My Charity System made me too OP

Roman faced a version of himself wielding voidfire, eyes cold, a mercenary who had abandoned everything for power.

Millim's other self looked ancient—like a queen of blood and ruin, power surging like a tidal wave.

Navala saw her alternate—tired, bitter, scarred… but powerful beyond imagining.

And Leon…

He stepped forward and locked eyes with his mirror-self—Voidbreaker energy radiating like a storm, but his aura… was hollow. Empty. A being who had sacrificed too much. Who had become a God of Nothing.

"…This is what I could become?" Leon muttered. "No… what I will become… if I don't choose carefully."

Another one opened and from it came out of Liliana Counter.

She looked the same, at first glance—same graceful posture, same calm demeanor—but there was a terrifying calm in her eyes, as if she'd long since stopped believing in anything but the blade. Her aura shimmered like a blade dipped in divine ichor and tainted by demonic wrath.

Liliana frowned, instantly on guard. "Tch... I don't like this version of me."

Navala glanced toward her. "Who is she?"

Liliana didn't look away from her alternate self. "A Saint who gave up mercy… and embraced total judgment. No trials, no redemption. Just execution."

Her counterpart smiled faintly. "You're still clinging to hope and hesitation. I've severed both—and ascended because of it."

Liliana's grip tightened on her sacred blade. "That's not ascension. That's corruption."

The other Liliana raised her weapon—its edge glowing with twisted divinity.

"Then prove it. Let's see if your kindness is stronger than my power."

The air cracked as the Hollow Echo raised a hand. From it came swirling singularities, pure absence—voids that could devour light, magic, even concepts. His strike didn't just aim for Leon's body—it tried to erase his very sense of self.

But Leon roared in defiance, his own hand glowing with Voidbreaker Seal: Stage Two, now at 42%.

His blade clashed with non-existence, and the collision sent out ripples that shredded even the illusions of time.

"I am still me. I know who I am. And you're not it."

Yet with every clash, the Hollow Echo evolved—replicating Leon's strikes, adapting his Voidbreaker energies. It took all of Leon's Mythic and ??? Rank abilities just to hold the line.

As the fight dragged on, the battlefield changed around them. Memories of Leon's past bled into the space—his first dungeon, the day he drank the Blood Elixir, even the scene where he first met Roselia.

The Hollow Echo whispered:

"Let go of your memories. Let go of your pain. Let go of choice. I offer peace."

Leon snarled, "Peace without self is just silence. And I'm not ready to die."

Their blades clashed again.

***

The dark version of Roselia stood tall, clad in a flowing crimson dress laced with blood-runes, eyes glowing with malice and charm. She wielded a whip forged from broken oaths and forgotten names.

"You waste your powers on loyalty," the tyrant Roselia taunted. "You were meant to rule, to break hearts and kingdoms alike!"

Roselia, eyes cold, summoned her Shadow Rose Dominion, a field of ghostly petals that deflected charm-based magic and amplified stealth-based attacks.

"Ruling by fear is easy. Earning love... that's the challenge."

They clashed across illusions of conquered kingdoms, long-lost memories, and heartbreaks Roselia buried deep. The whip cracked through walls of willpower, forcing Roselia to retreat, strike, vanish, repeat.

Every strike reminded her of what she could've become if she'd let bitterness win.

She didn't back down.

***

Roman's mirror self stood atop a golden war machine, wielding a scepter of control and an army of illusory soldiers.

"Order. Total control. This is how peace is achieved," he said.

Roman's chains of gravity coiled and struck, but the Iron Dictator shrugged off the effects, countering with Anti-Law Seals—suppressing Roman's gravitational dominion.

For hours they clashed—each blow a debate, each spell a theory tested.

"True peace isn't about control," Roman growled. "It's about trust."

He broke the scepter with a sky-shattering gravitational collapse and crushed the illusions beneath his heel—but the Dictator always rebuilt, stronger and smarter.

Roman was sweating, bleeding, smiling.

"Let's see how much longer you can copy me."

***

Naval faced a version of herself that had accepted demonic contracts and embraced power over her people's trust. The flames around her burned purple-black, and every spell screamed with cursed tongues.

"You burned for others," said the dark Navala. "I burn them and they obey."

Naval, bathed in azure fire, fought a war of flames. Her purification magic fought against corruption, spell for spell.

Every time her fire touched her opponent, she heard whispers.

"Why suffer for them? Why hold back?"

But she didn't waver.

"I'm not burning alone anymore," she muttered, "I've got them. And that's more than enough."

***

The vampiric side of Millim had gone feral—long, wild hair, bat wings, and a hunger that extended into souls and fate. She laughed as she drank blood from shadows and tore into Millim's memories.

"You think you're in control. You think the blood doesn't own you. Let me show you the truth."

Millim flew into the air, her fangs bared, blood armor igniting around her. Her own blood had evolved after drinking from Leon—resonating with unknown ??? properties.

Her laughter met the echo's scream. They spiraled through the sky, clawing, biting, releasing spell-bursts that warped gravity.

Millim grinned. "I've tasted Leon's power. I know who I am."

Then she sank her fangs into the echo's neck—dominating her own bloodline.

***

Holy light clashed with divine justice. Liliana's opponent was cold, relentless, nearly perfect. Every judgment she passed glowed with divine runes that tried to erase sin.

"You could've been flawless," said the Executioner. "But you hesitate."

Liliana bled from dozens of cuts. Her holy blade flickered, her breathing shallow.

But her eyes shone.

"I am not perfect. That's what makes me worthy of judging others."

Her wings flared wide as she invoked the Blessing of the Unyielding Saint, a ???-tinged blessing that let her endure even divine decrees.

She parried the final execution strike—and struck down her counterpart in one, soul-splitting arc.