My Charity System made me too OP

As the group stood together on the 50th floor, taking in the serene beauty of the silver plains stretching to the horizon, a gentle breeze passed over them—almost as if the Tower itself acknowledged their progress.

Millim cracked her knuckles with a smirk. "So, what's next? Floor 51? Or do we explore this one more thoroughly first?"

Leon glanced at the map floating before him—an advanced interface granted by the Tower's recognition of his World Ruler status. "Floor 50 is a transition floor," he said. "It's where the Tower starts testing ideology and will, not just combat strength."

"Meaning what?" Roselia asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Meaning some of the upcoming challenges won't just be dungeons or bosses," Leon replied. "There'll be now puzzles , leadership scenarios and such "

Roman whistled. "Sounds like the kind of trials meant for rulers… or Kings."

Liliana, now more composed since obtaining the Mystic Queen's legacy, spoke softly. "It makes sense. The Tower seems to shape those who ascend into more than just strong warriors. It creates… pillars of reality. Forces of balance or chaos."

Naval hopped off a crystal boulder and grinned. "Then we better start acting like it. I call dibs on the first realm we rewrite!"

Leon chuckled, but then his expression grew serious. "Actually… we're being watched."

"Ahaha, looks like we've got some good newbies here," said the voice as they stepped out of the dungeon.

"Let's make this simple—hand over all your Ascend Points, as well as your equipment, and then we'll be done here."

Leon and the others paused as they stepped fully out of the dungeon, only to be met with the sight of a large group—around twenty figures—spreading out in front of them like a net.

They wore mismatched armor and cocky grins, a clear mix of mid to high-tier climbers. Most of them were geared with enchanted weapons, while a few in the back radiated faint auras, suggesting they were at least Tier III or IV. One of them even had a cloak that shimmered with spatial magic, probably the leader.

"Looks like they were waiting," Roselia muttered, her hand already drifting toward the hilt of her blade.

"They must've tracked us," Roman added, scanning the group with a hardened gaze. "Typical floor scum—ambushing teams after dungeon runs, hoping they're tired."

Naval scoffed, flipping a dagger in her hand. "Too bad for them, we're just getting warmed up."

Liliana stayed calm, her dark eyes narrowing. The faint golden mark from the Mystic Queen's legacy glowed softly on her palm, unseen under her glove.

Leon didn't say a word at first. He stepped forward, letting the golden insignia of his VIP crest glint in the sunlight. His expression remained unreadable, but there was a sharpness in his eyes now.

"I'll give you five seconds to turn around and walk away," Leon said flatly. "You clearly don't know who you're messing with."

The leader of the looters laughed mockingly. "Oh, we know exactly who you are—VIP or not, you just walked out of a dungeon. You're low on mana, gear's probably worn, and you're tired. We've done this before."

Leon gave him a small smile. "So have we. Only, we don't lose."

The bandit leader raised a hand, signaling his group to surround them completely. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But guts won't save you."

"Neither will ignorance," Leon replied calmly. He cracked his neck once, slowly drawing his sword—a sleek black-bladed weapon that shimmered with an ethereal glow.

Roman stretched his arms lazily, cracking his knuckles. "I've been hoping for a warm-up before the next floor."

Roselia slid her hand along her blade as violet energy flared around her. "Let's see if they last longer than the last group."

Milim, grinning ear to ear, hovered a few inches off the ground as her aura exploded outward with barely contained chaos. "Finally! I was getting bored."

Naval vanished from sight with a shimmer, already moving into position for a backstab. Liliana stood silent, but the shadows behind her twisted unnaturally—waiting.

"Looks like you've made your choice," Leon said quietly as his sword pulsed with golden light. His World Ruler aura briefly flickered into view—enough to make the air feel heavier.

One of the bandits took a step back instinctively. "Wait... that aura..."

But it was too late.

In a flash, the battlefield ignited.

Roman charged forward like a bullet, smashing into three enemies at once with his heavy fists, knocking two of them unconscious with the sheer impact. Roselia followed close behind, her blade weaving deadly arcs through their formation with graceful precision.

Milim cackled wildly as she unleashed a storm of raw destructive force, sending several enemies flying with a wave of explosive energy. "Come on! Don't die too fast!"

From the shadows, Naval's daggers struck true—disabling spellcasters and those who tried to retreat. Her movements were a blur, and by the time they noticed her, it was already over.

Liliana raised a hand, and tendrils of dark illusion magic wrapped around the minds of several bandits, causing them to see terrifying mirages. They screamed and stumbled, disoriented and helpless.

And in the center of it all stood Leon—his movements controlled, precise, and terrifyingly efficient. With every strike, his blade released a wave of golden energy that disrupted enchantments and shattered barriers.

Within moments, the confident twenty-man ambush was reduced to groaning bodies and unconscious thugs strewn across the field.

The leader, trembling and barely able to stand, tried to crawl away—only to find Milim standing over him, her eyes glowing with fiery energy.

"Leaving so soon?" she said with a playful tone that didn't match the threat in her aura.

Leon approached slowly and knelt beside the trembling man. "Remember this lesson," he said coldly. "Greed makes people blind. But trying to rob a World Ruler… that makes you a fool."

He stood up and turned to his team. "Let's go. We've wasted enough time."

As the group walked away from the battlefield, the bandits were left behind—defeated, broken, and with a story no one would believe.

Roselia smirked. "You think we'll get more of those?"

Leon smiled faintly. "Probably."

Milim laughed. "Good. I could use a few more warm-ups."