My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 310: Continous Battle

Hours Later

Sweat poured from Leon's body as he stood surrounded by hundreds of shattered echo-threads. His strikes had grown unnaturally fluid—striking once, but then rebounding on a new vector with each shatter. It was chaos made precise.

A new prompt shimmered before him:

Shell Reverb Subform Unlocked: Shatter Echo

[You may now store and rupture momentum traces from previous exchanges, creating aftershocks in your movements. Use with caution—too many echoes can rupture your own body.]

Leon's mastery reached 67%.

He stepped out from the chamber, calmer, quieter. Even Roselia looked at him differently—his presence was heavier, denser, like thunder waiting to break.

Naval gave a soft clap. "And the weapon sharpens further."

Milim flexed. "Alright! Now that you've had your nap in a memory sauna, let's go wreck whoever's next!"

Leon smiled faintly, glancing toward the gate that led to Rank 52.

"Time to test it for real."

The gate to Rank 52 slid open with a slow grind of ancient obsidian stone, revealing a vast chamber unlike any before it.

This was not an arena.

It was a temple—or perhaps a battlefield buried within one. Dozens of cracked statues loomed across the chamber, each resembling warriors in different combat stances. Faint energy shimmered along the statues' limbs, as if frozen moments from a war long past had been immortalized here.

In the center, seated atop a throne of petrified remains, was the Rank 52 champion.

Rav'nok, the Silent Archive

A warrior-monk of the Obsidian Ants, Rav'nok wore no armor. His body was lean, not hulking, and his arms were wrapped in cloth soaked with memory-ink—stories of thousands of battles etched into his skin.

But his aura was immense. Still. Weighty.

He stood with slow purpose as Leon approached. His antennae twitched once. Then—

"You carry the Reverb now," Rav'nok said in a deep, surprisingly calm voice. "Do you carry its burden as well?"

Leon cracked his knuckles. "I carry its truth. Let's see how deep it goes."

The statues around the arena hummed to life, glowing briefly—each one feeding energy into the battleground.

Rav'nok raised his arms. "Then come. Let your Shell Reverb echo against the Archive."

The first strike was a ghost.

Leon dodged—but only just. Rav'nok had vanished and reappeared behind him, striking with the back of his elbow, a movement so subtle it felt like an afterthought.

Shell Reverb triggered.

Leon redirected the momentum—but Rav'nok's follow-up shattered through the counter, echoing his own echo.

Leon's eyes widened. He's using Shatter Echo too… but on a deeper layer.

Every strike Rav'nok unleashed was an echo within an echo. He attacked not the body—but the afterimage left behind by Leon's movements. The tempo was different. Slower, but heavier. Like fighting time itself.

Leon adjusted quickly. He let Rav'nok strike—then fractured the impact, sending out a Shatter Echo from his shoulder, blasting Rav'nok off his center.

The two clashed again.

Fist against elbow. Knee against hip. Echoes spiraling outward like ripples in time.

Statues in the arena shook with each aftershock.

Rav'nok struck low—Leon countered with a twisting Shell Reverb flip, launching a double-echo into Rav'nok's ribs.

Crack.

Rav'nok didn't fall, but his breathing changed.

The elder warrior's stance shifted. The temple dimmed.

He whispered, "Third Layer Echo."

Leon's eyes widened as Rav'nok began using triple-layered Shatter Echoes, each strike rebounding not once, not twice—but three times across different kinetic timelines.

Leon's body howled in resistance—but he pushed harder, syncing with the pulse, bleeding his own blood to sync with the memory current.

Then—

Flash.

Leon didn't evade.

He let a blow land.

Then he fractured the moment. Once.

Fractured the after-echo. Twice. freēwēbnovel.com

And then ruptured the momentum a third time, combining it with his own strike.

"Shell Reverb: Shatter Echo—Tripart Echo Burst!"

His fist detonated against Rav'nok's chest in a triple-ringed blast of kinetic rupture.

Rav'nok staggered, arms failing to catch himself. The shockwaves cracked even the memory-statues.

Then—he dropped to one knee.

And bowed.

"I yield. The Archive accepts your resonance."

The arena dimmed.

Rank 52 Cleared.

Shell Reverb Mastery: 72%

Advanced Layer Detected — Tripart Echo Capable.

Rav'nok rose slowly, offering Leon a memory-inked scroll.

"This… is the path to the Fourth Echo. You will not survive it yet. But when the time comes—let this guide you."

Leon took it with respect.

Roselia met him at the edge. "That was the quietest war I've ever seen."

Naval blinked. "No flash. No roars. Just pressure and echoes. That… was terrifying."

Leon simply said, "Let's rest. Then on to Rank 51."

***

Obsidian Arena – Rank 51 Challenge

The next battle began under a blood-red sky, as the Obsidian Temple's upper terrace opened to reveal a battlefield unlike the others—a jagged canyon cut through layers of living obsidian. Smoke and heat rose in columns, and the only platform was a narrow bridge of molten glass stretching over a pit of magma.

Leon stood at the edge, breath steady. His injuries from the last battle hadn't fully healed—his ribs ached, and his left leg was still partially wrapped. But he couldn't stop now.

From the opposite end stepped his next opponent: Velkhar the Molten Coil, Rank 51—an obsidian ant warrior twisted by magma-infused evolution. His exoskeleton was lined with hardened lava, and steam hissed from vents along his spine. Unlike the others, Velkhar used a hybrid style: brute force combined with volcanic techniques that warped the battlefield itself.

As the bridge sealed behind them, molten glyphs lit up underfoot.

"Shell Reverb will only carry you so far," Velkhar said, voice low and grinding like shifting earth. "You'll burn here, outsider."

Leon gave no reply. His knuckles cracked. His aura shimmered faintly as Shell Reverb initialized.

Velkhar struck first—slamming his fists into the molten bridge, sending gouts of fire spiraling toward Leon. The eruption was fast and wide—no room to dodge.

Leon activated a shell twist—rolling into the blow, absorbing some of the shock with Shell Reverb. He redirected the force into a backstep, but Velkhar was already upon him.

A knee strike to the ribs—crack.