My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 196: Battle Arena XII

The City Lord, unaware that it was Leon who had uncovered his darkest secrets, continued smiling as he spoke to the gathered participants.

Meanwhile, the Dark Specter Reaper had long since overturned the City Lord’s secret base, where his forbidden ability crystals were being illegally created.

The underground lab was in ruins, and the head researchers had been eliminated. The children who had been kidnapped for experiments were now being rescued under Leon’s orders.

As the City Lord stood proudly, basking in the moment, Leon observed him with an unreadable expression. The man had no idea that his hidden crimes were already crumbling beneath his feet.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the city, the Dark Specter Reaper and his team continued their operation. The kidnapped children, who had been subjected to cruel experiments, were being escorted to safety. The underground facility, once a hub for unethical research, was now in flames.

"All evidence has been secured, Lord Leon," one of the operatives reported through a hidden communication device.

Leon smirked slightly but kept his face neutral. He had already won before this ceremony even began.

The City Lord, still unaware of the chaos unfolding in his secret base, stepped forward to make one final announcement.

"And with this, I declare the tournament officially over! May these champions lead our city to a brighter future!" he proclaimed.

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Leon simply nodded, knowing that soon, this man’s downfall would shake the entire city.

Leon and the others returned to Orphanage, where they were hailed as heroes .

The moment they entered the Orphanage gates, a wave of cheers erupted. People gathered around, their eyes filled with admiration and happiness. Leon—the orphanage hero—had brought honor to their home.

Even the smallest children gazed up at him in awe, some clutching makeshift wooden swords, pretending to be warriors like him.

"Leon! You were amazing!" a young boy shouted, running up excitedly.

"Yeah! That slap was legendary!" another chimed in, making Ragnar burst into laughter.

Leon scratched the back of his head. How did a simple tournament turn into such a big deal?

"Enough, let the man breathe!" an elderly woman chuckled, gently pushing the children back. "Welcome home, all of you. You’ve made us proud."

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Leon exchanged glances with Ragnar, Venessa, and Aeron. This warmth... this place... it was home.

While City Lord Kevin was living a nightmare, the Dark Specter Reaper wasn’t just an ordinary entity—it was a cruel creation, forged by Leon specifically for him.

This specter didn’t simply kill its victims; it forced them to relive their worst fears over and over again. There was only one rule Leon had never compromised on—whether in this life or his previous one: No one touches his family.

City Lord Kevin had done exactly that. And now, he was paying the price.

The Dark Specter loomed in his bedroom, where his wife’s lifeless body lay beside him—her face twisted in eternal agony, her body mutilated by the specter’s curse. His children—innocent or not—had suffered the same fate. The specter, loyal to its master’s will, had spared no one.

City Lord Kevin’s entire family had been swallowed by his own sins.

And the nightmare had only just begun.

The very people he had once sold to the underground Ability Harvesters—those who had been butchered, experimented on, and left to die—were now part of this endless cycle of torment.

Even in death, they cried out for vengeance.

The harvester’s dark machines, which had once drained others of their abilities, now turned against their master.

"P-Please... spare me...!" City Lord Kevin pleaded, his voice hoarse from screaming.

The Dark Specter merely gazed at him with hollow eyes, an eerie smile forming beneath its shadowed hood.

"You reap what you sow," it whispered—its voice layered with the cries of those he had wronged.

Then, the machines activated, increasing the pain beyond human comprehension.

Kevin’s screams echoed through the night, but no one came to save him.

The retribution had begun.

Kevin’s body convulsed as the harvester machine activated, its cruel mechanisms whirring to life. Needles burrowed into his flesh, extracting his very essence—not just his abilities, but his life force itself.

His screams were no longer human.

The Dark Specter Reaper stood motionless, watching coldly. To it, this was merely justice.

Kevin’s past victims—the children, the enslaved ability users, the innocent people he had sacrificed for power—their echoes filled the room, their pain now his own.

Each time his body would give out, the specter’s curse would restore him, forcing him to endure the agony anew.

Over and over again.

He saw his wife and children, their lifeless faces staring at him, their cold fingers pulling him deeper into his suffering.

"NO! PLEASE—"

The harvester dug deeper.

More pain. More screams. More despair.

Kevin clawed at his own skin, trying to end it, but the specter wouldn’t allow it.

This was his fate. This was his judgment.

And the worst part?

It would never end.

Leon, watching from afar, showed no emotion.

A city built on suffering would crumble in suffering.

Turning away, he whispered, "You deserved worse."

And with that, he left, as the City Lord’s final, endless screams filled the darkened night.

The next day was supposed to be like any other morning in the city.

But a bloodcurdling scream shattered the early calm.

The maid, arriving for her daily duties at the City Lord’s mansion, stumbled upon a scene straight from a nightmare.

The entire City Lord’s family lay dead—brutally murdered in their own home.

Blood painted the walls.

Some bodies were mutilated beyond recognition, while others bore signs of horrific torture. The City Lord himself was barely distinguishable—his face frozen in a twisted mask of unimaginable agony.

News of the massacre spread like wildfire. Panic set in as the Celestial Order’s enforcers arrived, their presence turning the city’s fear into outright terror.

But when they entered the mansion and saw the symbols carved into the walls, their expressions darkened even further.

Because they recognized them.

The markings belonged to the Ability Harvesters—a shadowy underground syndicate known for capturing and dissecting powerful ability users to extract their gifts for illegal trade.

And yet…

Something felt off.

"How did this happen?!" the investigation leader demanded, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"We traced all of the City Lord’s ability crystals to a dungeon. So how could he have had any connection with that criminal organization?!"

The subordinate standing before him bowed his head, his expression grim.

"We don’t know, sir. All of our investigations have led to dead ends."

The leader chuckled coldly, shaking his head.

"It seems I have to remind you all what makes our organization just."

His voice dropped into a chilling tone as he tapped the insignia on his badge. The Celestial Order’s seal of absolute justice glowed ominously, activating a hidden directive—an assassination order to kill anyone even remotely suspected of engaging in illegal trade while being part of the Celestial Organization.

The moment the badge flared to life, those who had secretly profited from the City Lord’s illicit dealings began to tremble.

But there was no escape.

The Elder watched silently as his own men carried out the cleansing.

One by one, Celestial Order members in the city who had turned a blind eye—or worse, participated in the crimes—fell.

By the end of the purge, their bodies lay beside those of the City Lord and his family, burned in Celestial flames that erased all traces of their existence.

The Elder barely blinked.

"They deserved it," he said, his voice cold and unfeeling.

Then he gave a new order:

"Find out if any other families were involved in this."

His subordinates nodded before swiftly departing to hunt down more potential traitors.

As the Elder turned to leave, his gaze caught something on the wall.

A marking, carved into the stone.

Words, written in blood.

"You should never have touched my family."

The Elder chuckled darkly.

"So this was vengeance, huh?"

He turned away, hands clasped behind his back.

"Whoever you are, you are perfect for our organisation."

His voice was steady, but deep down, he knew—whoever had done this…

Was far beyond his reach.

Elsewhere in the city…

Leon watched the sunrise from the balcony of his inn, a calm expression on his face.

He already knew the Celestial Order was searching for answers.

But they would never find them.

Because the Dark Specter Reapers—his summoned enforcers—left no traces.

No matter how much the Celestial Order tried to hunt them down, their efforts were pointless.

They had already been erased from the world.

Leon leaned back, taking a sip of his drink.

The City Lord had been too arrogant.

Too reckless.

He had kidnapped innocents.

He had tortured them for profit.

And worst of all—

He had dared to harm Leon’s family.

Leon’s fingers tightened around his cup.

That was the one thing he never forgave.

And now, the City Lord and everyone involved in his crimes…

Had paid the price.

Leon exhaled, setting his cup down.

For him, this matter was already over.

But he knew one thing for sure—

The Celestial Order wouldn’t stop until they found someone to blame.

And Leon?

He was more than happy to let them chase ghosts.