My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 297: Tower Floor 300

After finishing up the last floor, the whole squad descended to Floor 300.

With Leon now at level 578 and a Tier VI Ascender, he was more than powerful enough for this floor.

And even if he wasn't, his Origin Conjurer ability allowed him to summon someone powerful enough to help him against even the strongest foes.

As the team arrived on Floor 300, a pressure unlike any they had felt before settled over them. The air was thick with magical density, as if the floor itself resisted their presence. Black spires of obsidian jutted from the landscape like the bones of a long-dead world. The sky above was a swirling canvas of deep crimson and shattered stars—an endless twilight locked in a state of dying light.

Leon stepped forward first, the ground crackling faintly beneath his boots.

A system prompt appeared:

[Welcome to Floor 300 – Obsidian Expanse]

Threat Classification: Calamity Grade

Apex Entity Detected: "The Cinder Crown – Warlord of the Endless Pyre"

"Cool," Leon mumbled as he waved off the notification.

From Floor 300 onward, the Tower's structure began to change drastically. Unlike the earlier tiers where floors resembled simple worlds where everyone can live, these upper levels had evolved into full-fledged worlds—each one vast, self-contained, and inhabited by unique and powerful races.

Floor 300, the Obsidian Expanse, was no exception.

Unlike the lower tiers, which allowed free roaming and settlement by any ascender, these advanced levels had long been claimed—each floor ruled or shaped by a dominant species. On this floor, it was the Obsidian Ants.

They were a humanoid ant race, their bodies armored like living amethysts and obsidian. These beings did not rely on mana in the conventional sense. Instead, they cultivated their bodies—refining bone, muscle, and carapace into perfect biological weapons.

The Obsidian Ants were one of the few species in the Tower capable of killing powerful enemies using sheer physical force alone, without casting a single spell or using a skill. Their strength and durability rivaled most mid-tier ascenders, and their warriors were feared across multiple floors.

This floor wasn't just a battleground—it was a realm.

The deeper Leon and his group traveled into the Tower, the more it became clear: this wasn't a linear ascent. The Tower wasn't just a dungeon. It was a layered universe—a cosmos of worlds, each floor a sovereign dimension with its own laws, civilizations, and dangers.

As they descended into the Obsidian Expanse, the temperature subtly shifted. The air grew dense, warm, and charged with earthy energy. Jagged black cliffs stretched out over a horizon of molten rivers and obsidian forests. The sky was a hazy crimson, lit not by a sun, but by glowing crystal formations embedded in floating rock isles above.

"Feels like the air itself weighs more here," Roman muttered, adjusting his cloak.

"It's the gravity field," Liliana replied, scanning the terrain with a crystal map. "The Obsidian Ants evolved under high-pressure conditions. Even their cities are built into cliffs and volcanic ridges to reflect that."

Leon narrowed his eyes at the sprawling black fortress city in the distance—a series of hive-like towers carved straight into the obsidian mountainside. "That's our stop."

Obsidian Hollow — The Capital Hive

They arrived at the outer district of Obsidian Hollow, the capital city of the floor. At the gates, guards covered in dark shell armor eyed them with stoic precision. Instead of weapons, they carried long glaives forged of bone-glass and heat-hardened volcanic alloys.

One stepped forward. "Visitors from above. Purpose?"

Leon showed his Voidbreaker emblem. "Exploration. Temporary stay."

The guard's compound eyes flickered in recognition. "Approved. Stay clear of Inner Hive. Outsiders not permitted past the core." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

They were let in without further conflict.

Inside, the city was a marvel of organic engineering. Buildings seemed grown more than built—vaulted halls made from volcanic resin and crystallized ashbone. Giant worker ants walked alongside humanoid citizens, tending to forges, harvesting crystal crops, and engaging in heated sparring matches across the open arenas.

Even the inns here were different—structured like spiraling tunnels, embedded in the city's outer walls.

Leon led the group to a local inn known as the Magma Root, carved into a cooled lava vein. A soft hum of thermal energy passed through the walls, providing warmth and low light.

The innkeeper, an elderly Obsidian Ant with a polished carapace and golden eyes, greeted them with a nod.

"Travelers from above. Rare. You wish to stay?"

"Yes," Leon said, pulling a pouch of Rift Crystals from his inventory. "Three rooms. No interruptions."

The keeper took one glance at the crystals and clicked approvingly. "Accepted. You may take the west-wing chambers. Meals are harvested moss bread, crystal broth, and pyroworm roast."

Millim tilted her head. "Pyroworm? That sounds spicy!"

Roselia smirked. "Don't eat it raw this time."

They unpacked and settled in, the team finally able to relax after the intense climb and dungeon clears from earlier. Outside, distant training drums beat in slow rhythm—signaling the Ant warriors entering nightly combat rites.

Leon sat on a carved obsidian couch near the window, watching the molten river flow far below. His mind churned—not just with strategy, but with curiosity.

"Something on your mind?" Roselia asked as she came near, settling onto Leon's lap while he gently caressed her back.

"Yeah," he murmured. "I'm wondering how many more insane things we'll have to fight as we keep ascending."

"Hmm," Roselia nodded, resting her head against him. Then she glanced up. "By the way, why do they call us 'people from above'?"

"According to a book I read," Leon replied, "the Obsidian Ants used to live much deeper in the underground. But over time, they beagn to live on the surface. So now, when they say 'people from above,' they mean anyone is not from their race, even if we were to come from lower floor then them"

After a few more minutes of quiet rest, the two rose from their seat. The warm, ambient glow of the inn's crystal-lit ceiling faded behind them as they stepped out into the bustling heart of the Obsidian Spire Market—an underground metropolis carved directly into the living blackstone of the mountain floor.

Despite the fortress-like structure of the Obsidian Ants' architecture, the market was anything but lifeless. The place buzzed with motion and energy. Towers of obsidian gleamed with faint luminescence, and thick mist curled through the alleyways, illuminated by bioluminescent fungi. Antfolk of all sizes scurried between stalls, bartering with hardened precision.