My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 412: Null Void

They walked into darkness.

Not the kind broken by torches or scanned by Kael’s devices.

Real darkness.

Void.

Sector F had no walls. No air. No vibration. The moment they stepped across the final threshold, the Tower’s hum vanished. No sound. No gravity. Not even the psychic pressure they’d grown used to from deeper layers.

Just stillness.

Roselia instinctively summoned a light glyph. It flickered—

Then died.

Kael tried his wrist light. It blinked once, then stopped.

Aris drew her baton. The tip, always buzzing with charged energy, stayed dim.

Only Leon still glowed—faintly. The five elemental marks on his body shimmered like tiny stars. They cast barely enough light to see a few steps around them.

And even that dimmed the farther they walked.

"Where are we?" Kael asked, his voice sounding like it had to push through syrup just to be heard.

Leon answered without looking back. "We’re in the space between the Tower’s structure."

"That’s not possible."

"It’s not supposed to be."

They kept walking.

Time lost meaning. There was no floor, but they moved as if walking. No sky, but above them stretched an infinite black ceiling. Sometimes, flickers of violet light spun in the distance, like galaxies collapsing on themselves.

Eventually, the path ended.

Or perhaps it began.

A circular platform floated in the void. Just one.

At its center, a single sphere of compressed shadow pulsed slowly.

And sitting cross-legged before it—

Was Leon.

Or someone wearing his face.

Same hair. Same eyes. Same armor.

But... hollow.

Empty.

Its eyes were completely black. No soul. No spark.

Just reflection.

Leon stepped forward, the others freezing at the edge.

The fake Leon looked up. Smiled. And spoke.

"You’ve come far, haven’t you?"

Leon didn’t respond.

"You think power is your strength. That mastering elements makes you worthy."

Still nothing.

The figure stood. "But the Void isn’t about what you control. It’s about what you are when everything is taken."

The elemental marks on Leon’s body pulsed.

And began to fade. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

One by one.

Flame: gone.

Wind: gone.

Earth, Water, Lightning—snuffed out.

He gasped. Fell to one knee.

His sword collapsed into dust.

His breath caught in his throat.

He was normal again.

No powers.

No aura.

Just Leon.

The false one stepped closer.

"In here, you have nothing."

Leon’s heart pounded. He tried to summon any element.

Nothing answered.

Not even his thoughts felt clear. Doubt crept in like smoke.

What if he was just a conduit?

What if the power never belonged to him?

What if the moment he touched the Void, everything he’d fought for... unraveled?

Then—

A voice echoed softly.

Not outside.

Inside.

It was hers.

Sylva’s voice.

"If you live, make it matter."

Leon’s fingers clenched.

He looked up.

The Void copy smirked. "You’re not even sure who you are."

But Leon stood anyway.

He took one step forward.

Then another.

The fake Leon raised a hand.

Shadows coiled like blades.

Leon didn’t stop.

The strike came—a mass of compressed void energy aimed at his chest.

He didn’t block.

He didn’t dodge.

He walked through it.

And as it passed through his body—

Nothing happened.

Because it wasn’t real.

It was fear.

Doubt.

And Leon chose not to believe it.

The fake one stopped.

For the first time, it hesitated.

Leon kept walking.

"I don’t need to control power," he said, voice calm. "I need to remember who I am without it."

He reached the center of the platform.

Placed a hand on the black sphere.

And the Void surged into him.

It didn’t burn.

It didn’t freeze.

It simply was.

And he understood.

Void was not destruction.

It was clarity.

The quiet between everything else.

The sixth mark appeared on his chest—black and silver, shaped like a broken ring.

[Element of Void Acquired]

Elemental Affinity (Void): 77%

Skill Gained: Eclipse Step – Evade attacks by temporarily ceasing presence in space

Passive Gained: Silent Mind – Immune to illusion, emotion, and memory-based manipulation

Status: Sixfold Convergence Achieved

Unlocking: Elemental Crown State

Light returned slowly.

Sound came next.

Leon turned.

The others rushed to him.

Kael stared at the mark. "That’s all six."

Roselia’s expression was unreadable. "You don’t just have balance now."

Aris narrowed her eyes. "You have a choice."

Leon nodded, breathing steady.

"I know."

He looked into the dark behind them.

Because now the Tower itself had noticed him.

And far above, in the unreachable heights of Floor 999...

A new signal pulsed.

A message.

Not from the Hollow.

But from the Architects themselves.

"Begin the Final Sequence."

The elevator to Floor 500 didn’t move like the others.

There were no gears, no pulse, no movement at all.

One moment, Leon stepped inside.

The next, the door opened—and he was somewhere else entirely.

A still, empty field stretched before him. Ash-gray grass rippled under a windless sky. No sun. No stars. Just light without a source. It felt... ancient. Timeless.

He walked forward.

There was no Tower here.

No sector.

Just a single tree.

Dead.

Yet standing tall.

And beneath it sat a man.

Not armored. Not glowing. Just a figure in simple robes the color of fading stormlight. His face was weathered, lined with years far beyond mortal count. His eyes held every element—fire’s warmth, wind’s grace, earth’s weight, water’s depth, lightning’s spark... and the silence of the void.

He didn’t rise as Leon approached.

He only looked at him and gave a faint smile.

"Took you long enough."

Leon stood still. "...Are you the last one?"

The man nodded. "I was."

There was a pause. Not awkward. Just... understood.

"Name?" Leon asked.

The man chuckled quietly. "I’ve had many. The Tower remembers none. Only the role."

He looked up. "Elemental King."

Leon stepped closer.

"But I didn’t rule," the man said, shaking his head. "I didn’t lead. I didn’t sit on a throne."

He tapped his chest.

"I just held it together when no one else could."

Leon looked at his own hands. "And now?"

The man smiled again. Not grandly. Not proudly. Just... gently.

"Now it’s your turn."

There was no light.

No explosion of power.

The man simply reached out.

Pressed his hand to Leon’s chest.

And the mark of all six elements—flame, wind, earth, water, lightning, void—aligned.

Clicked.

Like a lock opening.

The old king exhaled—and vanished like dust in the breeze.

His power didn’t surge into Leon.

It simply... let go.

And in that moment, the Tower recognized him.

A ripple spread through the world.

From Floor 1 to Floor 999, the sectors shifted.

Not in chaos.

In acknowledgment.

Leon stood beneath the silent tree alone.

No crown appeared.

No title etched in stone.

But when he looked at his reflection in the still air, he saw it:

Not just power.

But balance.

And in his heart, a quiet message remained.

"Hold it together when no one else can."

He turned around.

The door to the Hollow reopened.

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