My Charity System made me too OP

As Leon stepped out of the Timeless Maze's influence, he took a deep breath. The eerie weight of distorted time finally lifted from his shoulders. His senses returned fully, sharper than ever, and the golden glow of his Miracle Eyes slowly faded.

Ravina walked beside him, brushing off dust from her coat. "Well, that was still faster than my attempt," she muttered. "Though to you it must've felt like minutes."

Leon cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders. "Yeah, and yet it cost me nearly five decades. If I didn't have those eyes, I wouldn't even know time passed at all." He glanced at her. "No wonder this seal was considered the most hidden."

Ravina smirked. "Only the Soul Seal and Blood Seal remain now… and the Blood Seal is next."

Leon's expression sharpened. "You said it was the most important one, right?"

She nodded. "It's tied directly to your body, your essence. Without it, your vessel can't endure the combined power of the other seals. Think of it as the core foundation—without it, you'll collapse from within."

Leon looked at his hand, then clenched it into a fist. "Then we go now. Where is it?"

Ravina took a breath. "Deep beneath the Ancient Mausoleum. Buried under miles of cursed stone, traps, and rivers of sacrificial blood. The Blood Guardian watches over it—a monster born from war and rage."

Leon's lips curved into a dangerous grin. "Perfect. Sounds like my kind of enemy."

Ravina raised an eyebrow at Leon's grin. "Try not to enjoy it too much. That place is soaked in agony. Even magic behaves strangely down there."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "Let it. I've bent worse forces to my will."

The two made their way toward the desolate cliffs that marked the edge of the Forgotten Valley. Below, hidden from sunlight and buried beneath ages of ruin, lay the Ancient Mausoleum—a structure that pulsed with the quiet thrum of old blood and darker history.

As they descended through winding paths, Leon held out his hand, summoning a flicker of gold and crimson light. Destruction magic rippled across his knuckles like sparks from a forge, while his blood responded with a low hum, resonating with the air around them.

"Your blood magic's reacting already," Ravina noted, keeping pace behind him. "That's a good sign. The seal must be awakening."

Leon glanced back, his golden pupils glinting. "Or it knows I'm coming."

Before them, a stone gate stood embedded in the cliffs, cracked and weathered, but still emanating power. Strange sigils glowed faintly, pulsing with deep red energy.

Leon approached and ran his fingers across the ancient runes. They flared under his touch—recognizing something within him. His blood. His magic. His right to enter.

The gate groaned as it split open, revealing a dark stairway descending into crimson mist.

They walked in silence, the temperature dropping with every step. Soon, even Ravina's breath began to mist.

The silence shattered.

A thunderous roar echoed through the depths, shaking the stone walls. The ground trembled beneath their feet.

Leon didn't flinch.

"That must be it," Ravina whispered, her voice now cautious.

Leon raised his hand. Golden aetheric lines spiraled around his fingers, merging with blood-red streams and glimmers of raw destruction. "Good. Let it roar all it wants."

They reached a vast chamber lit only by the eerie glow of blood pools and flickering torches—set in place, but untouched by time.

At the center stood a throne of bones and blades. And upon it… the Blood Guardian.

A towering beast clad in crimson armor, its skin a patchwork of scars and brands, glowing runes pulsing across its chest. Twin blades forged of cursed iron rested on either side of it.

Its eyes opened—gleaming with pure, ancient rage.

Leon grinned. "I've fought kings, demons, and creatures that shattered mountains. Let's see what you've got."

And with that, crimson lightning exploded from his palms as he surged forward—destruction, blood, gold, and aether all roaring in harmony.

The Blood Guardian rose slowly, each movement rattling the chamber like the shifting of tectonic plates. Its twin blades scraped the ground with a deafening shriek, carving burning grooves into the stone. Runes flared on its armor as it took its first step forward—each one pulsing like a heartbeat, radiating pressure thick enough to crush lesser mages outright.

Leon dashed forward before it could make a second move.

He threw his hand out, and a golden spear of compressed Aether Magic formed in a blink, hissing as it cut through the stale air.

The guardian raised one massive blade and parried—but not without a grunt. Aether exploded on impact, blasting chunks of stone from the floor and forcing the beast back a step.

"Fast," Ravina muttered from behind, standing at the edge of the arena with a hand near her scabbard. "And he hasn't even used his blood rites yet."

Leon didn't stop. His feet lit up with sigils of Gold Magic, letting him flash-step above the guardian's head. He spun mid-air and launched a wave of Destruction Magic, crackling black-red energy splitting the air like thunder.

The Guardian snarled and slammed both blades upward—meeting the spell head-on.

BOOM!

The entire mausoleum trembled. Dust and bones flew. But as the haze cleared, the guardian stood firm, steam rising from the cracks in its armor.

Then, it vanished.

Leon's eyes widened. Blood Shift…?

The Guardian reappeared behind him in a blur of red mist, swinging down with brutal force. Leon barely twisted out of the way, the edge of the blade grazing his shoulder and tearing his coat.

Blood sprayed—only to stop mid-air.

Leon's blood hovered, then spun into a ring around him as he channeled Blood Magic. The red droplets morphed into spears, then arrows, then a circular shield.

"Not bad," Leon smirked. "But now it's my turn."

He slammed his palm to the ground.

A giant sigil ignited beneath them—gold, crimson, and void-black interwoven in a trinity of power.

"Crimson Aegis: Godbreaker Field."

The Guardian charged, but the moment it crossed the boundary, its movements slowed—just slightly. Enough.