My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 419: Void Walker

The platform rose again, carrying Leon and his team into silence. No ambient hum. No elemental pulse. Not even the Tower’s usual pressure.

It was as if the Tower didn’t want them to be here.

The air thickened—not physically, but mentally. Thoughts felt slower. Doubt crept at the edges.

And yet—

Leon stood tall.

The newly evolved Crown of Concord floated above him like a ring of steady light, no longer sharp or heavy, but constant. His presence acted like a quiet flame in the dark—small, but undeniable.

The doors opened.

And for the first time—

They saw a room with no enemy, no terrain, no test.

Just a hallway. Narrow. Straight. Lined with smooth obsidian walls that mirrored their faces—but twisted. Their reflections whispered things they didn’t say. Smiled when they didn’t. Moved when they stood still.

Kael broke the silence. "Illusions?"

"No," Roselia said. "Recordings. Of other versions of us."

Leon nodded. "The Tower’s showing us what might’ve been."

Aris scowled. "Not impressed."

At the end of the hallway stood a single platform. And on it: a console. No guards. No traps. Just a shimmering blue interface flickering with vertical code.

As they approached, the screen flashed.

Welcome, Crownbearer.

Sovereign Protocol Recognition: ERROR. Unauthorized Crown Signature.

Initiating Core Reconciliation...

Then, suddenly, everything froze.

The lights.

The platform.

Even time itself—just for an instant.

And when it resumed...

He was standing there.

Not a projection.

Not a ghost.

A figure draped in sleek black robes, with strands of code dancing from his skin like smoke. His face was partially hidden beneath a crown made not of metal, but data itself—streams of glowing characters formed into arcs of light.

He looked human.

But wasn’t.

"Leon," he said, calmly. "You’ve climbed further than any Crownbearer since the fracture. That demands... explanation."

Leon stepped forward, not blinking. "You’re an Architect."

"Yes."

"You don’t look like the others."

"I’m not."

He tilted his head slightly.

"My name was once Caythrel. Architect Class-Prime, responsible for Floors 401 through 800. And I’m the one who broke rank."

Leon narrowed his eyes. "You defected."

"I evolved."

The others raised their weapons slightly, but Leon gestured them down.

Caythrel nodded in respect.

"I designed floors that tested evolution. But the Sovereigns—those who created the Tower—intervened. They changed the purpose. Twisted the upper levels from a crucible into a prison. Kings weren’t meant to rise. They were meant to fall, so the Tower could harvest their decisions and rewrite them into control mechanisms for the lower worlds."

Leon’s voice was quiet. "You’re saying... we’re climbing a lie."

"Yes," Caythrel answered. "But now, you’ve broken through far enough that the Sovereigns can’t ignore you. They will act soon. But you can win."

"How?"

Caythrel raised a hand.

From the darkness above descended a single data sphere, pulsing with golden light.

"This is the Fracture Key. It opens the first seal placed by the Sovereigns beyond Floor 600. But to use it, you must reach Floor 601 with a stable team, an unbroken Crown, and a Will not yet influenced by Sovereign code."

Kael frowned. "They’re saying they can rewrite your mind?"

"They will try," Caythrel confirmed. "But you, Leon... you’ve endured Soulfire. Echoes. Memory collapse. You’ve even stabilized Crownless fragments. You might be immune."

Leon reached for the Fracture Key.

But Caythrel didn’t let go yet.

"You take this—and you become not just a Crownbearer. You become a signal."

Leon’s voice was steady. "Then let me be loud."

Caythrel released the sphere.

And for a moment—the Tower paused.

Far above, somewhere in the unreachable floors beyond 1000, a presence stirred.

The Sovereigns felt it.

And for the first time in centuries—

They looked down.

Caythrel faded.

Not erased—just removed from this floor, as if stepping between dimensions.

And the door ahead opened.

This time, not with quiet.

With sound.

A slow, rising pulse, like a heartbeat.

The Tower was no longer ignoring them.

It was awake.

And angry.

The gate didn’t open into a floor.

It opened into a mouth.

Not of flesh, but of impossible geometry—an enormous obsidian tunnel ringed by metallic teeth, each humming with a low, alien frequency. The walls pulsed with slow light. The moment Leon stepped in, the floor behind vanished.

There was no path forward.

Only descent.

Leon said nothing as the tunnel drew him and his team downward—faster than a fall, slower than teleportation. It was motion that felt watched.

Then it stopped.

They stood in a black chamber shaped like a massive amphitheater. In its center was a vast crystal sphere, floating above a pedestal of bone-white steel. Dozens of cables hung from the ceiling like spider legs, each one ending in floating glass eyes, blinking in and out of existence.

"Is this a combat floor?" Aris asked, eyes sharp.

"No," Roselia said slowly, "It’s... testing us."

From the crystal sphere came a pulse—a voice, mechanical yet human, ancient yet newborn.

"LEON OF THE CROWN.

YOU HAVE BEEN FLAGGED FOR ANALYSIS.

YOU ARE AN OUTLIER.

AN ANOMALY.

A THREAT."

Kael bristled. "To what?"

The voice replied, calm and clinical.

"TO THE PATTERN."

Without warning, light erupted from the sphere, and one by one, the party was pulled apart. Not physically—but mentally. Each was placed in their own echo chamber, replaying their fears, weaknesses, regrets.

Leon found himself alone, surrounded by a projection of every person he’d failed to save—names long buried. Faces twisted in disappointment. Shadows of old mentors. Rivals who never made it past the middle floors. Entire cities swallowed by floor collapses.

"YOU CLIMB TO SAVE.

YET YOU LET MANY DIE."

The words weren’t cruel.

They were cold observations.

Leon didn’t argue. He just stared through the illusions.

"I didn’t climb to be perfect. I climbed to keep trying."

The voice continued, adjusting its tone.

"YOU CLIMB WITH A TEAM.

YET THEY CANNOT MATCH YOU."

Visions of his allies overwhelmed—Kael dying to a fire construct. Aris getting lost in her own rage. Roselia succumbing to cursed mana. All versions of events that could happen.

Leon closed his eyes.

"They chose to follow. And I chose to trust them."

"UNACCEPTABLE PARAMETERS.

INITIATING RECONSTRUCTION OF BEHAVIORAL CODE."

And suddenly—

The Watcher took shape.

Not as a monster.

As Leon.

Or rather, what the Tower believed Leon should be.

A perfect entity.

Emotionless. Efficient. Alone.

The clone stepped forward, drawing a blade of pure logic. freewebnσvel.cøm

Leon stood, silent.

Then whispered: "You’re what they wanted me to become."

The clone nodded. "And what you must be... to win."

"No," Leon said. "I’m what I chose to become. And that’s enough."

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