My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 295: Leveling Up II

Roman held the frontline, shielding others, as the Warden tried to unmake his presence—only for him to stand taller, arms wide.

But it was Leon who ended the fight.

He stepped into the Warden's unmaking field, eyes calm, and whispered—not aloud, but with his Void Law pulsing through his very aura:

"Let there be stillness no more."

And then, with a single wave of his hand, he broke the Warden—not by destroying it, but by naming it.

"You were Silence. Now you are History."

The Warden screamed—one last void-echo—and shattered.

Dungeon Cleared:

[Relic Obtained: Sigil of the Unspoken]

A soul-warding artifact that allows the bearer to resist cognitive and identity-based effects. Grants immunity to mind erasure and silence zones.

[Dungeon Core: Absolute Resonance Shard]

A rare enhancement crystal that amplifies the user's essence rather than their energy—allowing for clean ascension past artificial class limits.

As sound slowly returned, the party sat in the stone silence.

Millim flopped back and groaned. "That. Was. Awful."

Roman offered a short, dry laugh. "Can we go back to the dungeons where we get to punch things?"

Leon smiled faintly. "One more to go."

Liliana stood, eyes gleaming.

"Then let's meet whatever waits in the last dungeon—and prove we belong past Floor 250."

Dungeon Six: The Breathless Forge

Hidden at the base of a petrified volcano—one that hadn't erupted in eons because it had no more fire to give—lay the final and most challenging dungeon of this floor. Unlike the others, this one was ancient not in ruin, but in still-burning purpose.

Descent into the Hollow Flame

The team arrived at the edge of a crater whose depth vanished into shimmering heat and mirage. A massive gate, scorched black and sealed with golden veins, stood silently at the base. As they approached, it reacted not to touch or key—but to resolve. One by one, they placed their hands on the surface.

[Trial Acknowledged: The Breathless Forge Accepts Only Those Who Burn True]

The gate split down the middle, opening like a furnace mouth, and they stepped into a descending tunnel of charred obsidian, its walls glowing faintly with living embers.

The Crucible Path

This dungeon was not structured like the others—it was linear, one way forward, and each chamber was more intense than the last. The environment itself tested them: heat that bypassed defenses, air so thin it couldn't be breathed, mana fields that refused to obey normal logic.

A system prompt confirmed their suspicion:

[This Dungeon Forbids External Power]

[All Spells, Summons, and Artifacts Weakened by 70%]

[Only Inner Flame Survives]

Millim blinked. "So… we fight with nothing but our own will?"

Leon chuckled. "No. We reforge ourselves."

One by one, they crossed into the first chamber.

Trial One: The Armor Breaker

They were stripped—literally and magically—of all defenses.

A giant automaton, molten and silver-blooded, awaited. It wielded a hammer that could break a soul's shell, not just a body's.

Naval went first, evading with sheer calculation. Roselia followed, using a rhythm of martial memory to read its strikes.

But it was Roman who ended it. He let the automaton strike him directly—and endured, cracking its hammer on his bare soulshield. He retaliated with a single punch, enhanced only by his will to protect.

Victory: Fragment of Endurance Acquired

Trial Two: The Ember Mirror

A room of endless flames—each flicker showed a version of them consumed by failure.

Liliana stared into one and saw herself surrounded by tombstones of the Choir children.

She broke her own mirror with a cry, "I will never fail them!"

Each member had to face a personalized vision of loss and overcome it—not by denial, but by choosing to stand again.

Millim emerged last, her hands trembling.

"I saw… everyone dead. Even me."

Leon offered a hand. "But you're still here."

They moved on.

Victory: Fragment of Clarity Acquired

Trial Three: The Breathless Forge

The final chamber was a vast anvil platform floating in a sea of living stars.

In its center hovered a humanoid being—neither elemental nor divine, but forged essence incarnate.

The Forgekeeper, a smith who had not created weapons in millennia, now stood ready to test whether the party deserved one.

"Strike yourselves upon the anvil. You will not be reforged unless you shatter first."

One by one, they stepped forward.

Roselia shattered her reliance on future-sight, forging a new kind of intuition.

Roman let go of the need to follow. He forged a path to lead.

Liliana gave up the memory of her fear. And from it, gained focus.

Naval abandoned perfection. She accepted calculated imperfection, and found new adaptive strength.

Millim shattered her mask of chaos. Beneath it? Fierce devotion. Unbreakable fire.

Leon stepped up last.

The Forgekeeper raised an eyebrow. "You carry the Void. You should not burn."

Leon smirked. "I don't burn. I ignite."

He struck the anvil with a burst of Voidfire—his law folding into a refined paradox. From that moment, his Tier VI class advanced subtly, partially unfolding into a Tier VII Protoform—an Origin-Ascended.

The Forgekeeper knelt.

"You are worthy."

Dungeon Cleared:

[Relic Acquired: Corebrand Ember]

Allows user to brand a personal spell, weapon, or summon with an identity-level enhancement—granting it evolution across tiers.

[Dungeon Core: Breathless Flame Spark]

Increases growth rate of Law Comprehension and reduces resistance during Tier Ascension.

As they exited the chamber, the Breathless Forge crumbled—not in defeat, but in fulfillment. Its duty was done.

Above, the obsidian volcano pulsed once more—its core no longer dead, but alive.

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The six dungeons now cleared, Leon and the others gathered atop a high mesa looking over the ever-shifting terrain of Floor 200. Power radiated from each of them—not raw or wild, but refined. Earned.

"We've hit our limit here," Roselia said, flexing her fingers, energy dancing around them. "We need the next floor."

Leon nodded. "Floor 250. The Mid-Spine."

Liliana pulled out the tower's map crystal. "It's where the real war begins. Between gods, voidwalkers, and those trying to remain human."

Millim grinned. "Then let's climb. Burn brighter. And show them what real evolution looks like."