My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 166 - 10th floor II

They arrived at the gates of the city, joining the long line of people trying to enter.

"Hey! What’s this city’s name?" Leon asked the person standing in front of him.

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The man turned around, eyeing Leon curiously. "Are you from another city?" he asked.

Leon nodded. "Yeah, we’re adventurers roaming from one place to another," he said casually.

The man gave a knowing nod. "So, you’re a coward, huh? Well, this city is called Sin City," he replied.

Leon raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by ’cowards’?" he asked, ignoring the edgy name of the city.

"You said you’re roaming instead of ascending to the 11th floor. People like you are called cowards," the man shrugged before turning back around.

Leon nodded in understanding. "Yep, forgot that there’s that title too."

Apparently, if someone chose to play it safe and not ascend further, people would start tagging them with a "Coward" title in this place.

"How new," Milim scoffed. "It’s easy for others to throw around titles without even understanding what someone might have gone through to accept the life they’re living." Her voice carried a hint of irritation.

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Roman nodded in agreement. "People say many things, but if you focus too much on them, you actually lose sight of what matters."

"True," Roselia added. "Let them talk. It’s your life, not theirs. Just live how you want."

Naval glanced at Millim and nodded. "That’s true, my lady."

Lilian chimed in as well. "They’re right. One shouldn’t focus on others’ words but on their own life."

Milim looked at her maids, then at Roman and Roselia, before finally turning to Leon. "And what do you think?" she asked.

Leon grinned. "Me? I don’t give a rat’s ass about what others think. I’m living my life carefree, that’s what I am. No domination, no slaving, just pure carefree adventure. That’s what I’ve decided to do in this life of mine."

The group chuckled at his words, with Roselia smirking. "Guess that’s true."

The guy standing in front of them overheard their conversation and rolled his eyes. ’Enthusiastic bunch… Guess they’re new to the 10th floor,’ he thought as he led his group forward.

’And they chose Sin City, of all places… Poor souls. Well, best of luck to them.’ He sighed inwardly before chuckling to himself.

Sin City wasn’t just a name some lord decided to slap on his domain because he thought it sounded cool. It wasn’t the result of a ruler waking up one day and declaring, "Hey! My city needs a badass name. Let’s call it Sin City!" No, Sin City was exactly what its name implied—a place where laws didn’t exist, where people could do whatever they wanted without being judged for it.

It was a haven for the desperate, a refuge for criminals, and a playground for those who had abandoned morals entirely. Whether you were a coward running from your fate, a broken soul seeking revenge, or a tyrant looking to rule through brute force, Sin City welcomed all.

So, when Leon and his team initially thought they were lucky to end up here, the reality was quite the opposite.

Because unlike other cities, Sin City had only one type of resident—Limit Ascenders.

The level cap of this floor was 260, meaning every single person within these city walls was a high-level fighter, survivor, or outright monster. There were no weaklings, no innocents, and certainly no one who would hesitate to kill them for looking at them the wrong way.

And their first step into this lawless land would prove exactly how dangerous Sin City truly was.

As Leon and his group stepped past the gates, the oppressive atmosphere of Sin City hit them like a wave. The air was thick with tension, and every alleyway reeked of blood, sweat, and desperation. Unlike the structured cities they had seen before, Sin City was a chaotic mess of towering, uneven buildings with neon lights flickering erratically.

The streets were bustling, but not with the usual city life. Here, people moved with caution, hands resting on their weapons, eyes darting around for any sign of hostility. Fights broke out in broad daylight, bodies littered the ground without anyone bothering to clean them up, and gambling dens, black markets, and underground fight clubs lined the streets like a twisted carnival.

Naval exhaled sharply. "Well, this is… welcoming."

"Smells like blood and bad decisions," Roselia muttered, eyeing a group of men dragging a wounded adventurer into a nearby alley. His screams were cut short, followed by a sickening crunch.

Millim scoffed. "This city really lives up to its name. No wonder people call it a pit for the desperate."

Leon remained unfazed, but his sharp gaze scanned the surroundings. "We need to find an inn first. After that, we focus on finding the Alchemy King’s trail."

As they moved further into the city, they quickly realized one undeniable truth—they were being watched.

Dozens of eyes trailed their every step. Some were filled with curiosity, others with malice, and a few with hunger, as if they were already calculating how much they could sell their bodies for if they were to be killed right now.

It didn’t take long before trouble found them.

A gang of six heavily armed men blocked their path. The leader, a burly man covered in scars with a jagged sword strapped to his back, grinned wickedly. "Well, well, fresh meat in Sin City? You must be new here."

Leon sighed. "Get lost."

The man laughed. "You got some nerve talking like that. See, around here, newcomers pay a ’welcome fee.’ And you lot look like you can afford quite a hefty one."

Roman stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "And if we refuse?"

The man’s grin widened. "Then we carve the payment out of your flesh."

Leon’s patience snapped. "Then come and try."

The street fell silent. People gathered around, eager to see blood spill. The gang of six drew their weapons, eager for an easy kill.

What they didn’t realize was that they had just provoked the wrong people.

With a flicker of movement, Roselia was the first to act. One moment she was standing still, the next she was behind the closest thug, her claws slicing through his throat like paper. Blood sprayed into the air as his body collapsed.