Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch25: Gravity Devil Avatar

The Gore Stormer and two other elementals went berserk. They hurled condensed balls of storm magic at him. They sent more beams and follow-up projectiles as bolts and waves. They manipulated the currents across the atmosphere and cast them upon Zarian to either knock him down or trap him in an annihilating vortex.

They did everything to interrupt his casting and channeling, but they weren’t Bukka the Choppa. They weren’t extremely skilled. They were big, widespread, and destructive over a large area instead of being focused.

They were trying to beat Zarian in his own game, and rarely anybody could beat him like that. All of their attempts failed. Zarian completed the ritual. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

For one tiny, tiny split second, the Mega World stopped moving. The moons and the suns stopped moving. And everything became dark and still as seven massive monsters quietly faded away, drained and consumed.

At the center, Zarian floated alone in his slightly tattered celestial clothing, the sleeve on one side missing from his shirt. Eyes closed, body relaxed, he seemed at peace almost.

Then he opened his eyes, and they shone with an arresting dark purple. Two massive energy horns sprouted from his forehead, phasing through the brim of his big hat. An energy spade appeared at the end of his tail, finishing the devilish motif.

By this point, he was standing at the edge of space and looking down at the calamity the Mega World had to suffer for weeks. The world itself was massive. It made Corma look puny in comparison. And this was a home for creatures as high as Level 300. He was still Level 200, and he was going without his darkness.

Still, he stretched out his hand, palm aimed down, fingers splayed.

The surviving elementals rushed to stop him, the Gore Stormer at the front.

The gravity devil cared not. He used an innate power that came with the celestial spell, enhanced with an expanding multitude of massive and complex runes. All gravity. Abyssal, devilish, or plain. It mattered not. If it was gravity magic, it was his to command.

He conjured a pinpoint of the ultimate gravity form. The black hole was the size of a sharpened pencil tip. It sucked up two of the remaining elementals right away, the Gore Stormer resisting at first before falling to the same fate.

The apocalyptic storms ravaging the Mega World became the next round of victims.

For weeks, the storms had laid claim to the Mega World and caused widespread damage. It only took Zarian a few hours to yank it all into his tiny black hole, leaving a scarred and beaten world bare, but free at last.

Then he sealed the black hole and shifted it into one dense cosmic object that was still the size of a piece of grit. With a quick flick of the finger, he tossed it into his mouth and swallowed.

It was a satisfying meal, refilling him with aura and more, so much more.

His stats grew directly, and new achievements rained in, all of them celestial. He opened them and took in the rewards as if they were meant to be. Some came with new skills and traits, and that made his profile bloated and unsightly. He really needed to trim the fat.

“Turning skills into spells is easy at this point. The traits, however, are deeper powers. Messing with those on my own could kill me,” Zarian said.

The only exceptions were his bloodline skills, each hooked to his soul. He could sense the horrid gravity of a potential failure there, a cosmic calamity waiting on the shelf.

Shaking his horned head, Zarian focused on the ravaged lands beneath.

There were still plenty of tournament contestants duking it out. He sensed less than ten thousand compared to the hundred thousand from before. He could riddle those numbers down until there were only five. Or he could just wait. There were only three days left.

“Am I going back?” Zarian asked himself. “Yes, I am. I need to get back at Bukka.”

He wasn’t particularly vengeful, but he couldn’t let the loss go. He was going back, and that was that.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to stay idle. But I’m not diving back in until I have all of my aura again.”

He hadn’t fully recovered for weeks. And every time he’d tried either his stats had ballooned, he’d been fighting, or he’d cast complex magic that were large aura drainers. Even eating three Level 300 elementals and all of that storm chaos hadn’t refilled him fully. Being in the gravity devil state was costly, and his natural aura recovery was barely above the demand.

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“It almost feels like I’m knocking at the next quality above celestial already.”

The Gravity Devil Avatar spell was definitely peak celestial. It made Zarian feel like an absolute monster, more so than he was already. Everything was more intensified with extra gravitas. There was more than just the manipulation of gravity. He was a gravity producing fiend. And he was hungry, too.

It took two days for Zarian to refill his massive aura supply. He used the time to get familiar with his Bibliotheca of the Dark Star Eater, unlocking more spells, changing skills into spells – including the smite beam and some others – and maintaining his gravity devil state for the hell of it. He also poked around at his traits and studied them, making mental notes while referencing his two weeks spent merging four skills.

By the time Zarian was ready to go, there were five thousand contestants left. Para had cleared many of them, going on a full rampage around the Mega World.

She was indiscriminate in her treatment of contestants. Zarian had watched her dominate them in different ways while even giving herself handicaps. She was training herself while adapting to a unique style that only Para could pull off – being a hybrid of physical combat and magical combat.

She’s been leaning into physical combat ever since Bukka took me down, Zarian thought curiously.

He knew she was waiting for him to come down so they could have a round two. And there were obvious uses of obscurement magic involved, hiding whatever she was cooking up inside of that malleable body of hers.

Zarian shrugged. Para was his responsibility. She was raging and halfway berserk. If her attempts to overcome him would help her calm down, he’d deal with it. But first things first, it was time to flex the changes he’d made. His skill section was far more streamlined now.

Alpha Skills (6/6): Overwhelming Darkness (Maxed), Lion Prince (Maxed), Force of Sorcery +4 (Maxed), Spell Tower Body +4 (Maxed), Bombastic Grand Magus Hat +4 (Maxed), Bibliotheca of the Dark Star Eater +3 (Level 67).

He had no beta skills anymore. Everything else he’d turned into spells. Maxing out Force of Sorcery, Spell Tower Body, and Bombastic Grand Magus Hat all the way to +4 gave him powerful advancements that made him a snappier and scarier magic user. There were some physical buffs from Spell Tower Body, but those mattered little outside of speed.

This wasn’t enough to satisfy Zarian completely, of course. He knew he could push his maxed skills further by advancing them himself – as long as they weren’t bloodline skills.

He liked how they worked and didn’t plan to do any merges that might change them. But just like merging skills, for him to advance a skill without the system would take considerable time and concentration that would make him too vulnerable.

“I could try using gravity to make a hyperbolic time chamber, but the aura expense would be too much for me right now,” Zarian said. “I’ll work on that later. Let’s finish the tournament on a strong note, Abyssal Spider Wizards.”

<Abyssal Spider Wizards (Celestial): Summon the abyssal-traversing spiders of wizardry potency. They could use spells from the bibliotheca and follow your examples in all things magic, including sorcery. Each one is pricey, but once summoned, they could maintain their own aura supplies and natural abyssal powers.>

Zarian summoned three spiders. Each one floated in the atmosphere, about two feet tall and eight feet wide, like a herd of cats in space. Each had a set of dark purple eyes, with two large ones surrounded by smaller ones similar to jumping spiders. They all wore tattered, abyssal-faring wizard hats, the conical tops crinkled, the wide brims dusted with dark gossamer that twinkled.

Zarian’s aura supplied dipped somewhat, but not by much despite the obscene price of each spider wizard. They turned to him expectantly, forming a mini counsel of wizards together.

“Hello, Conquest Wizard Zarian, how can we be of assistance?” one asked with a deep masculine voice.

“Will we draw subjects into our abyssal towers and conduct experiments on them?” a second asked with a seductive feminine voice.

“Let’s cast Abyssal Fireball and blow up a few mountains!” cheered the third, a young male sashaying with excitement. Zarian liked that one. He had the true wizard spirit.

“We’re going to challenge some contestants. To be fair to them, we’ll give them a chance to submit. If they submit, we’ll incapacitate them for the rest of the tournament. If they don’t submit, you’re free to do whatever you see fit. Just be wary of my daughter, Para. She’s on a rage bender, and I don’t want you guys fighting her. Direct her toward me. Other than that, work together, watch each other’s backs, and avoid collateral with folks who aren’t in the tournament. I’ll check in and supervise occasionally.”

He waved them off, and the spiders were quick to scamper toward a potential fight. Even if they looked like fuzzy spiders dressed in cosplay, each one was Level 275 and well into the Champion Ranks, after all.

As Zarian descended, he watched the spiders work together to cast a big fireball of the abyss.

<Mega Abyssal Fireball (Mythical): A big fireball of the abyss. It burns and transfers the remains into the abyss. Scales by 6 with Wonder and Mysticism.>

“These are some strong as hell spells,” Zarian said.

His magic didn’t scale doubly or triply anymore. They were scaling by 4 and up. Those were going to do huge numbers, and Zarian could see that as a large swath of land fell under the dark blaze. The dozens of contestants who had suffered the fireball hadn’t submitted fast enough.

Shaking his head, Zarian landed amid a group of assimilators.

Out of all the tournament contestants, he disliked them the most. They weren’t really people. They were sock puppets of the Assimilator System, their souls hollowed out until they were nothing more than a complex bio-machine made of silvery, smart magic metal.

Still, Zarian tried to address them. “Submit, and I’ll force you unconscious instead of–”

The six assimilators attacked at once.

That was their last mistake.