My Charity System made me too OP

The Harbinger summoned tendrils of entropic energy, shrouds of anti-magic, reverse-time pulses—but Leon adapted, broke through them one by one. He bled—but never stopped.

He shifted mid-fight, tapping deeper into the Voidbreaker Legacy—an ability he had barely begun to grasp—channeling the very essence of a dying cosmos into his strikes.

And finally—

The Harbinger tried to vanish, splitting into a thousand fragments.

Leon closed his eyes.

"—Collapse."

And cut once.

A singularity formed at the point of impact, dragging in all the Harbinger's fragments before compressing them to a point—and then obliterating them.

Silence followed.

The battlefield lay in ruin.

Leon stood in the center of the crater, his sword humming low, eyes still burning with the echo of victory.

Behind him, his team slowly stirred. Wounded, but alive.

And high above the Tower—

A distant observer, cloaked in cosmic veils, marked Leon's name in a list written in stardust and fate.

"The new Voidbreaker has passed his first trial."

Far beyond the battlefield—across the fractured edges of reality, within a sanctum hidden even from the gods—a figure cloaked in robes stitched from starlight and blackhole silk leaned over an ethereal scroll.

Leon's name now glowed faintly, marked not only as a Voidbreaker, but also as a potential Champion.

A flick of the cloaked one's hand, and countless other names shimmered in the air—each a possible bearer of the Champion's Crown, each now placed under direct observation after what had happened with the betrayer.

The Betrayal of the Former Champion, known only as the Wretched Flame, had shaken the very foundations of the ancient order. A being once chosen to defend existence had turned on it instead—feeding forbidden truths to the Abominations in exchange for power beyond even fate's design.

And now? The Eyes of Ascendancy, a secret faction of ancient seers and watchers, had returned from dormancy.

"Monitor all current candidates," a voice echoed through a crystal array of floating minds, each tethered by streams of celestial energy.

"Especially the Voidbreaker. Especially Leon."

"He defeated a Harbinger alone," one of the seers whispered. "That is not merely strength. That's resonance. He's already syncing with the Old Legacy."

Another spoke, their voice like shifting mirrors.

"But if he strays even an inch toward the path of the Betrayer…"

"We end him," said the first one coldly. "Immediately."

And so they watched.

Through reflections, through fate-warped insects, through dreams and flickers of magic hidden even from Leon himself—his steps were now cataloged, his emotions analyzed, his battles recorded.

Each action judged against a scale no mortal had ever seen.

Back on the battlefield, Leon stood atop the Harbinger's remains. He hadn't sensed the watching eyes, nor heard the threads of fate twisting ever tighter around his name. But a subtle pressure—it began to grow.

Not from the enemies he'd face.

But from expectations he didn't even know had been placed on him.

Somewhere deep inside his Voidbreaker Mark, a second seal flickered quietly… not yet opened, but near.

And as his allies recovered, Roselia looked at him with new awe, and whispered under her breath:

Leon's gaze was sharp—focused not just on the battlefield, but inward, where the second seal of the Voidbrand had begun to glow with an eerie radiance.

"...It's like the more I erase these Abominations and their spawn—the more reality bends in response. Like I'm rewriting pieces of the world just by existing," he muttered, voice low but firm. "The first seal gave me the power of the Voidbreaker... energy that can cut through existence and even burn away what was never meant to be."

Then he clenched his hand as dark runes spiraled across his forearm, partially ignited.

"But this second seal..." he continued, watching as it surged with 36% resonance. "It feels heavier. Not just destruction—correction."

Roman, arms crossed and still catching his breath, narrowed his eyes. "It took slaying a Harbinger just to push it a third of the way. If that's the pace… then unlocking the full second seal will mean facing things far beyond even that."

"And each time," Roselia added, stepping up beside Leon, "you'll grow stronger—but also further from us. You realize that, don't you?"

Leon gave a soft, almost tired smirk. "Power like this… it always has a price. But I'm not walking away."

" I will always take you guys with me" He added

Liliana, who had been scanning the remains of the Harbinger with her relic lens, suddenly spoke. "This thing… it wasn't just some random commander. It carried something. A fragment of memory—linked to the original invaders. Whatever you're syncing with through these seals, Leon… it's not just the Tower anymore. It's something older."

Naval raised an eyebrow. "You saying these seals aren't from this realm?"

"No," Leon replied, his voice suddenly distant, like he was remembering something ancient. "They're not. They're from the first war—the one even the Tower tries to forget. The war that shattered the Outer Rings of Reality."

As the second seal of the Voidbrand pulsed gently beneath Leon's skin, the group gathered at the edge of the decayed battlefield—silent, scorched, and twisted by the presence of the Harbinger now slain.

Smoke still coiled from shattered stones, and dark ichor that didn't belong to any known creature hissed as it evaporated in the sunless sky above the Tower floor.

They sat near a broken outpost—once part of the Tower's early explorer networks—now reclaimed by Void corruption.

Roman tossed a cracked canteen to the side, breaking the silence.

"Anyway, let's return and report back to Association. We can think about whether this new power of Leon's is good or not later," he said, and the others nodded in agreement.

As the group began their return trek through the broken terrain—scarred with remnants of the recent battle—an eerie stillness hung in the air. The traces of the Harbinger's corrupted presence lingered faintly, like smog clinging to the edges of reality. But there was also something else now… a faint hum in the air, resonating around Leon like ripples in a still pond.