My Charity System made me too OP

Leon and his team didn't rest long. The moment Floor 603 stabilized, the system cleared the path forward. And unlike the reflective, quiet nature of the Causal Gate, Floor 604 didn't wait for the climbers to be ready.

It pulled them in.

No portal glow. No system announcement. One moment they stood on the safe return platform of Floor 603—next, they were falling.

They landed hard, not on stone or steel, but ash.

A vast plain stretched in every direction, blanketed in scorched earth and black sand. The air was heavy, hot, humming faintly with a vibration deep underfoot. In the sky above, three crimson moons loomed, orbiting slowly.

The system chimed softly as they stood.

[Welcome to Floor 604 – The Outer Trial]

Zone Type: Trial of Extension

Participants: Full Party

Challenge Mode: Endurance / Engagement Lock

Floor Traits:

– Magic Suppression: 40%

– Physical Fatigue Multiplier: x1.7

– Respawn Disabled

– External Reinforcement Denied

Goal: Reach the Core Fortress at the Ash Span's center

Warning: Trial scale adapts to group capability.

Danger Level: SOVEREIGN+

"System's not playing around this time," Naval muttered, brushing ash off his coat.

"No portals, no shortcuts," Kael said, narrowing his eyes. "Whatever's ahead… we walk to it."

Leon remained silent for a moment. Then, without a word, he started walking toward the faint shimmer on the horizon.

Milim, grinning, followed immediately. "Well, I always said I wanted a good run."

Roselia and Roman exchanged looks before moving.

The team fell in step, boots crunching softly on the scorched earth.

They didn't face enemies immediately.

The first few hours were quiet—just the sound of wind, heavy breathing, and the occasional deep rumble in the distance.

But the suppression effects started early.

Naval's magical perception began to blur. Kael's mana regen halved. Even Roselia's spiritual shielding felt thin. Roman and Milim, the most physically focused, seemed less affected—but the fatigue curve was real. It wore down on them in slow, grinding steps.

And then came the first guardian.

It rose from the ash without warning—a Giant of Chains, its body made of bound bones and rusted steel. Nearly 20 meters tall, its mouth stitched shut, its chest open to reveal a ticking, exposed core.

Leon didn't wait.

"Kael, left. Naval, suppress the core field. Roselia, wall Milim. Roman—frontline."

They moved instantly.

Shell Reverb flared from Leon's side, not in an echo burst, but as Pulse Guidance—feeding combat tempo to the rest of the team. Every move he made created a rhythm. Every shift in stance shaped the battle's flow.

Naval surged mana into the earth, disrupting the core's magnetic zone. Roselia blocked the first strike with her shield—arms trembling, but holding. Roman dashed around the side, dragging his blade in the ash, heating it until it pulsed gold.

Milim blurred forward—and struck the exposed core in a single punch.

The giant fell. But the ash didn't settle.

Because behind it… came more.

Second Trial Hour – 3 Guardian Waves Cleared

Each wave adjusted.

New constructs. New forms. One bound by sound, one floating and immune to direct force. One that mimicked Roselia's shield style. Each wave demanded a different tactical change—and with each, the team bled more stamina, more mana, more time.

Kael was already breathing heavy by hour five. Naval's hands trembled from continuous recalculations.

But Leon never slowed.

He called the formations.

He filled the timing gaps.

He made space where there was none.

By hour eight, they reached the Edge Plateau—a wide, cratered plain surrounding the central fortress.

And that's when the sky split.

The moons aligned—and from their convergence descended the Outer Warden.

It didn't walk.

It floated—a humanoid form wrapped in metallic wings, its face covered by a mirror mask, hands glowing with layered law symbols. It didn't speak. But the system did.

Outer Trial Final Segment Initiated

Boss: Warden-Kin, Echo Variant

Form Type: Construct of Rejected Ascendants

Traits:

– Shell Pulse Imitation

– Reflective Lawfield

– Adaptive Combat Memory

Victory Condition: Break the Fortress Gate Core

Leon narrowed his eyes. "It's not a duel."

Roselia raised her shield. "It's a race."

Roman smirked. "Then let's run through it."

The fight wasn't just a brawl. It was a full sprint through shifting terrain—lava spouts, collapsing cliffs, wall-mounted turrets.

The Warden attacked while floating parallel to the group, mimicking Leon's own Echo styles. Every move they made was returned. Every tactic reused.

But the Warden didn't learn faster.

Leon just learned deeper.

He predicted its pattern feedback. Broke rhythm mid-combat to throw off its copy mechanics. Used Pulse Drift Alignment to force a temporal mismatch—and finally triggered Spiral Independence, creating a field where imitation broke down.

Kael disabled the first wall. Naval pierced the core shield.

Milim shattered the gate with a flying strike.

And with a final blow, Leon smashed the central echo with Shell Reverb: Origin Loop.

Trial Cleared – Floor 604 Complete

Advancement Unlocked

Party Integrity: Maintained

Fatigue Index: High

Reward Pool: Available

Floor 604 – Claimed by Builder's Ascendancy

As the fortress crumbled behind them and the trial winds faded, the system offered a message:

You are no longer adapting to the Tower.

The Tower is adapting to you.

Leon exhaled slowly, turning to his team—bloodied, tired, but standing.

He looked to the next gate forming ahead, floating above a now-quiet plain.

Then he spoke, quiet but certain.

The gate didn't open like the others.

It cracked.

Like glass under pressure.

When Leon touched it, a single word appeared, etched in red across the gate's surface:

Remnant.

Then it shattered.

And they were pulled in—not as a team, not as one group—but scattered.

Split.

Leon landed hard.

Not in a dungeon. Not on a platform. But in the middle of a battlefield—one frozen in time.

Burning sky.

Broken flags.

Ruined machines half-buried in mud and blood.

Bodies that didn't decay… and didn't move.

He stood up slowly, scanning the field. He could still feel Roselia's link faintly through the team bond—but it was weak, delayed, like trying to call someone across dimensions.

He reached for the system.

[Welcome to Floor 605 – The War That Never Ended]

Zone Type: Temporal Remnant – Event Reconstruction

Mode: Solo Adaptation

Restrictions: Party Severed / Communication Limited

Objective: Resolve the Cause of Conflict

Challenge: Choose a Side / End the Cycle

Danger Rating: Catastrophic

Law Entropy Detected – Core Instability Rising

Leon frowned.