My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 253: Mystic Cave III

"And it's still active?" Millim asked, tilting her head.

Leon nodded again. "It's sealed by a trial of the soul. If you can't match her heart, her resolve, her illusions—you're rejected."

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Naval whistled. "So, who tries first?"

But before anyone could speak, the room began to shift. Glowing threads of illusion wrapped around the group—but instead of trapping them, they gently pushed everyone back… all except one.

Liliana.

A soft wind surrounded her, drawing her toward the central platform as the monument began to pulse with recognition. Her eyes widened, and her hands trembled slightly.

"What's happening?" she asked, stunned.

Leon smiled faintly. "It's choosing you."

The others watched in silence as a projection shimmered into existence—a tall woman with flowing violet robes and eyes like stars. The image of the Mystic Queen.

Her voice echoed gently through the chamber.

"I was once like you… orphaned, forgotten, wandering. But I rose—because I turned pain into power. You, child of loss… you carry the same ember."

Liliana stood frozen, her eyes brimming. The Queen continued:

"If you accept my legacy, you accept my path—of illusion, of heart, of defiance against fate itself. Are you ready?"

Liliana clenched her fists… then stepped forward. "I am."

Light engulfed her.

The crystals spun wildly, and an intricate crest formed above her head—a sigil shaped like a crown of feathers and stars. Her aura surged, layered with mystic energy. New knowledge, techniques, and memories flooded her mind—of the Queen's struggles, her victories, her deepest magic.

Then silence fell.

Liliana slowly opened her eyes—now shining with a soft purple hue—and looked at the group.

"…I have her legacy now," she said softly, voice steadier than ever before.

Roselia grinned. "Knew it'd be you."

Roman nodded. "You deserved it."

Leon smiled proudly. "Then let's make sure the world knows the Mystic Queen's name will rise again—through you."

And as they turned to leave the chamber, the throne behind Liliana shimmered one last time… then faded into stardust, its purpose fulfilled.

As they walked out of the now-silent legacy chamber, the faint echoes of ancient magic still hummed behind them. The walls of the Mystic Cave glistened with residual energy, but their focus had shifted entirely to the girl at the center of it all—Liliana, who now bore the mantle of the Mystic Queen.

Naval was the first to break the silence, turning to her with a curious grin.

"So… what kind of crazy power did you just inherit? Mystic Queen legacy can't just be all glow and drama, right?"

Liliana looked thoughtful as she walked, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in the air. Where she moved, the air shimmered, responding to her even without spell chants.

"I don't fully understand all of it yet," she admitted. "But… I can feel it. It's not just illusions—it's true domain shaping. I can craft entire false realities, not just hide behind tricks or decoys."

Roselia raised an eyebrow. "False realities? Like… dreamscapes?"

Liliana nodded. "More than that. If I focus, I can create a space where the rules follow my will. Like bending reality itself within a limited area. If someone steps into it, they won't be able to tell what's real or not… unless their will is stronger than mine."

"Sounds like a nightmare for any enemy," Roman said with a low whistle. "She could basically trap someone in their worst fears or in a fake world where they already lost."

Leon chimed in, intrigued. "And that's just the beginning. The Queen wasn't just a master of illusions—she was also a master of soul layering. You might gain the ability to fragment your presence, or even exist in multiple places at once."

Liliana's eyes flickered for a moment. "Actually… yeah. I think I can do that now. I can leave echoes—copies of myself, not just shadows or afterimages, but functioning projections that can think, move, even cast spells. They're not permanent… but in the right moment, they could win a fight without me being physically there."

Millim let out an impressed whistle. "Dang, girl… you basically turned into a ghost queen who can punch you with reality and still not be there."

Everyone laughed a bit at the description, even Liliana, though there was still something distant in her eyes—she was still absorbing everything.

Roselia stepped beside her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"You earned it, Liliana. The way you walked through that trial… no one else could've."

Liliana gave a small, sincere smile.

"Thanks… I think I've just taken my first step toward becoming someone who can protect what I care about. No more running. No more hiding behind others."

Leon nodded approvingly. "Good. You're one of the pillars of this team now."

As they made their way toward the teleportation hub, heading back to Lysor's upper district, the group felt a renewed sense of strength—not just from Liliana's new powers, but from how far each of them had come.

Leon and his group continued to challenge powerful dungeons, each one more difficult than the last, thinking that perhaps they might uncover another legacy or gain further hidden blessings. Yet, even after clearing six more dungeons—each with complex mechanics, unique bosses, and harsh environments—they didn't receive any new legacies.

However, what they did gain was just as important: recognition, floor access, and the breaking of their level caps.

With each dungeon cleared, they unlocked more of the Tower's floors and stretched past the original barriers that once limited them. Soon, they found themselves standing on the 50th floor, far beyond what most adventurers could ever dream of reaching.

With their current strength and the evolved state of their abilities, crossing floors had become significantly easier. The once-imposing threats that guarded every level now felt manageable, and in some cases, trivial—especially now that Leon had reached Tier IV.

The group gathered at the resting plaza of the 50th floor, the view stretching out to a vast expanse of silver plains under a glass-like sky. The atmosphere here was different—denser, sharper, almost as if the Tower itself recognized them as true contenders.