My Charity System made me too OP

Leon activated:

Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo

Karmic Loop: Advanced

Absolute Return

Instead of resisting the time shifts, Leon folded his echoes into them.

Every time Zoth-Urran rewound a second, Leon's Shell Reverb preserved that second's motion, storing it outside of the time loop.

The clash turned into a symphony of stacked momentum.

Fist met bone, bone shattered then reformed.

Staff met runes, runes bent then cracked.

Zoth-Urran adapted — bones splitting into mirrored selves from different timelines, each attacking from a different version of now.

Leon countered with an impossible spin, absorbing the triple-strike through Karmic Loop, and launched a spiraling triple-pulse uppercut.

BOOM!

The Warden's ribcage exploded into splinters — only to reassemble again, slower this time.

Leon was winning the rhythm.

But then—

Zoth-Urran stopped moving.

All at once.

And the entire arena collapsed into a singularity.

A moment in time, paused indefinitely.

Leon couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

[Status Effect: Chrono-Lock. Duration: ∞]

His thoughts were trapped in an eternal instant.

But…

The Origin Pulse in his soul burned quietly. Steadily. It remembered what he could not.

It whispered:

"You are not memory. You are not future. You are presence."

Leon activated his final core fusion.

Destruction Core

Aether Blood Core

Gold Magic Core

Abyss Magic: Sovereign Override

And through their convergence, he forged one singular spell:

Chrono-Null Lance: Yesterday's End

With all his energy, in that single timeless instant, he cast it directly into Zoth-Urran's skull.

There was no explosion.

Only silence.

The Warden's bones fell apart like dust in reverse. Not shattered — unwritten.

[Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 9 Defeated.]

[New Skill Obtained: Temporal Immunity (Passive – Lesser): Immune to forced temporal rewinds under Tier IX]

[Shell Reverb Mastery: 96%]

[You have resisted Chrono-Lock. Mental Resilience increased.]

Leon fell to his knees, panting.

Not from pain — from disconnect. His body was trying to reconcile time again.

Roselia appeared from the spectator ring. She knelt beside him, brushing the dust from his shoulder. "You alright?"

Leon smirked faintly. "Yeah. Just punched a god of time. Need a nap."

Roman crossed his arms. "You don't nap. You blackout."

The arena shifted again.

Only eight remained. And now… the ascension path led toward a throne of stone glass, flickering with illusions.

Leon stood.

"Next."

The arena that formed next was unlike any Leon had faced. It wasn't made of stone, bone, or even matter.

It was thought.

A vast cerebral garden stretched in all directions—fields of blooming neurons, rivers of synaptic light, and skies that whispered fragments of memory. Every step Leon took triggered a flash of thought, a reflection, a whisper from his past.

This was no ordinary battleground. This was a Mind Court—a psychic arena designed to fracture resolve.

At its center floated the next challenger.

A humanoid figure, genderless and robed in a tapestry of thoughts—shifting expressions, words, and emotions stitched across its body like living ink.

Name: Vaer'Zhul the Dreambane

Title: Sovereign of the Mindbloom Court

Race: Unknown | Class: Empathic Architect

Specialty: Mental Overwhelm, Psychic Severing, and Reality Distortion

The instant the bell tolled, Vaer'Zhul raised a single hand, and reality rippled.

Leon blinked—and found himself in his childhood home.

His mother was alive.

Roman was smiling, younger.

Liliana was laughing by a fireplace.

It was perfect.

Too perfect.

Leon growled and clutched his head. "A dream trap…"

He stabbed himself in the leg, the pain ripping him back into the psychic garden.

Vaer'Zhul was waiting. Amused.

"You didn't want to stay in happiness?"

Leon spat blood. "I didn't earn it yet."

Vaer'Zhul's eyes glowed like collapsing stars. "Then earn your escape."

What followed was not a fight of fists—but of identity.

Vaer'Zhul attacked Leon with weapons made of emotion—grief forged into blades, regret turned into whips, and fear molded into chains.

Leon fought back with Shell Reverb—not just his body, but his will.

His mastery of Karmic Loop and Absolute Return allowed him to store emotional feedback from Vaer'Zhul's attacks, returning despair with defiance, agony with clarity.

But each returned attack made Vaer'Zhul evolve.

He was a psychic architect—learning from Leon's responses and reshaping his mindscape accordingly.

Soon, Vaer'Zhul created dozens of mental clones of Leon, each with different flaws—arrogance, doubt, wrath, apathy.

They attacked together.

Leon found himself fighting his own broken reflections.

For every punch he threw, another version countered him.

For every scream, the echoes multiplied.

Leon collapsed to one knee, blood pouring from his ears. His vision warped—real and unreal were blending.

Roselia's voice echoed from the illusion.

"Leon…"

But she wasn't real.

He slammed his fist into the ground.

And drew on the only anchor left—Origin Pulse.

"ENOUGH!" he roared, unleashing Origin Pulse: Echo of Self, stabilizing his consciousness through a single unwavering truth:

"I am Leon. And I do not bow to borrowed peace or false pain."

His aura ignited—Shell Reverb surged to 92% mastery. Tripart Echo pulsed in three-fold rhythm.

Then came the convergence:

Shell Pulse: Absolute Return

Aether Blood Flow: Accelerated Mindstream

Destruction Core: Synaptic Shatter

Gold Magic: Mental Ward Halo

He struck the dream clones one by one—not with power, but with clarity. Each blow dismantled an illusion. Each step reasserted reality.

Finally, he reached Vaer'Zhul.

"You've seen my doubts," Leon growled, "Now feel my truth."

He drove his fist, glowing with Shell Reverb and Origin Pulse, into Vaer'Zhul's core.

The Sovereign shattered.

Not violently—but peacefully. Like a lie letting go.

[Victory: Challenger Leon. Rank 8 Defeated.]

[Skill Obtained: Mental Ward (Passive): Reduces effects of illusion and mental interference by 50%.]

[Shell Reverb Mastery: 94% → 96%]

[Origin Pulse: Harmonization Level Increased.]

Leon fell to the dream grass, panting.

This time, it was Roselia's real hand that touched his.

"You're still you," she said softly.

He nodded. "Barely."

Roman offered a hand. "Next?"

Leon stood.

And faced the arena's growing light.

Only seven remained.

As the mental echoes faded, Leon stepped into a vast, flooded cavern.

Unlike previous arenas, this one had no solid ground.

A dark ocean spread endlessly, with occasional floating platforms of sunken stone and coral. The water didn't move naturally—it pulsed with a heartbeat, as though the arena itself were alive.

Above them hung no ceiling—just a skyless, suffocating void filled with drifting bones and luminous jellyfish.

"Underwater?" Naval muttered from the viewing ledge. "No… worse. Null-pressure subspace. You can't breathe, cast, or even think clearly."

Roselia held her breath, watching Leon drift weightlessly onto the arena's central platform, his boots sticking to the runed stone by his Shell Pulse tension alone.

Then the sea split.

And from the depths emerged a monstrous figure—part leviathan, part centipede, cloaked in ever-churning vapors and stitched with obsidian armor.

Name: Vael'Kriss, Wyrmarch of the Breathless Depths

Type: Depthborn Tyrant

Specialty: Pressure Field Combat, Anti-Magic Zones, Bone-Borne Tidal Manipulation