My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 164: Vs Azrael

The five Azraels attacked at once, moving in perfect harmony, their blades seeking Leon’s flesh.

Leon stepped back, using his sword to parry while weaving through their attacks, but each time he countered one, another was already moving in for the kill.

A dagger scraped past his cheek, drawing blood.

Another sliced his arm, barely missing the bone.

Leon clicked his tongue.

"Annoying bastard."

Roselia and the others watched from the shadows, their instincts screaming to jump in.

But Leon raised a hand. "Stay out of this."

Millim pouted. "But he’s cheating! There’s five of him!"

Leon grinned, licking the blood from his lip. "Then I’ll just kill all five."

He raised his sword, and for the first time—

A golden glow enveloped his blade.

"Mana Infusion: Judgment Strike."

With a single vertical slash, a shockwave of energy erupted from his sword, obliterating two of the clones instantly.

The remaining three Azraels jumped back, eyes narrowing.

"You’re stronger than I expected," the real Azrael admitted, his smirk finally fading.

Leon rolled his shoulders. "You expected to kill me with cheap tricks?"

Azrael sighed. "I suppose I’ll have to get serious."

BWOOM!

The temperature dropped, and the entire chamber was consumed in pure darkness.

Leon could see nothing.

No sound. No light.

Just endless, suffocating darkness.

Then—

Shhhk!

A dagger pierced his stomach.

Leon gritted his teeth, stepping back. Another dagger sank into his shoulder.

Azrael’s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.

"In my domain, you are nothing but prey."

Leon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes.

Then—

His mana surged.

A golden shockwave burst from his body, shattering the darkness like glass.

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Azrael stumbled back, eyes widening. "Impossible—"

Leon’s figure emerged from the broken void, golden energy crackling around him.

"My turn."

Leon moved faster than ever before, his blade becoming a blur of light.

Azrael barely had time to block before—

SLASH!

His left arm flew off, blood spraying into the air.

"Gahh—!"

Leon didn’t stop.

He grabbed Azrael by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

Azrael coughed, his golden eyes flickering with rage. "Damn you—"

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Leon smirked. "This is what happens when you try to kill me."

He plunged his sword straight through Azrael’s heart.

Azrael gasped, blood dripping from his lips. "…Heh. You really… don’t hesitate."

Leon leaned in, whispering. "I don’t leave loose ends."

With a final twist of his blade, the Assassin King collapsed, lifeless.

***

Back in the outside world, from where Leon had come, inside an enormous building with an elaborate Dark Sparrow insignia, a body materialized and collapsed onto the floor. As he opened his eyes, he groaned in frustration.

"Bastard really did it..." Azrael muttered to himself as he sat up, rubbing his temples. "Damn it."

He quickly grabbed a communicator and dialed a number.

"Get me a Re-Entry Ticket."** He cut the call off immediately.

In reality, Azrael was the son of an Arakian, a powerful figure from a massive corporation that held influence over the world—and this city, known as Dark City, belonged entirely to them.

For him, obtaining a Re-Entry Ticket to return to the Tower was no big deal.

"I will kill you, Leon," Azrael mumbled as he stared out the window, his expression dark with frustration.

Slide…

The door behind him opened silently, and he turned to see three beautiful women entering the room. Two of them were elegantly dressed, exuding an aura of authority, while the third stood slightly behind them with a composed demeanor.

"We are your attendants, my lord," one of the women spoke smoothly, bowing slightly.

Azrael sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I need to relax my mind," he muttered, rubbing his temples as he gestured toward the wine glasses, their contents swirling enticingly under the dim lights.

****

The moment Azrael died, the entire assassin organization crumbled.

News of his death spread like wildfire, and without their king, the guilds descended into chaos, tearing each other apart.

Leon and his party returned to the inn, where he casually ordered another drink.

Roselia smirked. "Well, that was fun."

Millim pouted. "I wanted to kill him too…"

Roman chuckled. "No more assassins coming for us, at least."

Leon leaned back, smirking. "For now."

Because deep down, he knew—

More enemies would come.

And he welcomed it.

The inn bustled with life as Leon and his group sat around a large table, savoring their victory. The assassination attempts had finally ceased, and Eclipse Fang, once a feared organization, had been wiped from the fifth floor. The underground guilds were still reeling from the sudden power vacuum.

Roselia leaned on Leon’s shoulder, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. "You really enjoy making enemies, don’t you?"

Leon smirked. "I don’t make enemies. They make the mistake of becoming mine."

Millim, still sulking, twirled a wine glass in her fingers. "I wanted to kill at least one of them. Next time, save one for me."

Roman chuckled, slicing into his steak. "Be careful what you wish for. There’s always another fool willing to die for some cause."

Liliana, ever the composed maid, poured more tea into Naval’s cup. "Master Leon, do you plan on taking over the remnants of Eclipse Fang? Their network could be useful."

Leon shook his head. "Not interested. I don’t want to babysit assassins. Let the other guilds fight over the scraps."

Naval smirked. "Then what’s next? Another dungeon raid?"

Leon leaned back, his golden eyes scanning the room. "Actually, I was thinking of hunting something… bigger."

A heavy silence fell over the table as everyone exchanged glances.

Roman sighed. "Why do I feel like this ’something bigger’ is going to cause another mess?"

Roselia grinned. "Because it always does."

Millim clapped her hands. "Are we talking dragons? Demon Lords? A lost kingdom? Come on, tell me!"

Leon chuckled. "We’re going after a Mythic-Class Beast."

The entire room froze.

Naval nearly dropped her tea. "Wait… what?"

Liliana adjusted her glasses. "A Mythic-Class Beast… that’s on the level of a Guardian or a Floor Boss."

Roselia’s eyes sparkled. "Oh, now this sounds interesting."

Roman sighed again. "Of course, it does."

Leon grinned. "Get ready. We leave at dawn."