My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 313: Tier VII

The room fell still, light flickering. All three cores dimmed and solidified into treasure orbs.

Dungeon Cleared: Triple-Core Nest

Leon gained 4 levels.

Current Level: 584

Shell Reverb Mastery: 39% → 43%

Acquired Relic: [Symphonic Core Shard] – Amplifies feedback-based abilities by 12%.

Party received bonus experience and loot.

As they exited, Milim flopped down on a rock. "That dungeon was spicy. Let's do five more."

Leon smirked. "At this rate, I'll hit Tier VII in no time."

"Lets move to next one" Said Roman as others nodded

***

The second dungeon the party tackled was vastly different from the first. It was whispered about in Tower rumor circles—a place few returned from intact. Known as the Veil of Teeth, it was buried beneath the Obsidian floor's deepest rift canyons, hidden behind a veil of ever-rising ash winds and dimensional distortion.

Unlike the Triple-Core Nest, this dungeon was not chaotic—it was calculated. Designed like a death trap. A twisted maze of predator logic and perfect ambush points.

It did not test your strength.

It hunted your weakness.

Entering the Maw

The entrance was a vertical fissure with bone-like ridges on either side. The moment the party entered, an oppressive force blanketed them—killing sound and distorting time. The walls pulsed faintly, as though they were inside a living creature's gullet.

Roman muttered, "I don't like this place. Something's wrong with the air."

Liliana frowned. "Time's off. The outer seconds feel slower than inner ones. This place messes with perception."

Leon nodded. "Stay close. No splitting up."

He reached into his shell pulse, calibrating to the distortions.

They descended.

The first corridor felt narrow and harmless—until the party was 50 feet in and a Crack-Tooth Horror phased through the walls. It didn't walk. It flickered—one second near Naval, the next above Roselia. Its bite created soundless shockwaves that ruptured bones without piercing skin.

Roselia collapsed, clutching her chest, ribs cracking from a wave no one heard.

Leon reacted instantly—slamming his palm on the ground, releasing a Shell Reverb burst to offset the creature's phase field.

"Liliana, mark its presence!"

She activated her Sight Rune, yelling, "It splits into three mirror-forms after every ten seconds!"

Roman intercepted one form and was thrown like a ragdoll into a wall. Milim blinked into existence midair and hurled chaotic fire at the creature's back—but it vanished.

Shell Reverb Mastery: 43% → 48%

New Passive Skill: Memory Anchor – Resists memory tampering and perception shifts by 30%.

Relic Acquired: [Obsidian Veil Thread] – Can cloak memories or skills from detection.

The party sat in silence for a long time, breathing.

"That was the worst one yet," Naval muttered.

Leon nodded, staring at the empty throne where Varnyx once sat.

"And we're not even to Tier VII yet."

Leon looked at the skills he had obtained, and among them, Memory Anchor stood out as the best.

There were many skills that defined who a person was—skills tied directly to one's identity, like the one they had just earned by defeating the dungeon boss. Obtaining such a powerful passive was rare. Yet Leon smiled as he looked at the skill book and handed it to Milim.

"You have it."

"But you need it more than me," she said, frowning.

Leon just shrugged and pushed it toward her. "I'm stronger than you," he said with a roll of his eyes.

As he gave away the skill book, familiar notification rang through his system.

[You have given 'Memory Anchor' as Charity.]

[You have received 'Origin Anchor' (Passive Skill) as rebate.]

Origin Anchor: Gain immunity to forced skill erasure and memory tampering for first three times per 24 hours. After that gain resistance to such effects by 80%. ]