My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 257: Battle Arena

Roman finally turned, his eyes glowing faintly. "Say what you want. When she rips your enemies apart with a thousand vines and poisons their souls for eternity, you'll be the ones begging for her help."

Leon raised a hand. "Yeah, yeah. But until then, keep your undead queen from rooting into our rations."

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The group laughed, the tension from the battle finally melting away.

"Hm, what is this?" Naval said, pausing as they returned to their home base. There was an emblem sealed onto the door.

"What's that?" Roselia asked as Naval stepped closer and touched it. A projection activated.

A black veil obscured the face of the figure in the image, and then a voice echoed forth from the projection.

"Hello, Mr. Leon. My name is Arvaibg Galloen, and I hail from the upper floors—specifically, the 146th. Your recent actions have caught our attention. We would like to formally invite you to join our organization: the Twin Sacred Swords."

The projection flickered briefly, then solidified with a sigil glowing behind the veiled figure—two swords crossed over an eye of flame.

Everyone exchanged glances, their laughter replaced with curiosity and tension once again.

Leon narrowed his eyes at the projection, his expression calm but thoughtful. The mention of the 146th floor meant whoever sent this message wasn't just strong—they were among the elites of the tower.

"The Twin Sacred Swords, huh?" Roman muttered, arms crossed. "Never heard of them… but then again, most factions up there don't waste time with the lower floors."

Roselia frowned. "And yet, they contacted us directly. That means they've been watching us. Carefully."

Naval raised a brow, smirking. "Should we be flattered or creeped out?"

Milim leaned forward, her hands behind her head. "Sounds fun to me! If they're strong, I say we beat them up and then decide."

Liliana, ever calm, studied the sigil in the projection. "This symbol… it's old. I think the Mystic Queen mentioned them once. Not much detail—just that they enforce order, sometimes violently."

The projection continued:

"We have no interest in harming your group. Quite the opposite. Our Order has existed for centuries within the tower, protecting the balance between floors and keeping dangerous powers in check. But recently, that balance has begun to shift… and you, Leon, are a major piece in that change."

"We extend this invitation not as a threat… but as an opportunity. The 150th floor approaches. So does what lies beyond. You'll need allies. Think on it."

With that, the projection shimmered and vanished, leaving behind only the glowing sigil—which slowly faded from the door.

Leon stood silently for a moment before turning to the group. "Thoughts?"

Roman shrugged. "We can handle ourselves. But if what they said is true, we might need to at least see what they're about."

"Or test their strength," Milim added, cracking her knuckles.

Liliana nodded. "Gathering information won't hurt. But we should be cautious."

Leon gave a short nod. "Alright. We'll continue climbing for now—but if they show up again, we'll be ready. If they want to see what we're capable of… then let them."

Naval grinned. "Now that's the Leon I know."

The climb resumed in earnest.

With their sharpened skills, upgraded gear, and Liliana's newfound legacy powers, most challenges below the 100th floor no longer posed a threat. Enemies that once demanded caution now fell swiftly, their tactics and strength far behind the evolving force Leon and his companions had become.

Soon, they stepped through the teleportation gate onto the 101st floor—and immediately, something felt different.

The air was still. The towering gate behind them shimmered for a moment and locked shut. Ahead, instead of an open floor or winding dungeon hallways, they were met with rows of enforcers—nearly two dozen armored individuals standing in formation. Their armor bore insignias of various tower affiliations: black helms marked with sigils of the Tower Association, shining crests of Floor Guardians, and even a few runed visors that looked like fusions of magic and technology.

Leon's brows furrowed.

"...Is there a problem?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with authority.

A tall man with a sharp goatee and mustache stepped forward. His armor shimmered with violet enchantments, and a silver badge pulsed on his shoulder. He gave Leon a respectful but cautious nod.

"This is common protocol for everyone who steps onto the 101st floor," the man said. "We're part of the Ascension Verification Division. We perform full examinations for identity confirmation and power scans, especially for individuals who might pose threats—or those impersonating high-value individuals."

Leon narrowed his eyes. "Impersonating… me?"

The man nodded gravely. "Yes. Your name has circulated through the internal tower networks. Rumors, whispers, and... reports. There's been at least three fake Leons encountered across lower floors recently, each boasting wild claims."

Roman raised a brow. "Since when did you get copycats?"

Leon didn't answer immediately, though a flash of amusement crossed his face.

Naval snorted. "Guess you're famous now, huh?"

The enforcer continued, voice lowering slightly, "Only I know your face and real identity—officially. Most of my men do not. That's why this process is necessary. We mean no offense, but this is standard for elite-tier ascenders now. We will escort you to the side facility. There, we'll run identification scans—magical, spiritual, and technological. Your cooperation will ensure quick clearance."

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I see. You realize the real me won't be thrilled with this kind of treatment."

The officer offered a tired smile. "Protocol doesn't care about pride, unfortunately."

Leon chuckled lightly and nodded. "Very well. Let's get this over with."

The group was guided through a secure tunnel, where glowing glyphs pulsed across the walls. The facility wasn't overly large, but it was refined—a perfect blend of magic and sci-fi, with floating rune mirrors, scanning orbs, and voice-linked crystal conduits.

Each member of the group stood in a designated chamber, where they were scanned from head to soul. Liliana's legacy nearly overloaded one of the spirit sensors. Roman's undead essence caused the necro-barriers to flare. Naval vanished twice before her scan finished.

Leon, however, was the main focus.

As the scans began, the magic arrays glowed brilliant violet. Lines of power traced along his body, and a centralized crystal projected layers of his ascended stats, abilities, and spiritual marks.

One of the enforcers watching muttered, "...He's real. That's the real one."