My Charity System made me too OP

The chamber pulsed with life and dread as the Verdant Queen Dryad stood at its heart. She raised her arms gracefully, like a priestess welcoming a sacred ritual. The dungeon responded immediately—roots erupted from the ground, splitting stone with a thunderous crack, while vines slithered across the walls like living serpents. Spores burst into the air, glimmering like golden dust, but as they settled, illusions twisted the world around them into warped, dreamlike landscapes.

"Spread out! Don't breathe deep!" Leon barked, slashing a root that tried to bind his leg.

Roselia reacted first, her eyes glowing with fiery mana. She raised her spear, slammed its butt to the ground, and invoked a Purging Domain, releasing a ring of flames that roared outward like a holy tide. The fire scorched the spores and broke apart minor illusions, revealing the Dryad in her full glory.

She was towering, her form a melding of woman and tree, with glowing green veins running through bark-like skin. Her head was crowned with thorned antlers, and her eyes burned like twin emerald stars. Half spirit, half elemental—she was nature's vengeance made manifest.

"This dungeon… it's her body, her soul!" Roselia shouted.

With a shriek of fury, the Dryad extended her right hand, and a whip of thorns lashed through the air toward Roselia. Before it could strike, Roman dashed in with his Titansteel Gauntlets, smashing the whip with raw force. Thorny fragments exploded on impact, slicing shallow cuts across his arm, but he didn't flinch.

Naval blinked out of view in a shadowy ripple, reappearing behind the Dryad. Her dagger, Venombite, glowed with a violet hue as she went for the heartwood beneath the Dryad's shoulder. But the Dryad twitched—vines spiraled upward and formed a living shield, absorbing the strike.

"Damn it! She's adapting already!" Naval growled, flipping back mid-air and landing with catlike grace.

The Dryad growled and slammed her hands into the earth. Immediately, massive tree trunks erupted beneath each party member, trying to impale them from below. Leon dashed aside in a blur, Roselia flipped back using her spear to vault, and Naval sidestepped—but Liliana staggered.

She gasped, the memories of her past—cold orphan nights, hunger, loneliness—flashing before her eyes as the Dryad's psychic pollen tried to break her focus. But she gritted her teeth, clutched her pendant, and steadied herself.

"Not again… I won't be powerless again."

From above, a blur of pink light shot down—Milim, her energy crackling like a miniature sun.

"Haaaaaah!!" she cried out joyfully, a glowing orb of destruction forming around her fists. She crashed down on the Dryad's shield with a shockwave so intense, the dungeon walls groaned.

The Dryad staggered, hissing as chunks of bark armor shattered off her shoulders. But her anger peaked—she transformed, her body splitting open to reveal a core of seething green crystal, her full elemental form. Now rooted to the ground by a tree-like trunk, she launched hundreds of needle-like thorns at once, turning the room into a storm of nature's wrath.

Roselia spun her spear, invoking her Wind Bloom Barrier, slicing a path through the storm. Roman took a defensive stance, his arms crossed to shield Liliana.

"Enough of this," Leon muttered.

He closed his eyes for a second. Darklight began coiling around him, shadows spiraling like a cloak. He became a blur of obsidian motion, moving so fast that even the Dryad's enhanced vision lagged behind.

At the same time, Liliana stepped forward. Her eyes glowed faintly green, the sigil of the Mystic Queen's Legacy hovering over her hand. She placed her palm on the floor and summoned an ancient verdant glyph—a glowing circle of roots and wind that pulsed with lifeforce.

"Verdant Seal – Rootbind!"

Chains of glowing roots erupted and latched onto the Dryad's trunk, binding her in place for a moment—just long enough.

"Now!" Liliana shouted.

Leon surged in with a roar of shadows, his blade cloaked in darklight and pure killing intent. He appeared before the Dryad like a living phantom and drove the blade deep into her core.

The Dryad screamed—a sound that shook the dungeon like a storm. Her arms flailed wildly, elemental surges bursting from her chest. Her body began to crack and petrify, green light spilling out like dying starlight.

She dropped to one knee.

"That power…" she whispered, voice broken and echoing. Her gaze drifted to Liliana, then to Leon. "You carry her legacy… and you… are not meant for this world. But you will shape it all the same..."

Then her body shattered into a thousand crystalline leaves, drifting upward and disintegrating into green and gold dust.

A moment later, glowing script appeared mid-air, accompanied by a chime of finality:

[Verdant Labyrinth Dungeon Cleared]

Dungeon Grade: Tier IV – World Class

Core Guardian Defeated: Verdant Queen Dryad

Reward Unlocked: World Fragment – [Verdant Pulse]

The dungeon began to quiver and shift, reverting back to stone and moss, now devoid of the Dryad's consciousness.

The group stood in silence.

Roselia exhaled. "That… was exhausting."

Roman shook his arms. "No complaints. That was a real damn fight."

Naval twirled her dagger and sheathed it. "And we made it out."

As Leon gave the signal—"Let's leave now"—the group nodded silently, their bodies aching, mana drained, but their spirits burning bright from the hard-earned victory. They turned toward the exit of the now quiet chamber, which had lost its wild, hostile nature with the death of the Verdant Queen. The vines that once writhed with intent now hung limp, and the stone walls stopped pulsing with life.

Before stepping out, Roman knelt beside the Verdant Queen's fragmented body, the crystalline dust and remains still faintly glowing with nature's residual energy.

His gauntlet shimmered with necrotic runes as he whispered,

"You were powerful… noble even. Now serve me in death."

A dark sigil flared beneath him as black-purple mana twisted with a faint green light, resonating with the Queen's remains. He extended his hand, and the soul-fragment of the Verdant Queen flickered into view—resisting for a heartbeat, proud and wild—but then, the shadows wrapped around her essence like chains, binding her to Roman's will.

The others turned, watching in silence as something new awakened inside Roman.

A translucent figure formed—an ethereal version of the Verdant Queen, with bark-like armor, thorns woven into a crown, and vines coiled around her limbs. But her eyes now glowed with the same unholy light as Roman's.

"She's not like the others," Milim said softly, sensing the immense power.

"**He really did it… he turned a core guardian into a deathbound.""

Roman's Class had evolved. No longer just an Dark Slayer Knight, he was now an Abyss Slayer Knight, a being who stood between two extremes—lightless death and the raw, chaotic fury of the Abyss.

In a battle against a corrupted Abyss Knight days earlier, Roman had bled, died, and risen again, embracing the darkness deeper than ever. He didn't just slay the Abyss Knight—he consumed its essence, unlocking a new path.

And with it, he gained a new legendary skill: [Army of the Damned].

But unlike others who might raise countless mindless corpses for numbers, Roman chose Quality. Each undead he raised was meant to be a commander, a dread sovereign of death in their own right. And the Verdant Dryad Queen was to be his first and greatest general.

As the group exited the dungeon, the Dryad's ghostly form walked silently behind Roman, now wrapped in dark thorns and spectral roots. Her beauty was now eerie, her elegance turned haunting. She bowed to Roman, acknowledging him not as her killer—but as her Deathlord.

Roselia eyed the transformation and whistled. "Guess we're not the only ones leveling up."

Leon smirked. "He's building an army…"

"Of monsters," Naval muttered, half-teasing.

Roman glanced back at them, his expression unreadable beneath his dark helm. "No. Of kings."

"Though I personally think your kings are no match for Leon, Creation," Naval added with a teasing laugh as she nudged Roman's shoulder.

Her tone was light, but there was always that subtle edge of competition that sparked whenever the group got too comfortable.

Roman didn't even look at her—just let out a quiet snicker, the eerie green glow of the Dryad Queen flickering behind him like a looming shadow.

Leon, walking at the front, gave a short chuckle of his own. "I don't know… my creations don't come with dark auras and cursed eyes."

"Right," Roselia smirked, "your last 'creation' tried to eat the dungeon core."

"Once!" Leon fired back. "And I fixed it!"

Milim hopped ahead of the group, twirling mid-air before landing next to Roman. "Still, gotta admit—it's kinda hot having a haunted tree queen follow you around like some nature ghost bride."

Liliana raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult to Roman."

"Why not both?" Naval grinned.

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."