My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 233: Madness vs Corruption

The wind howled like the cries of the damned as Shubh Nigurath stood at the edge of the cliff, her cloak billowing behind her. Below, the Dread Sea churned violently, its inky-black waves crashing against the jagged rocks. No ship waited for her. No vessel would dare touch these waters without protection. But she didn't need one.

With a single step, she walked off the cliff.

Rather than fall, shadows surged beneath her feet, forming a shifting platform of dark energy that carried her across the surface of the sea. The waters hissed and steamed where her power touched them. Sea monsters rose, drawn to her presence—ancient leviathans with eyes like suns and maws lined with countless teeth.

But they didn't last long.

One raised its massive head, letting out a roar that split the clouds. Shubh raised her hand—and reality itself bent around her. The creature twisted mid-roar, its body contorting in unnatural ways, bones snapping like twigs. It let out a final gurgle before sinking beneath the waves, its massive corpse swallowed by the sea.

The others didn't dare approach.

The journey took less than a day. By nightfall, Shubh stood before the coast of the Daemon Continent. Its sky was darker here, the stars obscured by thick, unnatural clouds. In the distance, a crimson glow stained the horizon—the corrupt illumination of Red Light City, a metropolis built on indulgence, sin, and vice.

As she approached, the scent of incense and blood filled the air. Towering spires of black stone reached toward the heavens, and pleasure dens lined the streets. Screams of ecstasy and agony mingled freely in the air, indistinguishable from one another.

She walked openly through the main gates, cloaked in nothing but her dark aura.

The city guards, demonic hybrids of flesh and metal, tried to halt her—but their minds shattered the moment they met her gaze. Some fell to their knees, others clawed at their own throats in madness. No alarm was raised. No one dared oppose her.

She made her way to the Obsidian Palace—the seat of the Demon Lord of Lust.

Inside, he waited.

Lord Asmodeus was beautiful, by demonic standards. Skin like polished obsidian, glowing violet eyes, and wings of velvet black. His throne was carved from the bones of virgins and wrapped in silken shadows. Dozens of concubines lounged around him, enchanted slaves of all races and genders, bound to his will by ancient lust spells.

He smiled when she entered. "Ah, so the little moth comes fluttering into the flame. Did you really think I wouldn't know you were coming, Woman?"

She didn't answer.

"You're bold. I like that. If you're here to kill me, why don't you kneel first? Perhaps I'll even reward you—"

She was in front of him before he finished speaking.

One moment, he was lounging smugly. The next, he was coughing up blood as her hand pierced through his chest, gripping his still-beating heart.

But she didn't pull it out.

Instead, she whispered a word—and the pain began.

His nerves were set ablaze with sensations no mortal—or immortal—should endure. Not agony, not pleasure, but a perfect fusion of both, amplified beyond comprehension. His body writhed as he screamed, convulsing, unable to die, unable to break free. His concubines vanished into dust as her presence consumed the palace.

"Tell me, Asmodeus," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "How does it feel to be played with?"

He couldn't answer. His tongue had been turned into worms, writhing in his mouth. His wings were melting, reforming, then melting again. His soul screamed inside his body, clawing to escape, but her power kept it bound.

For hours, she toyed with him—each second stretched into eternity through cursed time magic. She made him relive every pleasure and every pain he had ever inflicted, multiplied a thousandfold.

Eventually, his body gave out.

His heart stopped. His mind shattered. But even then, she didn't let him die. She kept his soul caged inside a crystal orb, pulsing with dark energy, his last scream echoing eternally within it.

She crushed the throne beneath her heel, the entire palace collapsing into ruin around her. With the Demon Lord of Lust gone, Red Light City fell into chaos—freed slaves rioted, the enchantments broken, and the corrupted nobles were torn apart by mobs.

As the fires rose behind her, Shubh stepped into the night, whispering to the orb in her hand.

"One down."

The sea breeze carried the scent of burning silk and shattered dreams.

"…I thought I told you to kill only the demons stationed at the coasts," Leon's voice echoed sternly through the communication orb as he leaned on the desk, eyes narrowing slightly.

"But, my lord… you also said—three months was too long," Shubh replied sweetly, her voice carrying an eerie undertone.

Leon sighed and leaned further back in his chair, gazing into the Dark sky. He had already elevated ehr to peak—elevating her Realm to Tier VIII , the highest he can at his Tier III power. Yet, thanks to the Abyssal Mana Leech King passive, he could sustain her form indefinitely. Even a being five Realms above him could be maintained,now without him worrying about running out of juice.

"Since you've started it, Shubh," Leon muttered coldly, "kill every Demon Lord that stands in your way. But don't touch the innocent. I don't want meaningless slaughter."

Shubh nodded on the other end, her crazed smile stretching unnaturally wide.

"Aahh~~ As command of a supreme being, I can feel your divine will just by obeying it…" she whispered, hugging herself tightly, her many fanged mouths appearing briefly in worship. "My great, great lord… how blessed I am to serve you… to belong to you."

She let out a soft giggle, followed by a muffled scream—one of her victims still lingering nearby.

"But Lord said not to kill the innocent," she reminded herself, pausing just before ending the life of a cowering elderly demon merchant.

"I will obey. Only the guilty shall perish."

As she turned and walked into the next city, her cloak of shadows billowing behind her, the fires of Red Light City burned in the distance.

With grace and horror intertwined, she passed by the stunned civilians—eyes wide, mouths agape—but unharmed. Her aura of dread didn't lash out at them.

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"Very well… my Lord's will is supreme command for me to serve," she said gently, disappearing into the depth of the Demon Continent—toward the next Demon Lord who had dared to stand against Leon's rise.