My Charity System made me too OP

Brook McLane, the leader of the Thunder Slammers, is renowned not only for his remarkable feat of elevating a Level Zero guild to one of the top five guilds on the first floor but also for his unique class.

His class, the Legendary-grade Molten Blood Knight, is exceptionally rare. It combines immense defensive capabilities with high offensive power, making it one of the most versatile classes. This all-rounder class allows Brook to excel both as a tank and as a DPS, adapting seamlessly to various combat roles.

Brook, at the front of the group, raised his hand to signal a halt. "We're entering the first chamber," he said, his voice low but firm. "Stay sharp. The Death Knights won't give us a warm welcome."

The group nodded, gripping their weapons tightly.

As they stepped into the massive chamber, their eyes fell upon a squad of Death Knights clad in blackened armor, their eyes glowing with an unholy red light. Behind them stood two Liches, their skeletal hands already weaving the beginnings of dark spells.

Brook barked orders, "Form up! Frontline, hold the Death Knights! Mages and archers, take out those Liches before they unleash anything nasty!"

The adventurers scrambled into formation, their training kicking in.

Drake stepped forward, unsheathing his longsword. The runes along the blade flared to life, casting an eerie blue glow. "Let me handle the Death Knights," he said calmly, his voice cutting through the tension.

Milly moved to higher ground, drawing her bow as golden magical energy coalesced around her. "I'll cover the casters," she said, already loosing an enchanted arrow that streaked toward one of the Liches.

Liam twirled his staff, his grin widening as crimson energy crackled around him. "Let's see how well these undead handle blood magic," he muttered, stepping back slightly to focus on weaving a powerful spell.

The battle erupted in a cacophony of steel, magic, and unholy shrieks.

Drake charged forward, his blade meeting the first Death Knight's greatsword in a thunderous clash. With fluid movements, he parried and countered, the runes on his sword glowing brighter with each strike. He moved like a tempest, each swing precise and devastating. A spinning slash carved through one Death Knight, sending its decaying body crumbling to the floor.

Milly's arrows rained down from above, each one glowing with golden light. Her precision was unmatched, each shot disrupting the Liches' spellcasting and forcing them on the defensive. Switching seamlessly between her bow and armament spells, she created barriers to shield the frontlines from incoming dark magic.

Meanwhile, Liam raised his staff, chanting words of power. Crimson veins of energy shot from the ground, ensnaring a group of skeletal minions attempting to flank the adventurers. The blood magic pulsed, draining the undead of their dark energy and feeding it back into Liam, who unleashed it in a devastating wave of crimson fire.

Brook and Yelena, fighting alongside their guildmates, couldn't help but glance at the trio with a mix of awe and disbelief. Their skill and power were unlike anything they had seen before.

As the last Death Knight fell and the Liches disintegrated under the onslaught of magic and arrows, the chamber fell silent. The adventurers caught their breath, exchanging glances of relief and triumph. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Brook stepped forward, surveying the aftermath. "Good work, everyone," he said, his voice carrying a note of respect. He turned to Drake, Milly, and Liam. "You three... you're something else. If this is what you can do in the first chamber, we might just have a chance."

Drake wiped the blood and ichor from his blade, his expression calm. "We're just getting started."

Milly smirked, lowering her bow. "I hope the rest of this dungeon is more of a challenge."

Liam, leaning casually on his staff, grinned. "Let's keep moving. The revenant's waiting, and I'm not wondering how strong he is."

The group pressed onward, the air growing colder as they delved deeper into the catacombs. The sounds of distant wails and the faint clatter of bones echoed through the corridors, a grim reminder of the challenges yet to come.

The raid party advanced cautiously through the dark, winding corridors of the Wailing Catacombs. Every step brought them closer to the Sword Revenant's chamber, and the oppressive aura of death grew heavier. The next chamber loomed ahead, its wide archway carved with ominous glyphs. Brook raised his fist to halt the group.

"We've got company," he said grimly, pointing to the shadows within the chamber.

As the party stepped closer, the undead forces waiting inside became clear: towering Death Knights flanked by skeletal warlocks, and at the center, a pair of Arch-Liches cloaked in roiling black energy. Their bony hands clutched ornate staffs, and their hollow eyes glowed with malice.

Brook turned to the group. "Same strategy as before—frontline holds the Death Knights, ranged focuses on the casters. Be ready for curses. These Arch-Liches won't go down without a fight."

Drake stepped forward, his longsword shimmering with power. "We'll handle the Arch-Liches," he said firmly, nodding to Milly and Liam.

Brook hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. But keep them from interfering with the rest of the fight."

The raid party charged into the chamber, and chaos erupted.

The Death Knights met the frontliners with thunderous clashes of steel, their massive weapons swinging with unrelenting force. Brook charged into the fray, his Molten Blood Knight abilities igniting his sword with molten flames. Each swing sent fiery arcs through the air, forcing the undead back. His armor glowed faintly as it absorbed and dispersed incoming blows, allowing him to hold the line effortlessly.

Drake led Milly and Liam toward the Arch-Liches. As they approached, the undead sorcerers unleashed a torrent of dark magic. Shadowy tendrils surged toward the trio, but Milly raised her hand, summoning a golden barrier that absorbed the attack.

"Go!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the din.

Drake darted forward, his blade slicing through the tendrils as he closed the distance. The runes on his sword flared as he unleashed a powerful arc slash, forcing the first Arch-Lich to retreat.