Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch26: Bianca Cries

Bianca woke up in pain.

How long had she been doing this? She couldn’t remember. She could barely see through her delirium. Her body weighed like cinder blocks and weights. It was her fault for pushing her aura to the limit until she’d run out and gotten pummeled.

Blinking her eyes clear, Bianca saw where she was lodged. Ah, she was underground. Gray light beamed through the ceiling she’d crashed through after taking another hit that would’ve killed most people.

Her whole body like giants had danced salsa all over her.

But she was still alive. And she was still winning because of the System. The last part of the game required Ruvaria to kill Bianca or make the saintess submit.

Bianca wasn’t sure, but she felt like weeks had gone by at this point.

A blue message popped up. Bianca could feel Infinita’s sincerity through the white text.

<I’m terribly sorry you must suffer this, Bianca. But it’s the only way to keep Ruvaria from destroying the Promised Continent and ending all the elves. The Champions Rankers who’d regressed to help are dead now. And Ruvaria is even stronger. I can’t send any more, or she’d farm them and make your fight even more trivial.>

Bianca staggered to her bare feet and pressed her back to the wall. She huffed, spat blood to the side, and smiled, teeth stained red. “It’s okay. I just need some time to recover my aura. Then I’ll go out again. The growth has been good for me, too!”

The System didn’t respond. Bianca could tell he was sad. But there was no need to be. As long as Bianca kept going, Ruvaria wouldn’t harm the elves, and the stalemate would remain. It was sad that the Champion Rankers had died, but Bianca didn’t let that weigh her down much.

On the bright side, her class as the Radiant Queen had leveled up a bunch from the sheer difficulty. She’d even acquired new stats and achievements. It would’ve been better to actually defeat Ruvaria herself, but at least Bianca could grow from the attempt against an absolute monster like her elven abuela.

Bianca laughed hoarsely. Ruvaria wasn’t really family. Not in a way that counted in blood. Bianca knew that. She made the old elf into family anyway because Bianca felt it was necessary.

Family was important to the young and old and everyone in between. Even Ruvaria’s family didn’t deserve to die because of the sins of the past. Bianca felt it was proper to fight for them, especially now that they were free.

“We can be better.” Bianca fell into a sloppy lotus pose. She righted herself and focused on gathering aura. “We can learn and teach the generations after us. Good and evil shouldn’t be forced upon us. We should all get a chance to decide for ourselves. To have the freedom to learn and understand what it means to be good or evil. We deserve that.”

Bianca didn’t consider herself as smart as the others. She blabbered from the heart for herself, for the System, and because she knew Ruvaria was listening. She was always listening, watching, and waiting.

She didn’t stop Bianca from recovering her aura even though she could. It didn’t matter how high Bianca’s free good had become, because Ruvaria had Absolute Darkness and ten thousand years of excellence to hone her craft. She also had her free evil.

Her free evil must’ve rocketed up as well, making her smarter and more cunning. She’d even placed herself in areas that threatened elf populations. She’d forced Bianca to fight with less potency, making the game easier for Ruvaria.

That was just one of over a hundred tactics Ruvaria could deploy. Maybe she could deploy over a thousand different tactics. Or over ten thousand. Bianca could barely remember what she’d seen so far.

For a moment, a dark cloud settled over Bianca’s heart. The constant pain and beat downs came roaring through her mind at once. Her body shook with fear. Her free good dimmed, and with its dimming, the rest of her profile suffered.

In that underground hole, with the floor speckled with her blood, Bianca wondered if she was too weak and if she should give up. She cried for herself. She cried for the frightened elves who’d lived under constant threat. And she cried for Ruvaria. The elf was becoming colder and darker the further this went on.

Bianca cried and cried. She recovered her aura. She sniffled and wiped at her tears. Then she bounced back with extra gusto, the cloud departing from over her heart. She didn’t fret any longer and smiled. She was far stronger than when this first started, and she felt something incredible was going to happen soon.

With a flick of her arms, Bianca summoned twin sabers of intense light into her hands. Her feet flashed, sparkly boots appearing and already aglow. She flew straight out of the hole like a solar beam before coming to a stop with one radiant burst.

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Her aura and magic shone around her like she was the sun, covering her naked body. She’d been fighting naked for weeks now, a freaky thing to endure until she’d grown used to it. Maybe that would be the new trend – nudism!

Granted, Bianca didn’t like the idea of flashing children. That would cross too many lines. Maybe nudism shouldn’t be in vogue.

“You’re thinking of something silly, aren’t you?” Ruvaria boomed, her voice dripping with detest and titanic power.

Regardless of how much Bianca had recovered, Ruvaria still had plenty of power that went unchecked. She blotted the horizon with her Absolute Darkness. A constant doom hung over the Promised Continent and the cowering elves.

Ruvaria stood in the air while dressed in darkness that adorned her like a gothic ball gown. The material rippled tightly around her, and even with her petite frame, it showed the obvious woman she was very well, a World Boss and Genocider and many more things rolled into one pretty package.

“I’m jealous.” Bianca puffed her cheeks. “I can’t represent nudism! It’s not good for the kids. But you get to dress up all sexy while being evil. Why does evil always get to be sexy and current with the trends?”

Ruvaria blinked slowly. Then she chuckled – a genuine small laugh – as she shook her head at Bianca.

“I can’t kill you,” the old elf said. “You’ve wormed yourself so deep into my heart, I just can’t bear to do it. But I can bear beating you down again and again until you finally stay down.”

Or someone comes in time to help! Bianca thought.

Ruvaria smiled crookedly. “You’re hoping for outside aid. If it’s anyone other than Zarian, I would allow it. But the moment I catch a hint of Zarian getting involved, I’ll bypass the game, and the System won’t be able to stop me.”

Bianca hummed as her critical thinking skills completely failed her. But she sensed in her heart of hearts that things would work out somehow. She just had to keep resisting.

She was hungry. She was emotionally, mentally, and spiritually distraught. She’d suffered and suffered. And she was afraid of suffering more pain.

She became a beacon of light anyway, filling her heart with impossible hope. Her free good rose again, but not as sharply as before. Still, Bianca threw herself against the impossible, flash-stepping into Ruvaria’s flank, swords flashing for an arm and leg.

Ruvaria didn’t move. She didn’t teleport. She didn’t need to as her Absolute Darkness fought for her. A dark lance thrust out from her dress and clashed with Bianca’s first sword swing. Another dark lance met with Bianca’s second sword swing. From the horizon, large dark bolts flew in with pinpoint accuracy.

From Ruvaria’s dress, more lances and shields of Absolute Darkness formed as Bianca moved far faster, slashing through the material in her way. When the pressure became too much, Bianca flash-stepped in sharp angles, whirling around as she did so, as if in a dance. She carved out crescents and waves of light from beneath Ruvaria, up and away from the continent.

Ruvaria watched dispassionately as her Absolute Darkness clashed with each of Bianca’s attacks. Dozens of lines of darkness moved in sharp angles to follow Bianca from behind. More dark lines flew out in random, zig-zagging patterns, drawing a closing cage, shrinking the space for Bianca to move, drawing her closer to getting punished.

She buzzed about like a bird trapped in a cage, and Ruvaria smirked at the sight.

“I think … that’s what I’ll do. Put you in a pretty enclosure. Hold you for until we sort this mess with Zarian. He’ll be quite mad at me, won’t he? I suppose I’ll risk braving that as long as I’ve righted the wrong of my blood.”

“Or! We shed all the tears! Eat ice cream! And move on without having to genocide an entire continent!” Bianca stopped buzzing about and fell into the grasp of the absolute dark cage. When all vision of her disappeared in Ruvaria’s magic, it almost seemed like all hope was lost.

Ruvaria’s eyes widened when a supernova erupted from the middle of the cage. Thousands of luminescent crescents poured upward into the sky like a geyser. They swept through the atmosphere, flew across space, hacking apart a moon.

Through that flurry of chaos, Bianca stepped within range of Ruvaria again and swung a sword down for her shoulder. Ruvaria’s darkness moved to block. Bianca released the sword and swung her other hand at speeds far faster than before.

She slapped Ruvaria on the cheek.

“Sorry, but you deserve that. You need to wake up. Things are changing. And if you keep drowning in this depressing crap, then I’m going to have to slap you some more and even call you a pendejo!” Bianca huffed. “I don’t want to, but you’re acting that way.”

Ruvaria touched her reddening cheek with a hand. She looked up at Bianca with shaky eyes, almost as if she was about to snap out of her madness. Then her eyes became cold, and she resumed where they left off.

Ruvaria retreated with a snap of darkness, and the sky rippled, hurling down a volley that could wipe the face of the entire continent with ease. Ruvaria kept it above the surface and focused on Bianca, promising to punish the saintess even more harshly.

Bianca spread her arms, closed her eyes, and smiled, welcoming the punishment. But none came this time around. The dark volley met an immovable force that shielded Bianca from further harm. The Radiant Queen didn’t have to open her eyes to know who it was.

She heard Zarian say it best from far, far, far away. Their connection as friends was just that strong, and Wonder was the best stat for a reason!

“Naomi,” Zarian gasped from all the way over in a Mega World, in a far higher realm.

Bianca heard it.

Naomi might’ve felt it.

And Ruvaria was definitely aware as her scowl deepened and she showed a hint … of jealousy.

“Damn,” Naomi said, one fist on her hip, her other hand busy smacking away dark bolts. “What did I miss?”

“Girl, you’ve missed so much! I need weeks to tell you how it happened, how I felt, how others felt, and everything!” Bianca cried with tears of joy. Not for herself, but for Naomi.

The militant woman looked back and smiled the most beautiful and lighthearted smile she’d ever worn. “It’s like that, huh? Okay. Let’s finish this and get to it. I’ll love to hear all about it!”

Whatever had happened in that personal, coma-induced tribulation must’ve left an immense impression. A good one. And Bianca’s tears of joy only came out harder as Naomi exuded confidence and a whirlwind of liveness.

Naomi Washington wasn’t just back.

She was better than ever.