My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 205 : Blood King Tournament III

"So, this is the reason why the ritual has to take place every 500 years, huh?" Leon said.

Millim nodded. "Yes. The safe period is between 600 to 800 years, depending on the Blood King's strength. However, it rarely lasts beyond 800 years due to the mental deterioration of the King.

"That's why the ritual is held every 500 years—to prevent an unstoppable monster from being born."

Ken, who had been silent, finally spoke. "So, to maintain balance, your family has to kill its own rulers when they go too far?"

Millim nodded grimly. "Exactly. It's why no Blood King has ruled for more than a few centuries. And it's also why my family is feared, not just by outsiders, but even by our own kind."

Leon exhaled. "And now this tournament is happening on Blood Island… I assume it's not just for fun?"

Millim shook her head. "No. The tournament is a front. In reality, it's also a test—to determine who is worthy of inheriting the Blood King's power."

"Whew… a test to determine who will inherit the madness," Leon said as Millim shrugged.

"Though I might question the design of the ritual, if it's what keeps your family from falling apart, then I don't know what to say," Roman added.

"In the Daemon World, it's much worse," Roselia remarked.

Leon nodded. "Of course, we can't question the methods your family uses to survive. So instead, we'll just help you."

The others nodded in agreement.

***

Soon, a week passed by as the Day of the tournament arrived.

The group stood at the edge of the teleportation circle, carved into the stone floor with ancient markings glowing in deep crimson. The energy pulsing from it carried an eerie weight—thick, almost suffocating, as if drenched in centuries of bloodshed.

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Millim stepped forward first, her expression unreadable. "Once we activate this, there's no turning back until the tournament is over."

Leon smirked. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Naval cracked her knuckles. "Hope this place lives up to the hype."

Roselia adjusted her gloves. "It will. Blood King Island isn't just a battleground; it's a relic of the past, a place where the strongest vampires have fought and died for supremacy."

Ken, still cloaked in his Dark Pope robes, studied the inscriptions. "This magic is old. Not just ancient—primordial. It was forged in an era where only the ruthless survived."

Liliana shivered slightly as she crossed her arms. "Sounds welcoming."

Millim raised her hand, channeling her mana into the center of the circle. The runes flared to life, shifting from crimson to deep black, swallowing the surrounding light. A powerful force yanked at their bodies, and in an instant, they were gone.

The world shifted around them. The scent of iron and salt filled their lungs as they emerged onto a desolate island. The sky above was a deep shade of crimson, as though permanently locked in twilight. Towering obsidian mountains surrounded them, and rivers of dark red water snaked through the land—blood mixed with mana, sustaining the cursed soil.

The ground beneath them was black stone, carved with intricate patterns resembling veins. The oppressive aura of past battles still lingered, whispering in the wind like distant echoes of war.

Naval whistled. "Well… this is cozy."

Millim's gaze hardened. "Welcome to Blood King Island."

In the distance, at the center of the island, stood the grand Colosseum of Kings. A massive structure carved from black marble, its towering walls bore the scars of countless battles. Red banners with the Gravis family crest hung from its pillars, their fabric tattered by the passing centuries.

Leon grinned. "Now this is more like it."

Roselia, her expression unusually serious, scanned the horizon. "We're not alone."

Figures moved along the pathways leading to the Colosseum—other participants, warriors from different vampire clans and allied races, all drawn by the lure of power.

And among all the groups, one thing was common—their leaders wore black clothes with a red crown on their heads, just like Millim. Meanwhile, their retainers wore red clothes with a black crown.

"All participants, welcome," a deep voice echoed across the battlefield as a stern-looking figure stepped forward, surveying each contender.

"The rules are simple: kill or be killed. Only one group will leave here alive, led by one royal family. The rest… will perish."

The air grew heavier with tension as warriors exchanged wary glances.

"Let the battle begin!" the announcer declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

Instantly, the ground trembled as a massive barrier surrounded the battlefield, sealing everyone inside. There was no escape—only the fight for survival.

"They can't monitor us here, can they?" Leon asked as each group dashed away, maintaining distance.

"No, they can't," Millim replied as Leon nodded and began to open the rift gate.....But nothing happened.

"Damn it… I guess even this place is sealed too," he muttered, realizing his Rift Gate wouldn't activate. He had planned to send them through the Rift Gate while waiting for others princes or princesses to fight—allowing others to fight and letting a single opponent survive to claim the tournament. But now, the Rift Gate was not opening.

"Okay, seems like I have to take care of this space sealing array first," he sighed, preparing for battle. "No shortcuts this time."

"Okay, plan changed," Leon said as the others let him take the lead. "I have to go alone and find the space-sealing one first. Only then can I activate the Rift Gate."

He turned to Millim. "You focus on passing this test while keeping an eye on your royal siblings. If any of them try something, be ready."

Millim nodded, her expression serious. "Understood. But be careful—whoever placed the space seal isn't weak."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Leon said as he snapped his fingers, summoning four Tier III Black Knights. "Keep them with you," he instructed before leaving.

Now, Millim, Naval, Liliana, Roselia, Ken, and Roman had to survive without him. However, they weren't weak—Roman and Ken, in particular, were powerful. While they weren't as strong as Leon, they were more than capable of holding their own.