My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 261: Invaders

"Abominations… the things that eat everything in their path," Naval muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she read through the encrypted scroll given to them by the Association.

Her fingers trembled slightly as the sigils on the scroll shimmered with eerie black and violet light—coated in warning glyphs not meant for the eyes of the uninitiated.

"They seem powerful," she continued, "and even the energy they use… it's not mana. It's something else. Twisted. Hungry. It corrupts and decays everything it touches. Even spiritbound weapons are at risk."

Leon took the scroll from her, he examined it. The diagrams were grotesque—twisted shapes of semi-living nightmares, each one barely definable. One had countless eyes growing from its spine. Another had bones outside its skin, constantly rearranging themselves.

"They don't belong to any system we know. Not the Tower. Not the Dungeon Races. Not even Outer Cosmos mana fields," Roselia said as she leaned over his shoulder. "They're like… violations of reality."

Milim, who had been levitating upside-down while bored, suddenly grew serious. "These things… I've read something like them before. In the old war of my world. They don't just eat. They erase. Like they're trying to rewrite existence."

" It was also the reason why our world sgreed to jpin to Tower so that we can protect ourselvses from these things"

"though at that time I thought its just an farce but I guess it was truw all along"

Leon looked up from the scroll, his tone sharp. "Then we stop them here."

"But how do you kill something that unravels the rules of your world just by existing?" Roman asked grimly.

Leon let out a short, gruff scoff in response, cracking his neck as he stepped forward.

"Relax," he said with a shrug. "The invaders assigned to us are still within our tier. Manageable. These ones aren't collapsing reality just by breathing."

He held up the scroll again, shifting the enchanted material to the next set of projections. The grotesque shapes morphed and shimmered, rearranging into more recognizable forms—humanoid figures, albeit still unnatural in posture and movement. Twisted, but solid. Fightable.

"They've taken on human-like forms now. Still dangerous, sure—but no cosmic-level corruption or law-shattering aura. No need for divine seals or spatial anchoring."

He looked around at his team, confidence radiating from his calm tone.

"Our opponents are here. And they bleed just like we do."

Roselia smirked faintly, already drawing her weapon. Milim grinned and floated upright again, her aura beginning to spark. Naval's tension eased slightly as she adjusted her gauntlets. Even Roman gave a small nod, his earlier concern melting into focus.

"And with our current power level," Leon added, his voice sharp and certain, "we'll erase them without needing to bend a single rule of this world."

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"Understood," Liliana replied, standing with the rest. "Let's hunt."

They moved in unison, ready to take the fight to the enemy.

The group advanced swiftly across the obsidian-hued platform of the 101st floor, the environment shifting into a battlefield already warped by invading presence. Jagged structures twisted unnaturally toward the sky, their geometry seemingly defying logic, and the very air felt denser—like the floor itself was holding its breath.

Leon led at the front, the Voidbreaker mark etched onto his back faintly glowing beneath his cloak. His presence was a silent warning to anything watching from the shadows.

Roman walked a few steps behind, his expression grim as he studied the data on the hovering scroll beside him.

"These… humanoid ones," Roman began, his voice low and edged with disgust. "They're not just puppets or constructs. They were people once. Warriors. Mages. Even ascenders from other Towers who stood against the Abominations. But when they failed… they weren't killed."

Naval glanced at him. "Then what happened?"

"They were repurposed," Roman spat the word. "Twisted. Infected. Slowly reshaped into what they call the Heralds of Abomination."

Roselia's eyes narrowed. "Heralds… so they're the ones who come before the true Abominations?"

Roman nodded. "Yeah. They act like parasites. They invade the inner structure of a world—not with brute force, but by wearing familiar faces, sowing doubt, spreading decay from within. They start by eating away at the will of the strong. Then, they rewrite the very core of that world—its memories, its essence. By the time the Abomination arrives, the place is already hollow."

Milim shivered—not from fear, but anger. "So they're like a curse. A slow death."

"Exactly. The Heralds are the disease… and the Abominations are just the final stage."

Leon stopped atop a hill of twisted steel and broken stone, his eyes focused on a distant rift shimmering faintly in the air like heat waves. The energy signature was faint… but unmistakably wrong.

"There," he said quietly.

The group paused, weapons drawn, energy focusing around them. From within the shimmer, footsteps echoed faintly.

The rift pulsed once.

Then figures began to emerge—humanoid in shape, draped in tattered robes or fragmented armor, their eyes glowing with a sickly inverted light. Some bore weapons that twitched like living things; others had twisted limbs trailing smoky tendrils.

But what stood out the most… was the smile. All of them wore the same hollow, identical grin.

Like masks made to mock humanity.

The Heralds had arrived.

Leon's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Eyes up. No hesitation."

His aura surged outward, crackling with power.

"The Tower gave us strength for a reason. Let's remind them why we're here."

The battle was about to begin.

Lightning split the sky above as Leon stepped forward, cloak billowing with every crack of his rising aura. Behind him, the rest of the team spread out with practiced precision—each one a warrior tempered by the Tower's brutal ascent.

The Heralds stood unmoving, their smiles impossibly wide, as if amused by what approached.

Then, as if on some silent cue—

They moved.

Like wind-blown shadows, the Heralds surged forward with inhuman speed, limbs jerking and warping mid-stride. One launched toward Leon, its fingers elongating into jagged claws. Leon didn't flinch. With a single flash of movement, his sword was out—Voidbreaker steel, pulsing with ???-rank energy. He bisected the Herald with a clean cut, its body unraveling into threads of corrupted essence.