My Charity System made me too OP
Chapter 365 - 365: Spiral Crown II

The wind above the eastern edge of Floor 302 howled like a warhorn.

Massive floating battle-arenas hovered between rumbling stormbanks, suspended by thundersteel pylons and radiant cloudforges. Combatants leapt between drifting stone islands, each clash causing a burst of stormfire and wind arcs visible from miles away.

And at the center of this chaos stood a colossal ring of coiled bronze and silver—the Thunderborne Arena, carved into the bones of a sky-dragon slain centuries ago.

[THUNDERBORNE ARENA – LEGENDARY CHALLENGE ZONE]

Trial Type: Competitive Combat Gauntlet

Entry Requirement: At least one Echo Phantom Defeated

Rewards: Stormforged Echo Cores, Aether-Clad Armor, Gladiator Keys, Title: Stormbearer

At the wind-wreathed gates, a sentry in armor shaped like crashing waves greeted them.

"You bear the Echo Spark," the man said, nodding at Leon's glowing gauntlet. "You are eligible for entry. You will be seeded as challengers. Win five ranked matches, and the final gate shall open."

Milim grinned. "Five fights? That's breakfast."

Roman, adjusting his bracers, muttered, "Yeah, well. Let's hope dessert isn't an Elder Storm Behemoth."

Leon, however, was already looking up.

High above, atop the topmost ring platform, a figure watched them.

Cloaked in silver-blue lightning.

Armored in broken thunder.

The current Stormbearer Champion.

The arena changed forms each round.

For the first battle, they stood atop a circular wind-platform with no walls. Lightning flashed beneath them. A rumble echoed—and from the storm clouds rose the first enemies:

Vortex Lions — ethereal beasts made of wind pressure and static arcs. They howled, each roar sending concussive shockwaves.

Liliana raised a hand. "Hold position! They're sensitive to unstable movements."

Leon waited—then moved just as the first lion leapt.

He struck with Tripart Echo, using the airborne delay and rebound tempo to slam two beasts mid-pounce. Roselia spun beside him, sword singing, carving streaks in the air like a sonic net.

Roman threw charged anchors into the platform to trap one lion's arc mid-leap—milim punched it in the face before it hit the ground.

Naval's gravity traps kept them pulled into zones, while Liliana's wind-clone strikes decimated them.

[Round One Complete – Victory in 02:11]

Audience Approval Rating: 74%

Reward: Windwalker's Ember Core x3

The next round was against actual gladiators—three veteran Ascenders who had lived on Floor 302 their whole lives.

One wielded dual thunder-spears.

One used a stormblade fused with a wyvern's eye.

The third? A monk-like warrior who fought barefoot, using stormwind echo strikes—similar to Leon's own Shell Reverb.

This one caught Leon's attention.

Their clash was intense.

Blow for blow. Pulse for pulse.

Leon analyzed his echo, then began syncing his rhythm with the monk's—until they struck in unison, and Leon inverted the monk's echo into a Tripart Clash Loop, overloading his stance and sending him crashing into the pillar wall.

Roselia dueled the spearman midair. Milim body-slammed the sword-user from a lightning rail.

[Round Two Complete – Victory in 03:19]

Audience Approval Rating: 88%

Reward: Thunderborne Key Fragment x1, Echo Storm Dust x5

The team sat in the resting zone: a floating forge-temple overlooking the battlefield below.

Roman examined his gear. "These rewards are serious. That storm dust could supercharge my stabilizers."

Leon held the Echo Storm Dust between his fingers. He could feel it vibrating with pressure and time energy.

Roselia sat beside him. "You know… that monk? He wasn't just using a copy. He was using an echo built from watching you fight."

Leon nodded slowly. "The longer we climb, the more our fights shape this world."

Milim chuckled. "Means we better start fighting weirder."

A distant roar shook the clouds.

Naval stood and pointed skyward. "We've got a problem."

Descending through the storm mist came an enormous serpent with electric crystals for eyes and a lightning coil running down its spine.

Lightning Maw Wyrm – Controlled Beast Tier VIII

Arena will be moving mid-fight. Hazard zones active. Timed charges required.

Leon rose.

Echofang hummed with Titan Reverb. His Echo Heart core pulsed once.

"Then let's bring the storm down."

ROUND THREE – LIGHTNING MAW WYRMLORD

Arena Configuration: Cyclone Spine Field

A chain of connected floating disks orbiting a storm vortex. Platforms spin slowly in a circular pattern, constantly shifting.

Each platform has a separate magnetic polarity and atmospheric charge.

Fall = elimination.

Above the vortex, thunder howled.

Wind screamed across the arena's open plates.

And from the clouds descended their opponent—

A 30-meter-long storm wyrm, plated in charged crystal scales, each beat of its wings cracking the sky.

BOSS: Lightning Maw Wyrmlord (Tier VIII)

– Mobility: Aerial, coiling flight

– Abilities: Thunder Dive, Voltage Field, Jaw Lock

– Weakness: Sync disruption / Pulse overload

Leon stood forward, Echofang now humming with Reverb Titan Shellbone integrated. Its pulse had deepened—denser. Each movement had weight and tempo memory.

"Stay spread out. Move with the plates."

The Wyrm opened with a thunder dive.

Its wings folded. Lightning laced its body as it plummeted toward Leon's disk—he leapt just before impact, and the platform shattered, forcing him to use midair echo-steps to land on the next rotating disk.

Milim launched upward, striking the beast's neck with a flaming elbow drop—barely dented its scales.

Roselia activated Sonic Thread Barrage, wrapping sharp resonance strands around the wyrm's wings.

Naval planted two gravity nodes on the outer disk edges to stabilize orbit while Roman laid pulse anchors beneath—programmed to trigger on tail contact.

Liliana drew a rune in the air, casting Tempest Shard Veil, forming a half-dome shield as the beast screamed.

At 62% health, the wyrm shed its outer coil, releasing a voltage storm ring—a crackling zone that caused EMP-like effects on all magical and pulse-based gear.

Leon's Echofang buzzed and stuttered—until he manually forced it back into rhythm with Karmic Loop + Absolute Return, grounding the overload via his own pulse.

He vaulted across three disks midair—then drew power from the Echo Heart Core embedded in his weapon.

"Tripart Echo — Phasefold Detonation!"

Three phantom strikes pre-activated across the wyrm's flank. When the real strike landed, all three echoes detonated, creating a sonic rupture that blew off two scale plates.

The wyrm screamed, tail whipping—

Roman yelled, "NOW!"

All of Roman's pulse anchors activated.

A web of electrostatic counterforce locked the wyrm's body in place for three seconds.

Leon took the chance.

Leapt onto the wyrm's spine.

Bloodied and grounded on two spinning disks, the wyrm roared—activating its Wrath Mode.

Its eyes glowed solid white. Arcs of thunder began pulling nearby echoes of their previous movements into play. The battlefield began replaying their prior positions—now as shock clones.

Leon dodged a copy of himself—his past echo swinging. He muttered, "It's using our timeline movement echoes against us."

Liliana, drawing on her new wind-enhanced timing, redirected a shock clone's attack into the wyrm itself, stunning it.

Milim grabbed its horn—

"Leon, do your thing!"

Leon leapt, focusing everything. Shellfire, Karmic Flow, and Echo of Origin synced. His blade glowed white-blue-gold.

"Final Rhythm—Shell Pulse: Absolute Fracture!"

The moment his blade connected—

—every recorded echo of his movement across the fight hit at once.

Seven strikes.

Across three different times.

All synced into one frame of reality.

The wyrm collapsed, roaring into stillness.

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