My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 421: Void Walker III

The gate didn’t shimmer this time.

It cracked.

As Leon and his team stepped forward, the air buzzed with a strange static, like old radio interference. The floor beneath their boots felt fragile—not from weakness, but from age. Older than steel, older than code, older even than the Tower itself.

Roselia glanced around. "This floor feels... wrong."

"Not wrong," Aris murmured, eyes narrowed. "Forgotten."

Ahead, the landscape took shape—an endless expanse of broken columns, rusted machines, and half-buried command pylons. Glowing glyphs blinked erratically across the sky like dying stars. No floor number was displayed. No system announcement greeted them.

Leon stepped onto a cracked dais etched with deep grooves.

[Accessing Floor 517 Root Layer...]

Warning: This floor is no longer under Sovereign governance.

Proceed at your own discretion.

Kael frowned. "That’s new."

Suddenly, a low hum echoed through the space—gentle, not hostile. A ripple of light formed at the center of the ruin, revealing a seated figure.

A woman.

Her features were indistinct—constantly shifting. One moment old, then young, then a mixture of both. Her robes were woven from strands of black and white code that tangled at the edges, never settling. Unlike Vaethir, she bore no crown.

Only a collar, glowing faintly.

She didn’t rise.

She only spoke.

"I was once called Nysera. Sovereign Class-One. Bound to Floors 100–400."

Leon kept his hand near his weapon, but his posture was neutral. "You’re not here to fight."

Nysera shook her head. "Not anymore. Not since I saw the Chain Protocol."

Aris’s voice was low. "She’s like Caythrel."

"No," Nysera said. "Caythrel defected. I... was awakened."

Leon stepped closer. "You know what’s at the top of the Tower."

Nysera’s eyes pulsed silver.

"I know what they want to build. I know what the Chain is."

She raised her hand and, with a flick of her fingers, drew a line of glowing script in the air—a floating hologram of a vertical line, bisected with control nodes. Each one pulsed in sequence, linking floor by floor, top to bottom.

And around it: rings.

Twelve.

"Twelve Sovereigns," Nysera said, "bound together. Not by will—but by the Chain. It links our cognition. Overrides free thought. Makes us tools."

Leon frowned. "Then how are you talking to us freely?"

Nysera’s voice softened. "Because I’ve been disconnected. I found a break in the chain during a synchronization error centuries ago. Ever since then... I’ve lived on this floor. Outside the sequence. I can’t help you directly. But I can give you what the Sovereigns fear most."

Roselia leaned forward. "A weakness?"

Nysera nodded slowly.

"The Chain itself."

A glyph appeared before Leon. A long spiral of commands, locked with heavy encryptions.

[Chain Protocol Signature Acquired: Node-4A – Nysera]

• Progress: 1 / 12

• When all 12 nodes are gathered, Chain Override will become accessible.

Leon stared at it.

"If we break the Chain... what happens?"

Nysera looked at him—really looked.

"Then the Sovereigns will become what they once were. Mortal. Fallible. And free."

Kael stepped forward. "And the Tower?"

Nysera smiled faintly. "It will no longer climb itself. It will no longer write your fate."

Leon gripped the data shard tightly.

He didn’t speak for a long moment.

Then he said: "Where’s the next node?"

Nysera’s body began to flicker, her form fading.

"You’ll find it on Floor 530. But be warned... the next Sovereign is not like me. He still believes. And he is... afraid of you."

Her voice faded with the light.

"Good luck, Crownbearer."

The gate behind the ruins opened without fanfare.

But this time, it led not to the next floor directly...

But to a rest level—a hidden place the Tower rarely offered.

[Hidden Zone: Whispering Sanctuary – Access Granted]

• Regain health, mental clarity, and stabilize your Echo Crown.

• One new Echo Skill may be selected.

Leon sat down quietly at the edge of a stone platform, watching as soft lights drifted like fireflies through the air. Roselia sat beside him, silent.

He finally spoke.

"We’re not just climbing anymore."

Roselia nodded. "We’re unraveling something... ancient."

Aris leaned against a pillar nearby. "Twelve Sovereigns. Twelve links."

Kael cracked his knuckles. "Then we break twelve chains."

Leon stared into the distant sky.

"No."

The others looked at him.

"We don’t break them," Leon said. "We free them."

Floor 518 – The Memory-Locked Duel

The rest zone faded without warning.

No gate. No flash.

Just silence—then a soft pull, like gravity had changed directions.

Leon blinked—and found himself alone, again.

The sky above was dull grey, cracked like ancient porcelain. The ground was stone, black and scuffed with old battle scars, some marked in blood, others in what looked like fractured code.

There were no walls.

No clear edge to the space.

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[Memory Reconstruction – Active]

Subject: Leon

Echo Thread: Dormant Combat Record – Floor 300 (Obsidian Core Trial)

Status: Memory Locked

Commencing Forced Playback.

Leon’s brows furrowed.

He remembered clearing Floor 300. He’d fought through the Obsidian Ant domain, mastered Shell Reverb, and pushed himself through rank after rank.

But there was a gap—

—a moment of blankness in his recollection, like an old scar his mind refused to touch.

Until now.

The air warped.

And then he stepped out.

Not a Sovereign.

Not a Warden.

Not an echo.

But a version of Leon himself—

Armored in obsidian, wrapped in Shellfire flame, his eyes burning with the rage of endless combat.

He wore no Crown.

He carried two weapons.

And his presence—

—it shook the floor.

[Subject Identified: Dormant Leon – Shell Reverb Sync: 84%]

Designation: The One Who Chose Violence

Objective: Determine Stability of Present Self.

Leon drew his blade, slowly.

"Of course," he muttered. "A memory of me I wasn’t proud of."

The other Leon said nothing.

But charged.

They clashed instantly, both Shell Reverb masters.

The Echo version moved with savage precision. No hesitation. No teamwork. Just raw instinct, endless counterattacks, and pressure so overwhelming that even present-day Leon found himself pushed to his limit.

This was the version of him that never stopped to think.

That didn’t hesitate to burn everything for power.

That broke through the Obsidian Ants by brute force, no restraint.

Leon gritted his teeth as he parried strike after strike, breathing heavy. This wasn’t just a duel.

It was a test of identity.

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