My Charity System made me too OP

Roselia froze. This battlefield was a twisted recreation of her greatest failure—when she had chosen to protect one village and left another to burn. She'd buried that guilt under strength, ambition, and pride.

But now it stood before her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she drew her blade. "I carry them with me. Every step, every fight, I walk for the ones I couldn't save."

The illusion struck first, but Roselia fought not just with skill—but with heart. When the illusion crumbled, it left behind a burning rose, which she plucked and tucked into her armor, silently honoring her fallen.

Roman's Trial – "The Mirror of Betrayal"

Roman stood in a pristine white temple, surrounded by golden pillars. At its center was a banquet table filled with familiar faces—his family, old friends, companions long gone.

They raised their glasses, smiling.

"Welcome back, Roman. You finally chose us over them."

Then he saw it—Leon's head, placed on a silver platter.

He stepped back in horror as their smiles turned sharp, monstrous. "You're one of us," they chanted. "Why fight for someone who will abandon you just like the rest?"

This trial played on Roman's past—betrayals from comrades, scars left by those he trusted. A hidden fear: that Leon would one day walk away too.

But as the illusion pressed in, Roman pulled his spear from thin air and shouted, "I chose my path—and I'll never regret who I stand beside!"

With each thrust, he shattered the false faces. The temple fell apart, revealing a starlit sky, and his spear glowed faintly with a new inscription: "Loyalty, Not Blood."

Naval's Trial – "Echoes of Emptiness"

Naval stood in the middle of a lavish ballroom, alone. Every mirror reflected a different version of her—smiling, crying, raging, broken.

In one mirror, she saw herself surrounded by friends. In another, she was a queen. In another still, she was a forgotten girl, lost in the rain.

Then the lights dimmed. A voice whispered, soft and cold:

"No matter what you become, you'll always be alone."

The mirrors began to crack. The reflections laughed at her, showing all the times she was excluded, overlooked, or doubted her worth.

Her fists trembled.

But then she remembered the others—Leon pulling her into this journey, Roselia challenging her, Millim bickering playfully with her.

"I'm not alone. Not anymore."

Naval clenched her dagger, slashed through the illusion, and every mirror shattered. From the shards, a silver bracelet formed—engraved with five stars, each one representing a bond she had forged.

Liliana's Trial – "The Empty Cradle"

Liliana opened her eyes to a cold, gray world.

She stood barefoot on cracked stone floors, surrounded by high, unwelcoming walls of a crumbling orphanage. The air was still, lifeless. Rain poured through holes in the roof, and the only sound was the distant drip of water echoing through abandoned halls.

She recognized this place immediately—the orphanage she grew up in, or rather, the twisted version of it. The walls whispered her name, not out of love, but out of bitter accusation.

"Liliana..."

"Why were you the one adopted?"

"Why did you leave us behind?"

"Why did you forget?"

She walked forward slowly. Ghostly children stood in her path—faces she knew. Some had died. Some had vanished. Some she'd protected… others she had failed.

One little girl with hollow eyes stepped forward.

"You said you'd come back. You never did."

Liliana fell to her knees. The guilt, long buried beneath her calm demeanor and quiet strength, surged forward like a tidal wave. She had promised. She had left them.

"I didn't forget," she whispered, fists clenched against the cold stone. "I couldn't come back then… but I never stopped remembering."

The child raised a hand. "Prove it."

A soft blue flame appeared in Liliana's palm—her magic, her will, her memory. It spread outward, igniting warmth into the gray world. The ghostly children smiled, one by one vanishing into the light.

In the silence that followed, a tiny music box appeared on the ground. She picked it up, and as it played a gentle lullaby, Liliana whispered:

"I walk forward for all of us."

One by one, the swirling mists surrounding the individual trial paths parted.

A faint hum of arcane power still lingered in the air, as though the dungeon itself recognized their growth—offering silent approval. The six of them emerged from different directions of the massive crystalline chamber at the center of the Mystic Cave Dungeon, where the trials had taken place.

Leon was already there, waiting at the center with arms folded, his eyes scanning the reuniting group like a quiet guardian.

Roselia stepped out first, her long coat torn in a few places, her gaze harder—more resolute. The trial had tested her loyalty and fear of abandonment, but she walked with the poise of someone who had reaffirmed her identity.

Right behind her, Roman appeared. He looked calm on the outside, but his knuckles were still white from how tightly he clenched his sword. The illusions had forced him to confront his greatest fear—becoming a tyrant like those he'd once sworn to fight. His silent nod to Leon said everything: I'm still me.

Naval walked out next, eyes wide but clear. Her trial had pushed her through the pain of being underestimated, ridiculed, and doubted—a pain she masked behind her bubbly nature. But now, that energy had a steely edge, a silent determination to never let anyone define her again.

And then—Liliana.

She didn't say anything at first. Her eyes swept the room like someone freshly returned from a distant storm. But the way she stepped closer to her companions said more than any words could: she wasn't alone anymore. She never would be again.

Last came Millim, her expression strangely quiet. Unlike the others, her trial hadn't just been internal—it had been a reflection of legacy. Of expectations. Of what it meant to inherit power… and what it meant to wield it with responsibility. She cracked a small smile when she saw the others.

"Guess we all made it," she said, walking up to Leon and giving him a playful nudge. "Even if it looked like hell trying."

Leon gave a short chuckle, then looked at each of them—one by one.

"You all passed."