Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch29: The Worst Outcome

Zarian let out a long breath. Things were going to be alright back in Corma. He’d caught glimpses of the battle between Bianca and Ruvaria as it intensified during its last moments. Then Naomi happened, and Zarian’s attention was yanked there for the most part until Hannah figured out System runes and supercharged Bianca with the power of a sun.

“Dude, I have to admit, I’m a little shocked here,” Zarian said. “I was thinking earlier that I’m too powerful for my friends to be around. But they were able to beat Ruvaria of all people.”

Now he was wondering what if they could keep up. They didn’t have bloodlines. They weren’t Ultra Gods or any sort of gods. Yet, that wasn’t stopping them from giving it their all.

Shaking his head, Zarian turned to a contestant from the Shifter System. The shifter was cowering in front of a group of unconscious and submissive contestants who were waiting out the end of the tournament. Around them, the circling winds moaned, crying for the ruined world.

Once, the Mega World stood as a place of Blessings, Heavens, Smites, and Godlings. There had been continental thrones that stood as monuments in all directions. There had been colossal staircases that touched the highest peak of the sky. Most of that was obliterated now, leaving a battle-scarred terrain that spanned half the world. Other than the denizens of the Mega World, the surviving contestants numbered in the hundreds, most of them in front of Zarian.

The shifter Zarian was addressing was a draconic man of an upper class upbringing. He was probably one of those people that kid Slim Caper hated so much. Zarian chuckled a little at his maneuver to avoid the potential disciple. He didn’t have time for one, but maybe he could work something out with the kid once he saw him at the Final Round.

“Milord, I know not these friends of yours. But I’m sure they are the most capable of star adventurers. I also know not of this Ruvaria, but her defeat is a boon to all, for she must’ve been a horrid and ugly wretch, a beast whose end only signifies the grandness of those blessed by their association to your grandness.”

“Ruvaria’s my girlfriend.” Zarian clapped the sycophantic shifter on the shoulder, the draconic man trembling like he was going to die on the spot. “She was going through some edgy angst, and my friends did me the favor of knocking her out of it.”

“Forgive me for my transgressions, milord!” the shifter cried. The others who remained conscious cried as well, throwing themselves onto the hard, rocky ground, pleading for their lives.

After checking the leader board, Zarian’s chances of getting overlapped by randos were slim to none. He was still number one. The person holding the number two position was too far behind him, but she could turn that all around if she was able to overcome him. He imagined she was thinking the same while prowling openly a few miles away.

“Don’t worry about it. I have a complicated range of relationships. And not just the romantic stuff.”

Lion Prince’s increased reach was tracking more than just the happenings with his friends. He was picking up more activity from Ariana herself. He couldn’t map out what she was doing exactly, but the Dragoness was stirring far more.

Letting out a long sigh, Zarian used gravity magic to lift into the air. He was still maintaining the Gravity Devil Avatar spell. His abyssal spiders were gone, however, each one hunted down by his most pressing concern.

It was becoming a thing that every woman in Zarian’s family had a large range of issues that came with their grander powers. Maybe it was better on the male side by starting from a harder position.

The cowering and unconscious contestants waited below as Zarian stayed in the air. After a few minutes, Para stalked out of a void portal and stood in the air from across her father. She looked far more human than the last time, if only a little taller.

She still had her serpentine tail, and a few fangs poked out from between her lips. Her eyes were a mix of green and blue. Her dark skin was like polished stone except for the few speckles of reddish scales, and her hair fell in thick, dark locks that waved with some life, like slithering serpents.

Other than her appearance, the power she kept in check was far greater now. She was still Level 200, and so was he.

“I’m still hungry,” she said softly. “And angry.”

“Even after eating my spiders?” The haughtiness in his voice was on purpose, both playful and unserious, eliciting a more vibrant glare out of her. Pushing her buttons wasn’t just for fun it was his best way of measuring her disposition. “Has it really been that hard without me? It’s okay if you miss being glued to your dad. Kids these days think they can handle it all on their own until reality hits.”

The combination of powers Para had developed swirled around her in a minor but deadly vortex. The conscious contestants cried in horror as the red and black energy hovered close above their heads, threatening to consume them like most of Para’s victims.

“I’m going to eat them.” She pointed a sharp finger at them. “And there’s nothing that’ll stop me from doing that.”

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“Sounds like a challenge.” Zarian ignored the tension from Lion Prince and the powers of the tournament pressing in. “Let me match you. I won’t let you eat them. And I won’t let you get one hit on me.”

Once the challenge was uttered, Lion Prince locked its power over reality on Zarian. The tournament’s magic coincided, doubling down with Lion Prince, and that was far too easy for Para to sense. The game was set, and Para launched into the offensive first with a trick she’d already planted.

Underneath the surviving contestants, hungry red threads, each thinner than the smallest of hairs, sprouted upward from the rock. They flexed like wires and had needle points that could pierce through high-quality armor. They were going to string up each survivor like bloody shish kabobs.

Zarian pressed gravity magic downward while encircling the survivors with protective barriers. The conscious contestants shouted and screamed as the rock beneath them became further crushed. Few noticed the hungry parasitic threads that were on the verge of dooming them before Zarian’s dark purple gravity magic crushed those down. Doing so had barely taken much attention from Zarian, so when Para rushed forward with an explosive burst, he was ready.

Dark purple-black and white-blue sorceries covered the air in all directions for a few miles. The runic symbols and circular diagrams spiraled into place so fast it might as well be instant as Zarian enhanced his manipulation of gravity, catching Para in a black hole cage.

He stopped her with inches to spare between him and the sharpened claws on the tips of her fingers. The hardest part was layering the black hole prison so that it kept Para sufficiently trapped without affecting anybody else. It didn’t solidify into one object either. It stayed an active black hole, warping space and time within a single bubble about ten feet wide.

“So, any bets?” Zarian asked the survivors.

“What bet?” piped up a gold digger, ignoring the others who hushed him.

“I give it about two minutes before Para breaks free. Under or over?” Zarian asked. “Get it right, and I’ll ensure your survival with all of my power. Even more than I’m doing now.”

The conscious ones started shouting over each other, and Zarian easily caught on who said what. Most of them believed she would break free over the two-minute mark. A few daring ones said below the two-minute mark. With a wave of his hand, Zarian silenced them and waited as the time ticked onward.

“How can she even escape that?” asked the draconic man from the Shifter System. “That’s the sort of magic that should belong to those in the Level 300s!”

“Well, other than her coming from my profile and being my greatest creation, Para’s stubborn, mad, and smart. I fear she’s smarter than me in some ways.” Zarian ignored the outbursts of shock and disapproval that were growing to be less lip-service and more fanatical.

If he wasn’t careful, he might start up more cults in other universes. Granted, that wouldn’t succeed in the Assimilator System. Zarian could tell that the entire place was doomed and should either be consumed by Shadowfell or hell, himself, if he’d ever gotten a better handle on Overwhelming Darkness. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Huh … I never considered what would happen if I could achieve One Hundred Percent Darkness before, Zarian realized, right at the one minute and fifty-seven second mark. Oh, there she goes. She’s breaking out right under it.

Para retook her freedom by doing the one thing Zarian couldn’t copy outright. She ignited her aura and tore the black hole apart with the force of her First Stage of Aura Ignition. The fallout from that was too much for Zarian to contain, so he sent the survivors far away across the Mega World before they were wiped out.

As for himself, Zarian flew backward while blocking the blast wave with a spiraling shield of condensed gravity and abyssal magic. The rest of the surrounding land became even further obliterated. By the time the chaos finally settled down, Zarian dropped his magic while keeping his Gravity Devil Avatar going. In the air across from him, Para stood as a beacon of burning aura, the largest Zarian had ever seen.

Possibly the largest in the entire Infinita Universe. And this was only her first stage. It would only grow more exponentially extreme as she reached for other stages.

“Oh … the Final Round is going to be so freaking fun,” Zarian said, chuckling. “I surrender.”

Para burst forward to reach him, but the combined magic of four Systems slammed onto her. And even then, she resisted them by virtue of her awesome might. A keening, crackling sound, like metal screeching and splintering across reality reverberated over them. System runes from four different universes became more noticeable to Zarian’s vision as the systems put more weight into their command to whisk Para away.

“Fine, I’ll help.” Zarian carved system runes and gravity sorceries into the air.

The runic diagrams spanned further out while centered on his gravity avatar spell. Then, with his hand thrusting forward followed by a push of his will, he shoved Para into being teleported away. When she was finally gone, Zarian looked at the surrounding destruction. It wasn’t too large, but it was far too much for a simple ignition of the First Stage.

“Oh, yeah, I raised a monster.” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. How much more chaos could his ridiculous life produce? This was a Mega World, and he and his ilk had completely trashed it.

Para had hunted down as many godlings as she could find along with contestants. She’d been eating them like chips. The only survivor was Ruvaria’s younger sibling, the only godling to remain on a Mega World that was made for them. And Zarian hadn’t raised a finger to stop Para, because in a sense, this place was chosen as a counter to him, as if it was supposed to make him weaker and easier to defeat. Consequently, it turned out as the perfect place for him to grow stronger, and for Para to achieve individuality.

“She learned magic from me and Ruvaria. She has her own parasitic specialty that can overcome Ultra Gods. And she’s raised from the start to be a physical force of nature, hence her being able to achieve Aura Ignition. She’s the perfect hybrid.”

It was like fighting Super Perfect Cell.

“No, it’s going to be worse than that.” Zarian narrowed his eyes. Only a few minutes remained before the Second Round concluded, but there was some major activity happening far above in the highest realm. The godly kind of activity. He hadn’t heard from Lucy in a while, hadn’t he?

A horrid chill passed through him. Before the messages arrived, he knew the fate of the universe was changing for the worst.

<A Good God has fallen! The Seat of Kingsblood has been emptied!>

<A Good Goddess has fallen! The Seat of Lovewar has been emptied!>

“Oh crap,” Zarian muttered. He looked down at his wedding ring. “Lucy, babe, you there? Lucy?! Answer me, Lucy?!”