My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 340: Fighting XVII

The arena for Rank 22 was different. It wasn't wide. It wasn't open.

It was a maze—a labyrinth of obsidian glass and fractured reflections, every corridor a shard of someone else's nightmare. And the air? Still. Heavy. Deceptively quiet. Like holding your breath too long underwater.

Leon stepped inside alone.

There was no fanfare this time. No announcer's voice. No elder's presence.

Just a whisper behind the walls:

"He cannot die… until you forget."

Then came the thrum.

Like a heart beating behind the glass.

The torches flared—and he saw him.

A man wrapped in bone-white armor, faceless, nameless, holding twin greatswords taller than Leon himself. His presence sent a ripple through the glass around them, warping reflections. His title glowed in runes above his head:

Rank 22: Sleepless Shatter — He Who Must Be Forgotten

And then… the world reset.

Leon struck first—he always did.

Using Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo, he launched into a three-part assault—jab, sweep, rising knee. Each hit landed squarely, rattling through the Shatter's armor.

The warrior staggered back.

Leon followed through—staff blazing with Goldfire Pulse and Aetherlash, striking a deep wound into the enemy's side.

Blood splattered.

[Target Vitality Critically Compromised]

Leon went for the finishing blow—

And the world reset.

Exactly one second before the final strike, Leon found himself back at the entrance to the maze. No wound. No sign of damage on the Shatter. No progress.

But Leon remembered.

"He resets the timeline?" Leon muttered, teeth clenched. "No. Not time… memory."

As long as anyone remembers his name, he cannot die.

Leon had no choice.

"A fight against erasure…"

The second attempt, Leon used a different approach. Rather than striking directly, he started scanning the arena—every mirrored surface, every reflection, looking for the core memory sigils that kept the Shatter alive.

Because it wasn't just a fight of force anymore. This was a battle against a mnemonic curse.

He clashed with the Shatter again. Sword met staff in a brutal volley of sparks and shrieking metal. Even with Leon's enhanced Shell Pulse and Body Force, each clash felt like colliding with a steel memory—unyielding, forgotten by time.

But slowly, Leon began to break the anchors.

He shattered three reflective sigils scattered through the maze—each one dissolving a fragment of the Shatter's presence.

[1/7 Memory Anchors Destroyed]

[2/7…]

[3/7…]

Each time he destroyed one, the Sleepless Shatter slowed.

His movements dulled.

But then came the punishment.

On the fourth anchor, Leon hesitated.

The sigil showed a reflection of Roman, wounded and dying. Another showed Roselia crumbling to ash. The sigils were forged from his own memories.

To destroy them… he had to forget them.

"You bastard…" Leon whispered. "You want me to give up who I am to win?"

The Shatter surged forward with unnatural speed, blades ablaze with anti-memory fire.

Leon fought back with a roar—combining Abyss Mana, Destruction Core, and Shell Reverb: Absolute Return into a single, perfect echo strike. A blast of force that sent the Shatter flying.

He raised his staff again.

"Then I won't forget them. I'll overwrite you instead."

He activated Origin Anchor.

The battlefield flooded with golden-blue glyphs—his foundational identity forged through a thousand battles. Each memory he'd earned—each bond, each loss—stood against the erasure.

The Shatter charged again, slower now.

Leon whispered, "Be forgotten."

And with a final strike—

Destruction Magic: Oblivion Sever

Shell Reverb: Absolute Return — Recursive Break

He impaled the Shatter through the chest.

The blade of the staff tore through every memory node the creature held.

One by one, the sigils broke.

Then the name above the enemy's head… flickered.

And vanished.

The maze shattered.

The arena reformed.

The voice finally returned:

[Victory: Rank 22 — The Sleepless Shatter Defeated.]

[You have resisted erasure: Memory Integrity +12%]

Level Up: 614 → 616]

Leon stood in the center, silent for a moment.

He remembered everything.

And made damn sure no one would ever forget him.

"Next," he said quietly. "Rank 21."

Rank 21 – The Thorned Judicator of the Obsidian Throne

The Obsidian Ant Arena was silent again—eerily so.

After the memory-warping nightmare of the Sleepless Shatter, Leon stepped into the next chamber with a sharpened awareness. The air here was neither warm nor cold. It was exact. Balanced. Judging. As if reality itself awaited his next move to decide whether it should accept or reject him.

The ground was smoother than before—obsidian polished to a mirror sheen. Above him loomed a high-backed throne, jagged and throned with black thorns that pulsed like veins.

And sitting on it…

A tall, wiry figure cloaked in layers of ceremonial armor—black enamel over bone-white plating. Crimson cords wrapped his arms, and his face was hidden behind a cracked mask carved from stone.

Above him, floating in crimson glyphs:

Rank 21: Thorned Judicator – Karm, Echo of Guilt

His voice rang out like a gavel.

"Leon, bearer of Destruction, wielder of Shell Reverb, and stained with war."

"I am the record of every wound you have dealt in unjust wrath… and every mercy you failed to give."

Leon narrowed his eyes. "Let me guess. You hit me with my own sins?"

Karm rose, dragging a staff made of obsidian thorns behind him. "No. I weigh them. And if they exceed your merits... I execute."

The battle began not with blades—but with revelation.

Glyphs exploded across the battlefield—memories of Leon's past attacks, simulations of times he struck too hard, times he killed without knowing if the enemy could have surrendered. Each memory formed spectral echoes—ghosts of his past enemies.

Leon gritted his teeth as he faced a reflection of the early battle with Tur'Zhan, the near-fatal blow to Roman when under World Destroyer Berserk, and the moment he chose not to heal a fallen enemy in a dungeon because it was "too risky."

Karm raised his staff.

"Judgment Level: Seven Sins Detected. Penalty Phase Activated."

Seven phantom warriors surrounded Leon, attacking in perfect synchronicity—each one with his own prior fighting style.

Shell Reverb flared, intercepting and rewriting kinetic patterns, but the echoes knew his moves. He countered one, only for another to backstrike with the same technique he used against Xa'Roj.

They're learning… from me.

He triggered Shell Pulse: Echo of Origin, clearing the ring with a pulse that knocked the illusions back.

But the Judicator had already entered the second phase.