Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 317: B3: C107: Reiki Dances in Hell

Her Raiding Spider Monsters scuttled up from behind her and rushed forth to engage the true enemy.

Each spider was large enough to feast on pack beasts like they were mere snacks. They all had grand abilities fusing the powers of the original White Spider Dungeon, the Devouring Librarian Dungeon, the Wolf Dragon Dungeon, and the many other legendary offerings her glorious master and his empire had sacrificed to Reiki.

Suffice to say, the first impish devils and demon hounds hadn’t come fully prepared as volleys of explosive silk missiles, sorcerous poison darts, and howling torrents crashed upon them. The forces of hell hurled infernal beams and fireballs in return, only to clash against shields of white silk magic or hard pelts of fuzzy dragon scale.

Reiki waited for something worthy of her direct attention. Until then, she held out one of six hands for another sacrilegious meal.

One of the spider monsters, a Dungeon Capturer Master, handed her a wrapped up guardian of the Hell Gate. The webbing wreaked havoc on the little morsel’s aura channels and drained its vitality, while the poison already injected into its body turned its innards mushy and reduced physical stats.

Such a horrid fate would’ve normally been painful, but Reiki deigned some mercy to the twisted monsters used as the gate guardians. After all, they were all former members of the White Silk Dancers, so each one went under anesthesia after getting captured and wrapped up.

“Through me, our dance will never end. We will have beautiful vengeance together, my dear kin,” Reiki repeated for the thousandth time.

The wrapped-up living mummy moaned in her hand before falling silent and accepting its fate.

Reiki cannibalized her former clan member as more of her Raiding Spider Monsters rushed forward and devastated the initial devils and demons.

Seeing the fall of devils and demons put a smile on Reiki’s face while rousing her hunger. She extended all six of her hands, and more of her former kin ended up cannibalized, each one gaining a moment of recognition and a promise to avenge them before they were all gone inside of her.

The nature of Hell Gates was cruel. The first enemies were the twisted and monsterized souls of the locals. Only after getting past them could a hell crawler or raider get to the actual devils and demons.

But clearing the way meant a Hell Break was more likely, and as much as Reiki would adore letting the forces of hell cause trouble for Carrowmore, her glorious master wanted this gate handled.

And the gate belonged to that fucker.

“Sinfeast!” Reiki screamed. “You took what was mine! I shall take what is yours!”

A few infernal beams flew in her direction, but her Dungeon Librarian Master had already placed down their own wards around her. The studious spider monsters were the reason the curse magic lacked bite. Their arcane knowledge and practical skills were too advanced to overcome.

Reiki watched the orange hellfire beams and fireballs splashed harmlessly against the ward barriers.

Unimpressed, she waited as her spiders slaughtered and danced, dominating the fight before taking advantage of capturing living prey. A Dungeon Capturer Master scuttled quickly with its secured offering held in a cocoon, the imp squirming in agony as its innards turned mushy without anesthesia.

Reiki gladly took the offering with a broad smile, her pale lips peeling back to reveal her shifting spider fangs. Her jaw stretched monstrously wide over the meal, poisonous drool dripping free.

But atlas, her first devilish bite of true vengeance wouldn’t come to be just yet.

Sensing danger, Reiki jolted to the side as an infernal crescent slashed through the wards and made them screech and fizzle out. The capturer lost its legs, and the dropped meal turned into diced meat once the flying hell-slash ran over the imp.

Reiki stood aside unharmed as the tides of battle shifted unfavorably.

With a haughty huff, Reiki swept one of her six hands through her long, silky white hair and flipped the strands over her shoulder. Her elongated spinnerette tail waved behind her smoothly, seemingly unbothered as a more powerful unit of hellish combatants exited out the corridor on the other side.

The enemy comprised one armored devil who was sixty feet tall, ten more than Reiki, while weighed down by thick plates of hell metal that gave off the highest grade of legendary quality – so close to mythical, Reiki would’ve been fooled if she lacked in her Wonder stat. The devil wasn’t by himself – demonic beasts heeded to his commands.

There were many more of them than Reiki’s spiders, forcing a short but tactical retreat as the infernal forces rallied upon this first real battle between the Carrowmore Hell Gate and the Dancing Dragon Dungeon. Everything else up to this point was a warm up.

Reiki inwardly smiled, but on the outside, she scowled.

The fighting slowed. The heavily plated devil strode with booming steps to the front, the demons sidling out of his way.

With a smooth and charming voice that resounded with a metallic ring from his heavy helm, the devil spoke as if addressing a friend.

“I have no qualms with you, Reiki of the White Silk Dancers. It is unfortunate what was done to your clan, and what was done to you. You would’ve been a glorious countess, with only the fault of not being evil enough.”

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The armored juggernaut bowed while placing one gauntlet-clad hand on his breastplate. The other hand wrenched the large all-metal maul from behind his back, the enchantments letting the weapon go free from its magic tether.

The music making a bastardized parody of her people’s ancient melodies grew louder. The demons yipped, cawed, growled, and slobbered as their myriad horrid gazes viewed Reiki’s spiders as prey. And the armored devil continued with his charade.

“This is not normally the work I do, but Lord Darth’s falling has left a hole and much opportunity. And Evil God Sinfeast gave an offer that I, Lord Anvil, couldn’t refuse. Forgive me, dear Reiki, for I must smash you now.”

“No.”

Reiki unleashed her own brand of sorcery on top of her most powerful traits and skills. She ripped control of the music from the Hell Gate and infused the air with the proper songs.

Everything changed to her favor in the blink of an eye as her spider librarian placed down new wards to thwart the grasping power of the Hell Gate, at least in this one chamber.

Lord Anvil launched himself immediately like a cannonball. Sixty feet of heavy hell metal be damned.

His demons were nowhere near as fast, and wouldn’t get the chance to be since the fossilized orgy beneath their feet came to life from hearing the original music of their clan. The tormented White Silk Dancers grasped and clawed at the feet of the demons, doing no more than harassing and slowing them down. It was still plenty more than what Reiki would’ve asked of them.

The spider monsters on Reiki’s side moved swifter and with more grace, darting out of the way as Lord Anvil brought down his maul on Reiki’s head like a meteorite.

The sound of steely cables going taut with a snap resounded loudly across the entire hell space, right on beat with a sharp change in the symphonic music.

The maul, all of Lord Anvil’s weight, and his many abilities infused with his infernal power as a divine Devil Lord, all of that failed against the invisible webs Reiki had strung up.

The Devil Lord roared. He burst with shocking magic that sounded like a thousand hammers hitting an anvil. He yanked and kicked and thrashed against the binds.

Reiki laughed and gloated. “My master fed me constantly. He fed me so much I felt like I would burst.”

Reiki twirled in circles around the struggling Devil Lord. “And when I thought he and his friends couldn’t keep feeding me legendary items, they created more legendary items, all at the very peak grade. So, I kept eating them, and in turn, my dungeon and power grew. My webbing can match low-grade mythical and stop you without me trying.”

She danced and laughed some more.

Lord Anvil roared metallically. “I know you serve the Dark Emperor, Reiki! But you cannot tell me he is such a fool to waste legendary weapons on the likes of you, a failed countess and gullible wench who gave up a valuable secret!”

The Devil Lord released another series of shockwaves, but far stronger than before. The webbing keeping hold of him snapped, and Lord Anvil was immediately back to harassing Reiki with fast and powerful maul swings.

He attacked with bursts of speed that would’ve caught most adventurers off guard. Each swing of his maul released shockwaves that could bypass armor, pulp internals, and disorientate his target. And his armor vibrated with a growing power that was ready to explode, as if waiting for someone to strike a plate and suffer the consequences.

Yet, no matter what Lord Anvil did, he couldn’t catch Reiki.

His bursting speed was a few steps too slow behind her superior dancer’s grace as she twirled away from him. Every shockwave emitted by his maul rolled softly over Reiki’s body and seemed to fade inside of her, empowering her even further. And whatever other offensive magic he wielded seemed to miss their mark or fail to have a large enough effect on her.

With little choice, Lord Anvil kept rushing his armored body at her to goad her into an attack.

It took him too long to notice each of his maneuvers mirrored her maneuvers. When he tried to stop, his body kept going on beat with the music, as if countless strings had attached themselves all over Lord Anvil, going deeper than the flesh.

He wasn’t his own anymore, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t stop the dance. He couldn’t stop from dropping the maul and smoothly unbuckling and stripping every piece of armor off his body until he was a naked man with red skin covered in scars and a crown of horns on his bald head.

He could only do one thing as he grasped Reiki’s hands and waltzed around with her.

He could only speak.

“How?”

Reiki smiled. “A spider never tells the fly how the web is made.”

Unbeknown to Lord Anvil and everyone else, Reiki always had an ability like this. An ability she held in secret even when she first met Zarian Darkrun.

It was a divine ability, the Thematic Law of the White Silk Dance. Any enemy who danced with Reiki for a prolonged period and wanted to harm her out of spite or evil intentions had to surpass a Willpower check that was three times higher than Reiki’s Wonder stat.

Or they would become her puppets.

Zarian was the first adventurer who danced the dance of death without attacking Reiki with evil intentions. Ever since that boss battle two years ago, Reiki had adored him, the glorious master.

The dance with Lord Anvil ended.

The demonic beasts suffered a thorough defeat, with many in the process of being turned into future meals by Reiki’s spiders. And Lord Anvil spun Reiki into a flourish before he took a graceful pose with one arm extended loosely above his head and another posed toward his open neck, as if to offer himself to Reiki.

“Please, no. I meant you no harm,” the Devil Lord begged. “It is the fault of Sinfeast that your clan fell. It is the fault of Sinfeast that your own sister betrayed you.”

Reiki sauntered slowly up to Lord Anvil. A single hand traced up along his arm before pressing a claw to his jugular.

Lord Anvil gulped. “I can serve you and your master, the Dark Emperor. I can rally a large force from hell to act in service to the growing Ride-or-Die Empire. All you must do is give me a chance to prove my worth, milady, oh true heir of Carrowmore!”

“No,” Reiki said, smiling. “The Ride-or-Die Empire has no need for devils and demons when they have my spiders.” She leaned closer to his neck. “And with enough food, even my spiders will learn to be dancing devils for the glory of my master.”

Reiki feasted upon Lord Anvil, her first divine devil.

It was ironic that a creature with hellish divinity, who had regressed from the Level 500s to stomp on a lesser creature, couldn’t overcome a Thematic Law. Then again, Thematic Laws and Thematic Concepts were some of the rarest traits that even most gods had failed to acquire.

And for some reason, Reiki was among those few to have such sacred abilities. There were others who had the same at the Ride-or-Die Empire, such as her master.

Maybe it was fate. Or maybe it was the will of the Star System. Or maybe it was because the World of Castles and Caverns was the grandest locus of growth and power that made it the envy of other Lesser Worlds, creating overpowered creatures like Reiki and Ruvaria and such.

Either way, Reiki had a wonderful meal and felt herself grow stronger and bigger. She carried on with her raid on the Hell Gate, singing the songs of her ancient people and dancing with her spiders. And sometimes, she would stop and look up, catching the divine observation of someone naughty.

Reiki grinned and revealed all her fangs. “One day, Sinfeast, the glorious master will cast you down. And I will be at the bottom of the pit, waiting for what’s left of you. The music I will make from your agony will have angels weep tears of blood, and I shall drink a hearty fill in toast to our fated union.”

Reiki remembered the assassinations. She remembered her mother’s cold and lifeless body sprawled on the throne. She remembered avenging her clan with the help of Ekri the Tailor before assuming the position as countess.

She remembered her attempts to reconcile the crimes Carrowmore had committed against the elves, breaking common ground with Ruvaria the Genocider despite their opposing alignments and their histories.

And Reiki remembered the night her last surviving family member stabbed her in the back, paralyzing her before dragging her off to a secret ritual site to turn her into a weak monster.

“Sinfeast prefers evil to stay evil, dear sister,” Yuka had said thousands of years ago. “And what Sinfeast wants is what we’ll provide.”

“We can be better than this,” Reiki had said hoarsely thousands of years ago. “We can be smarter than the evil alignment. Please, sister, don’t betray me!”

“My naive sister, there is no being smarter than evil. There is only being evil or being weak. And you … are weak.”

Thousands of years later, Reiki wondered if she would still be called weak after she finished feasting on an entire Hell Gate and pushing her dungeon to mythical quality. She couldn’t wait for the family reunion.

Though she might be getting ahead of herself.

“Hm, what a curious bug you are,” said a young feminine voice that made Reiki and all of her spiders freeze.

From a dark side corridor that Reiki couldn’t observe into, because darkness was too thick and impenetrable, a small feminine figure walked out. The figure was tiny compared to Reiki and her spiders, barely snack size.

Yet, Reiki felt primal fear and did everything she could to survive. She knelt down and planted her chin on the floor, her eyes nervously tracking the little figure. Her spiders followed Reiki’s example and flattened themselves submissively.

They all held their breaths as the little figure stopped in front of Reiki’s face.

“A smart bug, too,” hummed The Dragoness, who shared resemblance to the glorious master. “One of my brother’s little pets with some draconic features, I see. I suppose I shall let you be. You aren’t what I’m looking for, anyway.”

The humanized Dragoness left to search for whatever curiosity drew her true horrid attention, and Reiki had to take ten minutes off her raid to reconcile with the casual humbling.

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She had a long way to go in the grand scheme of things. Knowing that filled her with more determination to see her personal affairs handled satisfactorily. Her glorious master had bigger issues on his plate than Reiki’s old grudges, and she wanted to be of more help to him.

“I must … become mythical,” Reiki hissed, picking herself up and leading her spiders deeper into their raid of the Carrowmore Hell Gate.