walls were lined with portraits of stern-faced nobles, their hollow eyes seeming to follow the intruders.

At the center of the hall, a massive ornate door loomed, its surface covered in intricate carvings of skulls and bones. A chilling aura emanated from the door, sending a shiver down both their spines.

Leon approached cautiously, his staff ready. "This must be it," he said, glancing at Roselia. "The Death Puppet King’s Room."

She stepped beside him, her grip tightening on her swords. "You ready for this?"

Leon smirked. "Always. Let’s take him down."

With a push, the massive doors creaked open, revealing a dark, cavernous room lit only by the eerie green glow of spectral flames. At the center of the room sat the Death Puppet King—a grotesque figure made of countless stitched-together puppet parts. Its body was massive and misshapen, with multiple arms wielding a variety of weapons. Its hollow eyes burned with an unnatural light, and its toothy grin seemed frozen in place.

As the doors closed behind them, the Death Puppet King let out a guttural, mechanical laugh. "Intruders... You dare disturb my domain?" its voice echoed, reverberating through the chamber.

Leon raised his staff, summoning a shield of Aether energy around himself and Roselia. "We’re here to put an end to your reign," he declared.

The Death Puppet King rose from its throne, its many arms clanking as it moved. "Fools," it hissed. "You’ll join my collection soon enough!"

Without warning, it unleashed a barrage of attacks—spinning blades, chains, and dark energy bolts flying toward Leon and Roselia. Leon deflected the incoming projectiles with his shield while Roselia dashed forward, her swords blazing with energy.

The battle had begun.

Roselia moved with precision, dodging the King’s attacks as she closed the distance. Her swords struck the puppet’s limbs, sending splinters flying, but the King’s massive form quickly regenerated, its body reforming with even more weaponry.

Leon stayed at a distance, channeling Aetheric magic. "Keep him distracted!" he shouted as he began preparing a powerful spell.

"I noticed!" Roselia retorted, leaping over a swinging chain and slicing through another limb. "Hurry up, will you?"

Leon smirked, his hands glowing brighter as the spell reached its peak. "On it!" He unleashed a torrent of Aetheric energy, the beam striking the Death Puppet King directly in its chest. The impact caused an explosion, and the King staggered backward, parts of its body falling away.

But it wasn’t over. The King roared, summoning a horde of smaller puppet minions from the shadows. They swarmed the room, rushing toward Leon and Roselia. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

"I’ll handle the minions!" Leon called out, creating a circle of Aetheric fire around himself. The flames incinerated any puppet that came near, giving Roselia a clear shot at the King.

She gritted her teeth, her swords glowing even brighter as she charged at the weakened King. "Let’s end this," she muttered, leaping into the air. With a powerful downward slash, she aimed for the King’s core—a pulsating orb of dark energy within its chest.

The impact was devastating. Her swords pierced the orb, and the Death Puppet King let out an ear-piercing screech as its body convulsed. The dark energy within it erupted, engulfing the room in a blinding light.

When the light faded, the room was silent. The Death Puppet King was gone, its remains scattered across the floor.

Leon lowered his staff, breathing heavily. "Nice work," he said, giving Roselia a thumbs-up.

She sheathed her swords, her expression calm but victorious. "You too. Let’s grab the loot and get out of here."

The two searched the lair, gathering treasures and rare items hidden among the debris. As they prepared to leave, Leon glanced back at the empty throne.

"Another step closer," he murmured to himself.

Roselia turned to him. "Ready?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Let’s move on to the next challenge."

Leon and Roselia continued their journey, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridors of the dungeon. They had acquired a substantial haul from defeating the Death Puppet King, and their thoughts now turned to the next challenge on the first floor—the True Undead King.

The most powerful Hidden Undead King of this Floor is their aim and for that they have been constantly only taking undead class Quests, so that they can get familiar with the Undeads King and have some advantage while fighting against the most powerful one, as they don’t have any intel on it so the could only do this to complete the Alchemist King Quest.

As they walked back, Leon glanced over his shoulder and noticed a group of adventurers riding magnificent blue-flame horses passing them by. The sight made him pause. "We should consider buying mounts," Leon said, breaking the silence.

Roselia nodded in agreement. "Let’s sell off some of the loot first. Once we’ve restocked, we can invest in mounts," she replied, her calm demeanor unwavering.

Leon smiled and nodded. "Alright, let’s get moving then."

Meanwhile, one of the riders from the group, a handsome man named Ronny, glanced back as his team rode ahead. His eyes narrowed as they landed on Roselia, and he muttered to himself, "Was that a Demoness?"

Ronny’s gaze lingered on Roselia’s composed expression, though her sharp features carried a hint of menace. He glanced at the girl beside him—a pale, serious woman whose face was filled with anger as if she could kill someone on the spot. His suspicions were confirmed. "Yes, she’s definitely a Demoness," he thought.

’What a pity,’ Ronny mused. ’Such beauty, but now she will be definitely killed.’ He sighed, his thoughts returning to his own experiences.

Ronny was also an adventurer climbing the Tower of Ascension. However, unlike Leon, who has just arrived and has a smooth sailing journey, Ronny’s journey was fraught with complications. He had been in this floor for over a year, completing quests and leveling up his team. After countless battles, his group had ascended from Iron Grey to Bronze rank. At one point, they were considered the most powerful team on this floor—not just because of their teamwork but also due to Ronny’s Epic-grade demon summon.

However, that glory was short-lived. One fateful day, a young woman named Mio—a Demon Slayer—challenged their team. Her class granted her the unique ability to grow stronger with every demon she killed. She targeted Ronny’s demon, defeating it in battle. Worse, her skills permanently destroyed the summon, erasing Ronny’s ability to call upon it ever again. The loss was devastating, but Mio didn’t stop there.

She forcibly joined their team, becoming its vice-leader in name only. In practice, she often took charge, making decisions and issuing commands without consulting Ronny. Despite the friction caused by her presence, Mio’s strength and cunning had been an undeniable asset to the group. Ronny reluctantly tolerated her leadership for the sake of survival.

’Although that incident still stings, there hasn’t been any major conflict since then,’ Ronny thought, his eyes lingering on Mio as she rode ahead. However, the tension between them, the duality of human and demon slayer, remained ever-present.

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Recently, their team had crossed paths with the second captain of Blue Titan, one of the dungeon’s most powerful factions. Blue Titan had over fifty members, each stronger than the last. Yet, Leon—a relatively new player—had easily defeated this captain, showcasing his immense power.

Ronny had no desire for Mio to cross paths with someone like Leon. ’It would only bring disaster,’ he thought grimly.

As Ronny was lost in thought, Mio slowed her horse and gestured for their group to halt. The team, consisting of two other members—a swordsman named Raor and a shield master named Ben—stopped behind her.

Raor furrowed his brow, looking at Mio with confusion. "Why did you stop?" he asked, his tone sharp.

"yeah, let’s go, I am hungry" Ben on other side said rubbing his stomach.

Raor in response roll his eyes , "since when are you not hungry?" he said as he looked at Mio, who was looking back.

"Lets go" however just as he was about to say something Mio said and continued on the way.