Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch23: Do It Yourself Grimoire Results

He pushed his free evil mind and sorcery harder, fitting different runes quickly, unraveling the mysteries confounding him. He sped himself up, using every ounce of power, enhancing his magical prowess. The effort buffed his most important stats. Willpower hardened him. Wonder found new angles and highlighted every discovery. And Mysticism sharpened his technical approach. If he was going to play system god while still Level 200, he needed everything to work together like a symphony.

Time flowed past as Zarian worked, losing track, his focus funneled into his monumental task. When he finally neared the end, he was surrounded by a five-story globe of system runes. His body shone like a neutron star from the intense activity. Then everything gradually contracted and faded under his dark skin and his big, floppy hat. Smoke rose off of him as Zarian stood whole and un-exploded.

Then he collapsed into a seat, sputtering and gasping. His aura had been depleted and was now going into full recovery mode. Weakened, he became even more vulnerable than he was before.

“I did it, though,” Zarian said, smiling wide. “I freaking did real complicated system magic. At Level 200! And that was from my own efforts! That was me.”

He combined his maxed out grimoires and created this.

<Bibliotheca of the Dark Star Eater (Level 1): The spells contained in this one massive book made of multiple grimoires range from as low as common to above celestial. These spells are unique to the Dark Emperor and can’t be copied, or the copiers will suffer dire consequences. Almost anything evil, dark, fiendish, hellish, cursed, eldritch, and scary can be found in this bibliotheca. And if it’s not, then it’s easy for the bibliotheca to learn more through careful recording or through direct consumption. The book can manifest physically or non-physically. And you can cast spells without summoning it.>

The bibliotheca stood on six spider-like legs, each coated in sharp, bristling fur over armor-plating, the limbs folded out from the lower part of its spine. Interlocked teeth covered the sides along the thick, leathery edges. Wispy, phantom-like tentacles wriggled through the air from the upper spine. While standing, it loomed over Zarian, and its face was blank and dark gray, almost on the verge of black.

“Star Eater,” Zarian said, forcing himself up on his feet. He rubbed his hand over the nondescript cover. A spooky power emitted from it. The ghostly tendrils turned toward him to feel him out in a gentle and familiar way. “Yeah, that’s you. The others sacrificed themselves to give you life. Now it’s you and me, pal.”

Star Eater made a haunted moan like a thousand phantoms locked in a deep and mostly quiet place. Then the spider-like mega grimoire scuttled back and turned to face the old orc who was now standing, examining them. But he wasn’t the only one watching Zarian and his new creation interact.

The weary wizard looked in the opposite direction and saw Para standing a few hundred feet away. She’d been there for a while, hadn’t she? How much time had passed? Zarian racked his brain until he realized a few weeks had gone by. Oh, that meant the tournament was drawing closer to an end.

“As easy as it is for me to break the System, it’s far harder to replicate what the System can do naturally,” he said, sighing. “I guess that’s just how it is. If everybody can do what I can do at this level, it’ll be pandemonium, huh?”

“I wonder if I can…” Para trailed off as she tapped a sharp nail on her lip. She looked more human, her skin dark with tints of red and a few scales. She only had one tail that kept winding in serpentine patterns. Her hair was still scaly, and her eyes remained green. She still had his features, but as a girl. She almost looked like her aunt, Ariana.

She also had on a dress and sandals. In her free hand, she held a pair of clothes that would fit Zarian.

He pointed at them. “Those for me?”

She smiled, her teeth sharp. “Yeah. I made them. Would you like to try them?”

“Would they have parasitic threads that would dig into my flesh and take me over from the inside?” he asked.

“Would you believe me if I said no?” She chuckled. “I’m serious, though. These don’t have me in them. If I do hunt you down, I want to be a bit more upfront about it. I owe you that much.”

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Zarian nodded slowly. “You seem more well-adjusted. But I imagine the berserk rage isn’t all gone, huh?”

“It’s morphed. More like a hungry madness, if anything. It might be because of my Devouring Darkness, too.” She let out a dark chuckle. “Trying to figure myself out without your input is difficult at times. I’ve cried a lot. I’ve missed you. And I hate you. How are you with me, dad?”

“Erm, well, I’m doing pretty fine. I’m actually planning to just go for it. Wizard blast my way up and finish business.”

Para’s mouth fell open into a surprised ‘O’. “So, you’re going to leave the others behind?”

“They’ll catch up once I save the universe. I’ll see them again soon enough. We have a long time to live as we grow, right? I’ve been thinking in a limiting way too much lately, and now I’m sure if I take it all in stride, I can make things better.”

Para stopped to look around at the massive destruction that remained from weeks ago. The debris cloud, apocalyptic thunderstorms, and teetering doom of a Mega World were still a thing.

“Ah, yeah … I should fix all of that, shouldn’t I?” Zarian pointed at the clothes in her hand. “Seriously, is that booby trapped or not? You’ve gotten good at obscuring stuff.”

Para shook her head, her scaly hair swaying. She tossed him the clothes, and he put them on. They felt high in quality, celestial, in fact. He frowned.

“You lied about making them. You found these, didn’t you?”

Para chuckled. “I’ve been practicing how to be deceitful. Not for anything serious. I like how you can lead someone astray with fabrications. I’ve killed a few thousand tournament contestants with just a few lies.”

“Well, please rein that in with people you want to establish trust with. You don’t want that to be an automatic habit, young lady,” Zarian scolded lightly.

Para hissed, teeth gnashing, fingers twitching. A malevolent bolt flew from her, fast and loud, dark red magic mixed with diabolical spells and sorceries, a well-made combination while Zarian was weakened.

He plucked a decent spell from his new bibliotheca. All of his new spells were unknown until he studied them. He learned this one on the fly and cast it.

<Abyssal Scream (Mythical): Conjures a scream from the abyss, a place deeper than even the void. Unravel magic or the magician. Scales by eight with Wonder.>

The air in front of him darkened and formed a thin portal, like a rent in the air. A scream that could kill most people came out, funneled, blowing through Para’s attack and going past her. A thin line of the earth became unraveled, disappearing into the abyssal depths.

The same happened with Para’s attack. Then, before the damage became worse, Zarian ended the spell and looked down at himself. The long-sleeve tunic, dark brown pants, and black boots fitted him well. They felt good, too. They were celestial after all.

“Huh, I can see the next quality now,” Zarian said. He must’ve discovered it while pulling off divine system shenanigans. A lot of him had grown, actually. Zarian opened up another deluge of achievements. He was still Level 200, but his best stats grew further. His aura recovered even faster.

Para’s face was open with amazement, anger, and envy.

“I’m guessing it’s going to take longer than a few weeks for you to calm down fully, huh?” he asked.

“I’m doing my best. I did all I could to avoid the innocent. Unfortunately, some fights didn’t allow me to be perfect, so I do have some collateral that I wasn’t able to prevent. But I don’t really care anyway.”

Everything she said was true except for that last statement. She cared. Now that she was experimenting with telling fibs, Zarian had to look for it more. He hadn’t been a father for long, but he imagined every father out there had gone through incredible frustrations when dealing with their rebellious daughters.

Foodie had been nothing but a dutiful daughter in comparison.

“You haven’t ranked up,” he pointed out.

She didn’t say anything.

Leaving it at that, Zarian turned to Bukka. “The tournament’s going to end soon enough. I might forfeit and let you all deal with it. For now, you want to try yourself against me here?”

Bukka tapped on his bottom tusk. “Hm, I wouldn’t find it satisfying if you weren’t fully aware of your new powers. But I suppose there’s no better time than now.”

“Dad, why are you giving this one so much leeway? He’s no real threat,” Para said, eyes narrowed.

In other words, she thinks he’s a threat, Zarian translated in his head. He didn’t answer her as he faced off against Bukka. This is dangerous. I’m barely catching up with everything Star Eater can do.

Waving his hand, Zarian invited the bibliotheca to fade into his body. Most powers were magical enough to affect the non-physical, so leaving Star Eater out was too risky.

“Are you really capable of helping others?” Bukka asked. “Long have I fought against the shackles of my alignment. I’ve never understood why I must be evil because of how I was born. It is not an easy thing to achieve, breaking free. And it’s even harder when your every move can hurt countless many, as it has already.”

“I’m a bit of a Zombie Jesus, so I might mess it up a bunch, but I’ll figure it out eventually.” Zarian shrugged. “Let’s go, shall we?”

Bukka the Choppa went up the color-chart of Aura Ignition with an eruption of power burning around him.

Blue-green, First Stage.

Green-yellow, Second Stage.

Yellow-orange, Third Stage.

And finally, orange-red, Fourth Stage. Reality bent toward Bukka the Chopper’s will as he readied himself to cut down Zarian. The blazing power around the old orc felt sharp enough to do it.