My Charity System made me too OP

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.
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Milly followed up, her Golden Archmage Legacy unleashing a barrage of radiant projectiles that homed in on the second Arch-Lich. The undead creature snarled, raising a shield of dark energy to block the attack.

Liam stepped back, his staff pulsing with crimson light. "Time to see how this works," he muttered, channeling his Blood Magic. The ground beneath the Arch-Liches erupted with jagged crimson spikes, forcing them to break their formation.

The first Arch-Lich retaliated, summoning skeletal minions that surged toward Drake. He moved with precision, cutting through them in a whirlwind of strikes. With a roar, he activated one of his sword arts, Phantom Strike, vanishing and reappearing behind the Arch-Lich to deliver a devastating blow.

Meanwhile, Milly switched to her bow, firing an arrow imbued with explosive energy. It struck the second Arch-Lich, detonating in a burst of golden light that staggered the creature.

Liam grinned, weaving another spell. This time, crimson chains shot from the ground, wrapping around the Arch-Liches and restricting their movements. "They're all yours!" he called to the others.

Drake didn't hesitate, unleashing a flurry of strikes that shattered the first Arch-Lich's defenses. With a final swing, his sword cleaved through the undead sorcerer, its skeletal body disintegrating into ash.

Milly finished off the second Arch-Lich with a powerful spell, a radiant arrow that pierced through its chest and exploded, leaving nothing but a smoking pile of bones.

As the chamber fell silent, the party regrouped, catching their breath. The skeletal warlocks and Death Knights had been vanquished, thanks to the coordinated efforts of the raid party.

Brook approached Drake, his expression a mix of respect and suspicion. "You took down two Arch-Liches without breaking a sweat. Not bad for newcomers."

Drake sheathed his sword, his demeanor calm. "We told you we're capable."

Milly smirked, lowering her bow. "That was just a warm-up."

Liam leaned casually on his staff, his grin wide. "What's next? I'm just getting started."

Brook shook his head, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Don't get cocky. The revenant is leagues above anything we've faced so far. Let's move."

The group pressed onward, the tension thick as they approached the final chamber. The Sword Revenant awaited them, and with it, the ultimate test of their strength. For the adventurers, it was a battle for survival.

For the trio of Drake, it was just another SSS-rank boss.

They pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a dimly lit chamber. At its center sat a man on an elevated throne, his appearance chilling. His white, dull hair hung lifelessly over his sunken, ashen face. His eyes glowed faintly, emanating an aura of death.

Two rows of Abyssal Knights and Death Liches flanked his throne, their menacing forms radiating oppressive power. Beyond them, the chamber was filled with rows of Death Knights and Arch-Liches, their skeletal forms standing eerily still, weapons and staffs at the ready.

The man on the throne, clearly the Sword Revenant, looked at the intruders with disdain.

"Once again, you lot have come to slay me, seeking rewards, isn't that right?" he said, his voice carrying both boredom and contempt. He leaned back, waving a hand lazily. "I'm sick of it now."

His hollow eyes scanned the group as he continued, "Every few years, adventurers like you storm into my domain. Most die by my hand. A rare few succeed. Perhaps one or two geniuses in a decade. But even then… their victories are fleeting. I always return."

Brook stepped forward, gripping his molten blade tightly. "What are you implying?" he demanded, his voice sharp and filled with resolve.

Drake also regarded the Sword Revenant with interest, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. There was something unsettling about the undead ruler's composure.

The Sword Revenant chuckled softly, his skeletal fingers tapping on the armrest of his throne. "Nothing. Just that… you're already dead."

With a wave of his hand, the chamber erupted into chaos. The Abyssal Knights and Death Liches surged forward, their blackened weapons and deadly spells glowing ominously. Behind them, the Death Knights and Arch-Liches prepared to join the fray, their hollow eyes locking onto the intruders.

Brook raised his molten shield, his voice booming over the noise. "Formation! Don't let them overwhelm us!"

Drake stepped forward, his sword radiating power. He smirked as he glanced at Milly and Liam. "Looks like this might be more fun than I thought."

Milly readied her staff, golden light swirling around her. "Don't let your guard down. This is no ordinary horde."

Liam twirled his crimson staff, his expression calm. "Let's test their limits, shall we?"

As the undead army closed in, the trio prepared to unleash their full might. For the Sword Revenant, this was another battle to defend his throne. For the trio, it was just another challenge to conquer.

The undead army surged forward with terrifying coordination, their hollow eyes glowing with an unearthly light.

Brook led the charge, his molten shield slamming into the first wave of Abyssal Knights. His sword ignited, molten flames dripping from the blade as he swung, cutting through one of the knights in a single, devastating arc. "Focus fire on the Liches! Don't let them cast unchecked!" he bellowed.

Behind him, the Thunder Slammers fell into formation, their battle cries echoing through the chamber. Spells flew through the air, streaking toward the advancing undead. Arrows whistled, finding their marks in the joints and skulls of the Death Knights.

Drake darted into the fray, his movements precise and lethal. His swordsmanship was unparalleled, each swing cleaving through armor and bone as if they were paper. He activated a sword art, Phantom Strike, vanishing and reappearing behind a Death Knight, dispatching it in a single, fluid motion.

"Keep up!" he called out, his voice steady despite the chaos.

Milly stood her ground at the rear, her staff glowing as she channeled a high-level spell. "Celestial Barrage!" she cried, releasing a swarm of golden arrows infused with piercing mana. The projectiles rained down on the Death Liches, disrupting their dark incantations and obliterating their skeletal forms.