My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 288: Deep Sea Singers VII

Aqua laughed softly—a pure, musical sound.

"It's over," she said, wonder in her voice. "Truly over."

Leon stood quietly, arms crossed, a deep calm settling over him.

He had spent so long preparing for endless war, endless struggle. Now... there was only space to breathe. To build. To live.

Roman leaned back against a pillar, smiling faintly.

"Guess we're out of a job."

"Not out of a purpose," Roselia corrected, smiling. "Our mission just changed."

Millim punched the air, grinning wildly.

"Finally! We can make stuff instead of breaking it!"

Leon chuckled quietly, the tension he'd carried for so long finally lifting from his shoulders.

He looked around at his team—their friends, their family.

At the Choir children, now laughing freely in the plazas, singing songs of their own invention.

At Aethralun, gleaming and alive.

At the endless Rift, now not a battlefield... but a home.

"We've secured the future," Leon said, his voice carrying strength and peace both.

"And now... we get to write it."

The Age of Creation Begins

Over the next months, Aethralun blossomed like never before.

The team shifted from warriors to architects, dreamers, teachers.

Aqua taught new generations how to weave songs into living structures—how to speak not just to the Rift, but with it.

Liliana unlocked new layers of the Nexus's technology, helping to grow libraries made of memory, schools where knowledge passed not just through words, but through resonance itself.

Roman and Roselia trained the next guardians—not soldiers, but stewards. Protectors of balance.

Millim helped create playgrounds and arenas—places for the young and the daring to stretch their bodies and spirits without fear.

Leon—he became something even greater: not a general, but a guide. His summoning abilities birthed entire ecosystems—gardens of light, seas of floating isles, new sanctuaries for any who would seek shelter in the Rift.

They planted Memory Gardens, where dreams could take root.

They built Cathedrals of Song, where voices wove the architecture itself.

And everywhere, the Choir children thrived—children of memory and hope, their laughter and songs filling every corner of Aethralun.

One year after the final battle, Aethralun held its first true celebration.

The entire city gathered in the Grand Plaza, under the open currents of the starlit Rift. Lanterns of woven coral and living light floated in the air. Music, laughter, and joy rippled outward like tides of life.

At the center, Leon stood with the others, holding a small shard of the Tideheart—an emblem of the new era.

He raised it high, and the city answered with a roar of song and light.

No longer warriors.

No longer survivors.

Creators. Builders. Dreamers.

The Rift, once feared, now sang with them.

Final System Update:

[CITY STATUS: HARMONY]

[CHOIR STATUS: AWAKENED]

[HEIR STATUS: ASCENDANT]

[RIFT CONDITION: PEACEFUL]

" I guess since now this Rift is fully stabilized time to return" leon siad as others nodded, Leon snaped his finger as he created the gateway to outside world.

The gateway shimmered like the surface of still water—and then, with a ripple of light and resonance, the team stepped through.

For a moment, all was quiet.

Then the sky opened around them—bright, sunlit clouds above a vast oceanic expanse. They were no longer in the distorted space of the Rift. They stood atop a stone platform floating just above the ocean's surface, crystalline beacons marking it as the old Rift anchor site.

Leon blinked at the open sky, a breeze brushing across his face.

Aqua inhaled deeply, eyes wide. "Real wind…"

"Smells like salt," Millim added with a grin, stretching her arms. "I missed air that didn't sing at you."

Roselia flicked her hair back, taking in the view. "We've been gone a long time."

Then—Leon's communication badge flared.

One tone. Then two. Then dozens.

Dozens of signals lit up on the team's comms, blinking in synchronized waves.

"Multiple pings," Roman said, checking the interface. "A lot of them. Ships. Satellites. Outposts… They've all just realized we're back."

Liliana's eyes scanned the flood of identification codes. "That's not just one nation or one faction. That's everyone."

"I know," Leon said, his voice low. "But after becoming a Voidbreaker... I don't think this is just a normal warning."

He opened his clenched fist slowly.

[Voidbreaker Leon—Reported at Headquarters]

The message was brief, but it echoed with urgency.

Leon couldn't ignore it. The signals from HQ had become more frequent—more direct. They weren't just asking him to report anymore; they were summoning him.

"Something must have happened," he muttered, frowning as he walked alongside the others.

As the team prepared to return to the Tower Assembly, Leon made a quiet decision.

Leon turned to Aqua.

"Okay, Aqua. Time to return to Spiral Mountain," he said gently.

Aqua pouted, her small arms crossing over her chest. "But Papa, I also want to play here too!"

Leon knelt beside her, patting her head with a soft smile. "No, this Tower is dangerous—unlike the Rift. When you're stronger, I promise I'll let you play outside, okay?"

She gave him a grumpy look, cheeks puffed out in protest, but didn't argue further. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Leon sighed as he scooped her up. With a flick of his hand, he opened a portal back to Spiral Mountain. He carefully placed Aqua inside and sealed the Rift behind her.

"She's going to be mad at you for this," Roselia said from behind, her arms crossed, an amused smirk on her face.

Leon shrugged. "It's either that… or her getting hurt."

With that, he took out his command sigil and tapped into it.

A massive ripple tore through the sky as a black jade dragon emerged—elegant, powerful, and coiled with dense mana. It let out a low, thunderous growl as it descended.

Long ago, Leon had used a wyvern as his standard mount. but giving it away as Charity get him a Dragon Rebate.

Now, it hovered in front of him, shimmering with deep green-black scales that caught the light like polished obsidian.

Leon leapt up onto its back with ease.

Roselia followed a moment later, settling into the seat behind him.

"Let's see what this Tower wants with a Voidbreaker," he muttered as the dragon rose into the clouds.