Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch3: Full Anime Girl

The boar shamans had Aura Mastery.

The moment Zarian felt them use the oh-so familiar trait, something inside of him nearly snapped. A deluge of reality-bending magic slammed into him, his tail swishing erratically.

He had to use all of his Willpower to not lose control of Lion Prince.

Distracted, he nearly missed the caustic and putrid ray of filth and rot that streaked across the air as a brown and dark red beam. It smelled like it looked, and even as Zarian began to dodge, the filthy beam bent to follow him.

Oh hell no.

A Five Percent Dark Wall blocked the beam, which splattered almost everywhere, slathering Zarian’s surroundings in a putrid mess. More filthy beams poured toward his position, all fired from the skeletal scepters of the five shamans across from him.

The beams zigged and zagged around his darkness wall and dove at him from behind.

Out of pure pride, Zarian refused to run or hide. Instead, he activated an array further up above their heads. Gravity magic yanked at the filthy beams and drew them in like a black hole.

The shamans squealed as they cast magic to cancel Zarian’s gravity well. In return, he retaliated with void gravity bolts from the end of his greatsword. The void gravity bolts did the opposite of gravity’s nature and enhanced an element that was inherent to the void: entropy.

One shaman was too slow to react defensively and took an entropy bolt to the chest.

The monster separated into rapidly fleeing particles, like suffering a silent big bang event, but with only its body. The remaining shamans saw that and renewed their attacks on Zarian from a different angle, forgetting the gravity well above them.

They transmuted the ground under Zarian.

He immediately countered by using his Grand Slime Transmutation. He could tell their spell was mythical, and with four of them weaving their aura and spells to amplify each other, they should be able to overwhelm one wizard and his legendary spell.

They couldn’t, however.

Zarian growled resoundingly, his voice shaking the air. He let Lion Prince enhance the moment, but specifically for his spell. He dominated the match against four shamans on his own.

The practice sharpened his free evil +14 against their traditional evil that was probably around +10. Granted, traditional evil was stronger than free evil. But Zarian wasn’t so easily influenced by the alignment compared to them. And he wasn’t a System-manipulated monster.

“Is that all you got?” Zarian watched them struggle before they switched to another tactic.

Too late.

He flicked the point of his greatsword and sent javelins of hardened slime forward. He unleashed a giant missile from the gravity well above them after he purified and transmuted their filthy beams into something simple and explosive that had the smell of methane.

The slime javelins were also explosive.

The shamans put up magic barriers. On impact, each projectile erupted with furious dark gold flames that clung to the barriers and burned even hotter against the magic defenses. Zarian didn’t give them a chance to think as he fired more entropy bolts from the end of his void greatsword.

The bolts scattered the magic barriers and took out two more of them. The remaining two suffered the wrath of the golden flames.

The last shamans squealed with rage before using teleportation magic.

They were half successful, leaving their dungeon, but ending up in the bowels of Zarian’s Void Paradise. The dungeon didn’t even bother to rescue them as the eldritch horrors of the void tore the shamans apart.

With that over, Zarian turned to watch a marvelous fight.

Something had changed. There was a familiar and phantasmic red glow surrounding Para’s body. The red glow mingled with a void spell Para channeled through herself.

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Zarian watched with keen interest as Para battered the six armored axe-heavy boars that kept rotating to attack her upfront or surround her. Every impact rang, strident and metallic, to the point of even hurting Zarian’s ears.

Para kept sharpening herself in savage ways and experimenting with her unknown body. Then, after another wild exchange between Para and all six armored boar monsters, the biggest change appeared.

Para extended a free hand and formed something from phantom energy and void magic. A crooked staff appeared, mostly black while coated in a dark red outline.

After flipping away from an axe swing, she connected her Void Sword to the top of the crooked staff. Zarian watched as Para’s irradiated eyes flashed a bright neon green as she drew out more power.

She fused the conjured staff with the Void Sword and shaped it all…

Into a reaper’s scythe.

Zarian’s mouth fell open as Para went full anime girl and struck an armored boar with her new weapon. The Aura Armor resisted a little before the blade slipped through and reaped the second-most precious energy resource – life energy.

The armored boar stumbled, its horror clear on its monstrous face, before another swing from Para reaped it fully. The hulking, twenty-foot creature fell over, its Aura Armor deactivated.

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After seeing that, the last five fought while fearing for their lives. But nothing they did could stop Para as she went full-tilt, fading in and out of the void to reap their life energy.

One by one, they fell, and Zarian waited with bated breath before feeling a rush of life energy enter his body. At the same time, Para released a burst of energy from the end of the scythe that was like no other. It glowed like red plasma on the edge of the blade before burning out.

“I can ignite life energy with my phantom magic,” Para said curiously.

“Fucking aye, Para, that’s incredible.” Zarian nodded.

His twin whipped her scaly tail about excitedly at his words, and Zarian found his tail whipping about as well. The shade spiders appeared from their hiding places after the battle had ended. They went about collecting loot and dancing in celebration of the two.

Zarian turned to see the new and improved hivelings rise from the muck. More hivelings went after the bodies Para had left in her wake of destruction and infected them.

As more horrifying summons came to exist while evolving themselves into a more armored variety, he scanned his surroundings further and noticed he had an easier time doing so.

The super dungeon was concentrating its powers elsewhere to defend itself, not bothering to impede Zarian’s Devourer of Secrets and Stories. This room alone had been the stopping point for numerous adventurers before Zarian, if anyone had gotten past the entrance guards.

Any further, and Zarian and Para were going to be the first in a long time.

“The super dungeon isn’t happy whatsoever,” Zarian said, chuckling.

“Hm, ask me if I care,” Para replied.

“Do you care?”

She whirled her scythe around. “I do care! I care about making the super dungeon as unhappy and scared and terrified as possible. If we didn’t have Reiki back home, I would even threaten to eat its core.”

Zarian looked in the corner as the smallest hivelings performed a teleportation-dance against the shade spider rogues. It wasn’t competitive yet, but it might get there as passions flared between the two summoning types.

“What would happen if we fed you a dungeon core?” Zarian asked.

“I don’t know.”

“We’ll need two super dungeon cores then.” Zarian nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right. One for Reiki back home, and one to feed you, just to see what happens.”

“It could cause an unexpected change.”

Zarian looked hard at Para.

She looked hard back at him.

Then they both erupted into laughter, which might’ve sounded villainous. If a party of heroic folks were to walk in on them, they would’ve come out scarred, perhaps even warped, with all the dangerous and reality-breaking magic the two exuded casually.

Once the new hivelings were caught up to speed and the place was looted, Para led the way forward into the next tunnel. The environment remained the same, mostly forest-y with an abundance of shrubbery and soft mythical plants. The gloom persisted in the air with limited light, but that wasn’t a bother to Zarian and Para.

Para had her new void-phantom scythe balanced on her shoulder. Zarian carried his void greatsword on his shoulder while walking in the middle of his eccentric swarm.

The dancing was getting fiercer.

They better find another challenge quickly.

***

Hours later, Zarian and Para stopped in front of the gates to the boss arena. They’d finished crushing, demolishing, consuming, and mutilating days’ worth of dungeon obstacles that would’ve killed most adventurers or contestants in the Carrowmore Thousand Year Tournament.

Zarian looked behind him. His swarm expanded all the way back across an immense atrium that held thick, mythical plant life.

All of that plant life was getting hacked down and looted by the shade spiders. The shade spider clerics used their connection to their ‘gods’ to funnel all the loot through Void Paradise and into Para.

Zarian glanced at his skill-based partner. She now had two scythes for reaping lives. She also wore the leathered cloak Zarian had made from a boar monster.

He was wearing the same after making it for her and himself. They could only go skyclad for so long before it got weird, and Zarian wasn’t from Alabama, he was from Florida. The boar-leather cloak and simple garments underneath were a decent fix.

“I think I’m ready to let out more anger, if that’s okay with you, Zarian,” Para said, spiraling both scythes around.

The Conquest Wizard looked at the tall dungeon boss doors. They were made of hard, iron-like wood and could handle massive attacks from the outside. It was probably made of the highest grade of mythical Zarian had seen.

“Twenty Master Locks Sealing Style: Unlock Twenty Percent Berserk.” Zarian examined Para throughout as he removed twenty percent of his sealing ability from Para’s angry core.

The effect was immediate. The nearest shade spiders and hivelings scurried away. Para held her two scythes with so much force she could crush lesser things until they were reduced into particles.

Her phantom magic tainted the air with red energy. Void Paradise howled through and around her body.

Aura from Zarian drained into her, as if a mere portion of her anger came with an unquenchable thirst. There was a moment when Para turned a baleful green eye upon Zarian and contemplated attacking him.

He held his ground with a smile and waited.

With a huff, Para turned away. She shook once. Twice. Her scaly tail snapped so hard she released some of her magic by accident and left a deep cut in the atrium floor. The swarms barely got out of the way in time, Para failing to notice.

“Perhaps … I must stay sealed up,” she grunted.

Zarian responded by going a step further than he should’ve, going straight for it. “Twenty Master Locks Sealing Style: Unlock Eight Percent Darkness.”

An explosion of power nearly split him in two.

Zarian leaned on his Lion Prince to work in his favor for once, robbing it of its influence elsewhere. If he was going to have two Ultra God bloodlines messing with him, then they better mess around together.

Para’s irradiated green eyes widened as Zarian crumpled toward the floor. She lost her anger and moved to his side, with her scythes held behind her. As she watched with concern, Zarian roared so mightily the air shook. Darkness spread across the barren atrium.

The hivelings cowered as if they were to meet their doom. The shade spiders were scared too, but instead of cowering, they danced. There was no point for the shade spiders’ cowering. Their lives were committed to the service of their great ones. If they were to meet their end, then they would do so with passion and stellar moves.

Zarian saw this from the corner of his eye and dug ever deeper into himself. He dug and dug, keeping the darkness down, until he had a breakthrough and eight percent stabilized.

“Woo! Wow! That was a close one. It’s like taking the biggest dump and thinking it’s going to rip you in two,” Zarian said humorously.

The surrounding air became tainted with darkness that couldn’t go anywhere else. It overwhelmed nearly everything around him except Para, who resisted with her own power.

“Thank you,” Para said.

“For what?”

“Showing me what it means to fight against the monster inside,” Para said.

“Hey now. Don’t worry about it. We’re both monsters.” Zarian rolled his shoulders around. They were tense from carrying eight percent of a universe-destroying power. “But at least we’re monsters with people who care about us. So, let’s try to be better monsters.”

“Yes, let’s.” Para looked back at the boss door. “You should do the honors.”