Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch13: Addicting Godling Food

At a distance, the explosion from wrath reprisal looked like a miniature Big Bang event. It didn’t seem possible that anyone could survive it. The power was so immense that all of Corma would’ve been annihilated, and what remained wouldn’t have been enough to even act as a Dying World.

In Mega World Hashmal, the furious light filled the skies and could be seen from many miles away, but it wouldn’t threaten the entire Mega World. It did wipe out multiple throne landmasses that were standing nearby. The explosion created a deep and foreboding crater that gaped upward at the sky. It cleared the clouds above and revealed the Star System in all its glory.

The plasma ball should’ve been the end of any creature who dared face it.

But Zarian Sainte-Darkrun remained unbothered on his personal throne anyway. His darkness, much of it stripped by the divine light and mighty power of the attack, recreated itself from his own aura and reached around the sphere of wrathful destruction.

The darkness spread faster than the wrathful fireball could reach until the beaming light faded, engulfed by an unyielding abyss. Throughout it all, Agni screamed as his greatest attack was denied its rightful delivery, the darkness consuming it.

Then all of it disappeared into Zarian’s power, feeding the darkness, feeding him more aura than he knew what to do with. All that remained was a defeated godling being held by unbreakable snares of darkness, stringing him up like a puppet.

Zarian shifted comfortably on his throne. Para appeared at his side. She was still missing a hand from blocking Agni’s first attack.

“Well, dude, that was fun,” Zarian said. “You’ve legit pushed me further than I’d ever gone. You were the most dangerous opponent we’ve ever faced.”

“Monsters!” Agni shouted. “You are monsters! You must be stopped!”

“Come now, we may be monsters, but we’re pretty decent monsters. We don’t pick on people for no reason. And our growing empire has the happiest people you could find.”

“No child goes hungry,” Para said.

Zarian snapped his fingers. “Exactly! No hungry children. Taxes are fair. People have meaningful work. And they have a lot more freedom than they usually would. It’s just that I have the freedom to rule over them and enforce freedom everywhere I can.”

“You’re not going to…” Para pouted. “But … Father … I wanna eat him!”

Zarian paused.

Man, trying to deny your wonderful daughter her desire to eat and grow wasn’t easy. But Zarian wanted to lead by example and stay firm.

“Let me give him a chance,” Zarian said, focusing on the captured godling. “So, what do you say? Change alignments. Join freedom. And avoid being food for my growing kiddo.”

“Please say no,” Para pleaded, her teeth growing, her maw stretching open monstrously. Her eyes shone with nuclear desire as a churning light beamed out from her throat, promising a horrible end if Para had her way.

Agni’s boldness faltered. To look at the jaws of his doom was nightmarish even for someone as divine and hardened as him. He tried to struggle and break free of the dark bindings that held him, but there was no escape from Thirteen Percent Darkness.

“Come on, man.” The Dark Emperor extended his hand. His smile was a killer look on his dark face. His eyes spiraled with the madness of the void under the brim of his crooked wizard hat. “You don’t have to die. All you have to do … is take my hand … and be free. Don’t listen to the good alignment. Give freedom a try. Join us.”

Agni looked down. He looked up. He looked back at the open and drooling green-lit maw of the monstrous Para. His lips trembled as he thought about taking Zarian’s offer. But then he felt something shining inside of him, the part that connected him with his distant father, Purgehunt.

“No! NO! I MUST BE GOOD! GAH!” Agni found renewed power as his good alignment shot up a few more points.

He broke free of the dark restraints. He activated his fiery mantle, his thunderous crown, his bolting wind steps, his solar lances, and even a smaller version of the smite beam. He attacked the Dark Emperor with all that remained.

Zarian frowned while leaning back comfortably on his dark throne. He did nothing as Para happily skipped forward with a giggle.

The free-roaming parasite woman smacked away every thrown solar lance with her three remaining hands. With a swift upward kick, she redirected a smite beam overhead with her foot. ṛÀ𝐍𝐎ʙĘS

Multiple spells filled her Spell Tower Body. Myriad sorceries, her phantom magic, and the touch of Zarian’s ultra skills filled her to the brim with even more power.

She landed a hand chop on Agni’s shoulder and snapped it with a loud crunch. She hit him with a knee to his ribs and broke them like they were made of twigs.

Her elbow struck his spine and disconnected the nerve connection between his upper body and lower body, folding him backward like he was a meat doll.

The Champion Ranker screamed throughout as Para smacked, kicked, and softened him up. Then her mood shifted from playing with her food to having him stuffed down in one-go.

Agni disappeared with a cry.

There was the sound of intense internal nuclear combustion packed with a dizzying amount of destructive magic. Deep inside of Para’s body, Agni’s divine flesh was stripped from his bones, the rest of him becoming easy-to-absorb particles and divine energies.

“DELICIOUS!” Para cheered, all four hands raised, her whole body healed.

Flickers of golden divine light beamed from under her reddish scales. The divinity of the godling became hers to churn through, with plenty of power going straight to Zarian.

He straightened up in his seat and took in the biggest rush of energy he’d ever tasted. There was something about consuming the divine that was far more addicting than anything else.

It was like a new drug that was perfect for Zarian, and he hadn’t realized it was available to him the whole time. He was pretty sure he hadn’t gotten a real taste of divinity before.

Even that fight with Sinfeast didn’t compare. And when he was the big, bad out-of-control darkness, it mattered little then.

But now … oh, yeah, he could really taste it.

“See. There is no need to offer him freedom.” Para chuckled. “Let’s just hunt down all the godlings and eat them.”

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The temptation was almost undeniable. But he shook his head. “That’s a slippery slope, Para.”

“Even if it’s the children of Sinfeast?”

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go feed you some divine babies!”

“Well, maybe we want to check our gains first,” Para suggested with a teasing smile.

Zarian shook his head at her. She’d eaten her first god whole, and she was already becoming a troublesome young lady. These damn kids couldn’t help but grow up and be snarky things, couldn’t they?

It made Zarian wonder how Foodie was holding up back home. He missed her. That bastard Wallen better be taking good care of her. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Zarian couldn’t see what was going on back home because of the Mega World’s intense power. It kept Lion Prince corralled, at least for now.

Looking around, Zarian scanned the horizon for an interesting spot to settle down on.

He noticed Para was shaking about with excitement. She must’ve had something special for him in their gains that she wanted him to see.

“I spy with my little eye … a hidden village with villagers all hoping to avoid our attention,” Zarian said. “Say, let’s go there.”

“How scary can I be? Very scary. Mid scary. Slightly scary. Or very pleasant.”

“Let’s go with slightly scary. You don’t have to overdo it to make people stay on their best behavior.”

With a simple hop, skip, and jump, Zarian landed in a little village that existed far from the massive crater.

They must’ve witnessed how the darkness consumed the ball of plasma wrath, because they were walking around in a distraught and terrified mood.

That mood shifted to horror when they noticed him – because why wouldn’t they? The people in the village, even the smallest of them, were Master Rankers.

Zarian looked around at the architecture and found it reminiscent of a rustic temple setting. He eyed the surrounding bamboo shoots when the village elder and the village defenders approached him.

The people, Hashmalites, had golden skin, white hair, and radiant silver eyes. They were naturally born to the Mega World, all of them tough enough to crush the average Level 50 adventurers back home like they were bugs.

The elder and their fighters were in the Level 170s, and they held battle staves like they knew how to beat someone into submission with them.

Para smiled at them pleasantly while oozing a slightly scary aura. Zarian had already reduced his own scariness. He didn’t have to prove much to anyone.

“So, you probably already know, but might as well make introductions official.” Zarian slipped his hands coolly into his comfy mythical pockets. “I’m Zarian Sainte-Darkrun, the Dark Emperor. One of your local godlings gave us a challenge, and he was kind enough to feed my growing daughter here by the time we were done.”

“I’m always hungry for more.” Para gave them four thumbs up.

“Exactly.” Zarian nodded. “But … that doesn’t mean we have to fight. If you wish to fight, then you’ll all end up eaten by Para. If you don’t mind letting us hang out and sample some of your tea, then you don’t end up eaten by Para.”

“Will you kill us?” asked the elder, a bearded man with a wrinkled face.

“No.”

“Will you use us for experiments?”

“No.”

“Will you twist us? Turn us against each other? Bring chaos and villainy and sin and evil into our village?”

“No. No. Not quite. I’m free evil, so I’m free to not do evil. I just want to relax a little and look at my gains. I have no issues with your village.”

“What if we say no?” the elder pressed.

Zarian and Para shared a look. Then Zarian spoke on. “We’ll leave, I guess. But it’ll be disappointing. We could trade. We got mythical boar pelts and meat from a super dungeon.”

The elder looked like he was ready to kick Zarian and Para out. Someone interrupted, making a showy appearance by sauntering in from thin air.

She was a ridiculously tall, curvy, sensual-looking elf woman with the face, eyes, ears, and hair that reminded Zarian of Ruvaria, but the bigger sister version.

“Hello, milord. I’m Racella the Dawn Veil Oracle. I believe I can be of service. All I ask is that you give me a chance,” Racella said with poise and grace.

She even held a hand fan that she waved about before snapping with a perfect click.

The villagers gawked at the oracle godling before falling to their knees and bowing to her. Racella, in return, chose a spot in front of Zarian and Para before falling to her knees and pressing her forehead to the floor.

“Well, I’ll be damned, Para. I think we’ve found ourselves a god who really, really doesn’t want to be consumed by either of us.” Zarian whistled. “That’s some impressive self-preservation instinct kicking in. Usually, they keep shouting about how goodness must reign supreme and all of that.”

“I offer myself to be converted to the freedom alignment if you wish it, milord,” Racella said. “I offer everything to you. My divine powers. My body. My soul. All I ask in return is that you spare me from your hunger and give me a place at your side to serve.”

“Hm.” Para drew closer and prodded the godling’s head with her toe. “This doesn’t bother you?”

“Do you wish for me to service your feet, milady?” Racella offered with no shame.

Para took a step back. “Hm. Not really. I don’t care about foot services. I want food services. But you seem sincere enough.” Para turned to Zarian. “And she reminds me of Ruvaria.”

Racella chuckled softly.

“Speak,” Zarian ordered. “And raise your head. You’re making a great impression, so you don’t have to kowtow to me. You can kneel if you like.”

Racella sat up on her knees. She looked dignified and serene even while looking up at them. Though she wasn’t looking up by much. She really was an extremely tall and shapely elf woman, and this angle made it more apparent.

“Ruvaria is an older sister to me. Though from a different paternal side. It is known that Sister Ruvaria is the most promising elf in the entire Star System. She was destined to take the Throne of the Adventurer King. Or Adventurer Queen. But such a thing never came to pass.”

Zarian sighed. “That’s because Ruvaria has a couple of issues. Your entire family really screwed up her head. And I wish it didn’t have to be that way.”

Bringing up Ruvaria, and seeing her sister here, gave Zarian a burst of powerful emotions that surprised him.

He suddenly missed Ruvaria. In a very fierce and bodily way.

He missed the cute sounds she made when he rubbed her ears. He missed how tough and brutal she could be when she was his absolute teacher. He missed her sophistication, her naughtiness, and the way she spoke enthusiastically about magic.

Zarian opened and closed his mouth.

“Oh … oh, wow.”

“Say it. I need to hear this for research.” Para watched him with wide green eyes.

“I’m … in love with Ruvaria,” Zarian said. “That doesn’t mean I stopped caring about Naomi. And I still care for Lucy. But … Ruvaria … she’s … she’s been there in the moments that really mattered to me. She was there when the others weren’t.”

Zarian’s head swam, feeling delirious. There was more involved than just romance. There was … a sort of power shift in his reality. Naomi was losing her top spot. And Ruvaria was climbing up into it.

That mattered a lot.

Because there was something personal that was meant to happen. Zarian knew it like an instinct he was born with.

Suddenly, four arms reached around him. Para pulled him into an embrace with her taller body, her tail entwined with his.

“It’s going to be okay. You will know who to choose. Or you can take all three of them, if you want,” Para suggested. “You are the strongest and greatest. Or you will become so. Why deny yourself all that you desire?”

“I agree with Milady Para,” Racella said. “The one who is most powerful can have what he wants. And those who stand against you will be used in other ways. I’ve watched this play out multiple times, milord, and I’ve concluded I wish to be used by you positively instead of negatively.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re pretty damn convincing. It’s just weird to have someone just jump on the bandwagon without much resistance. Also…” Zarian narrowed his eyes. “There are too many god damn women. I’m drowning with all of you. Where the hell is Gilbert when I need some bro energy around here? Jeez.”

Para stopped hugging him before bopping him softly on the head. “Father! You’re being rude!”

Racella let out a soft chuckle before getting cut off by a fuzzy tail slap to the face. Seeing her sputter and lose her perfect sexy elf act was funny for Zarian as he committed the ceremony with more casualness than usual.

“Hocus, pocus, here’s your freedom, and yes, it’s free since it ain’t bogus. There. Freedom. Now can I see what type of food Hashmalites can cook up? I swear we don’t just dine on baby gods all the time. That’s really for special occasions.”