Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch39: Universe-Ending Threats

At Level 200, with all of his gains, Zarian noted how working magic with Ruvaria was more sensual and artistic. They’d moved beyond the hard-coded basics. Each new magical language that came up was easier to understand and incorporate than the last. That became more apparent when Zarian and Ruvaria curled up in a bundle of blankets and pillows while reading through their bibliothecas at the corner of Foodie’s kitchen camp.

Zarian had his weird Dark Star Eater. And Ruvaria had her Verdant Aeon Kingdom, Sovereign Elemental Calamity, and Star-Crowned Divination Goddess. Yes, she had three of them, and the last bibliotheca was bound in heavy seals that glowed with refracted gold-white light and made Zarian feel nervous. It hovered above the other bibliothecas while the size of a two story building.

Star Eater scuttled from side to side nervously while waving its tentacles at Star-Crowned. Verdant Aeon rested peacefully as a tree with its crown of branches holding open its pages. Elemental Calamity thundered, hissed fire, and rotated chaotically with its pages submerged amid its condensed and stormy clouds.

Yeah, bibliothecas were by far the most creative manifestations of power Zarian had seen yet. Star-Crowned took the cake, though.

“I promised the System I would keep that one sealed,” Ruvaria said. “I fear that if I were to unseal it, I would become too powerful.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Foodie grumbled from the other side of the camp. She was making something delicious by hand now that she had special company to motivate her. “How can you be any stronger than you are already?”

Ruvaria reached over to Star Eater, the eldritch abomination tipping down with its dark contents opened up to her. She stroked a finger over its accursed text, and Zarian watched carefully how she slowly opened herself up to the abyssal madness without being too affected. He noticed a hint of Absolute Darkness trailing around her face, from the top of her head and from around her eyes.

“Spend 10,000 years being blessed and chosen while grinding yourself away at being better than what fate promised you,” Ruvaria explained. “It wasn’t enough for me to have it all. I wanted to be even better than that, whether I was happy or sad.” She pointed up at the massive book of magic. “Star-Crowned Divination Goddess is the result of that. Something I created a few years before Zarian and his friends arrived. Now it must stay sealed.”

“When can it be unsealed?” Zarian asked.

“When I leave Infinita, I suppose.” She twisted into him and nuzzled her cheek into his chest. “I cannot be my full self here. I would break the System. Not more than you, of course. But significantly enough that I must stay … limited.”

Zarian found that sad. But it wasn’t a problem without solutions. It only meant his girlfriend couldn’t be her true self yet until she had safe space for it.

“Can’t you do that in God Land?” Foodie asked.

“It would be worse for it there,” Zarian answered for Ruvaria. “It’s a book that can eliminate gods, isn’t it? A god-slaying book. The more powerful Ruvaria becomes, the greater that book becomes.”

“Oh. Well. Doesn’t that mean Ruvaria can deal with Ariana?”

The elf shook her head. “The cost would be too great. And it’s not my destiny to fulfill. As of now, I must wait and see. And be open to whatever happens next.” She weaved her fingers with Zarian’s and lifted his hand to kiss his knuckles, making his arm tingle and heart thump-thump. “What I must do is an act of total submission and patience. That might seem strange coming from me. But that’s the best way I can help. Recent events assured me the universe doesn’t need me to save it.”

“It isn’t strange. The smile on Father’s face is brighter than I’ve ever seen. I’m not happy about it, but he looks happy. Perhaps that will make all the difference,” Foodie grumped. She was going to be sore about the love drama, but at least she was being fair.

With all the challenges we’re dealing with, wouldn’t it be wiser to nudge Ruvaria to action? Zarian wondered, looking up at her greatest magical manifestations. He waited for his lion skill, but the power was silent.

After further thought, he figured it was best to let Ruvaria rest and stay on the sidelines of the main conflict. The old Marine instincts wanted to argue against that. Overkill was the best way to kill and all that. But if Ruvaria believes her staying passive is for the best, who am I to debate that?

“You could’ve destroyed the world in an instant,” Zarian noted. “Absolute Darkness doesn’t compare to your other powers.”

Ruvaria giggled girlishly. “Even while caught in my own madness, I wanted to be stopped. I wanted to be assured that your friends are true heroes. They are. And your favor towards them is wise. I apologize for the inconvenience, my love, but I believe it must be this way.”

Zarian grumbled. “But I won’t get to see you max out your full power for a while.”

Ruvaria bobbed her head up and down. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. We must wait. Until it’s safe. Please forgive me, Zarian. But for once, this is a destiny I want to follow through. Then, when all is settled, and our true course is set, I will grow myself to a proper powerhouse and show you my all.”

“You better.”

She smiled and surged forth, peppering Zarian with kisses, her body pressed openly to his, her cheeks and ears a happy scarlet shade. His body responded positively, and he could barely hold back, his gaze flicking over at Foodie, but she waved them off. “I’m a goblin, remember? It’s you other races that get shy about who sees what. Go ahead and have fun.”

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He hesitated for a second and thought about the situation from the reverse. Ugh. It was hard to imagine. But he supposed it didn’t matter now. And he could do the thing that all dads did across the verse. He could ignore his own hypocrisy because he was powerful like that.

He and Ruvaria made love under their mound of blankets and pillows. It was a quick session that ended when Foodie finished cooking and setting the table for them. A swift application of magic cleaned them up, and Zarian soon sat with Ruvaria nestled against one side while Foodie loomed on the other side of him. The goblin woman was tense as Zarian partook from a bread bowl filled with dungeon-sourced vegetables, rice, seasoning, and of course, angel meat.

They had to save this stuff and share it with Gilbert. Zarian could already imagine the man’s reaction. He was snickering by the time he took the first bite.

A bolt of flavors shot him in the brain. A deluge of magical feelings spread from his mouth and across his body as he slowly chewed. His mind sharpened. His aura grew more pronounced. A long list of buffs appeared inside of him. That one scoop was better than anything Zarian had ever eaten in his life. He was dumbstruck.

“Do you like it, Father?” his daughter asked nervously, almost on the verge of tears.

“I’ve never eaten anything better in my life,” Zarian said. “Kid. We’re going to have a long and happy life together. Anything you need, I’ll provide. Anything.”

Foodie was blabbering and tearing up for quite some time. Ruvaria took a scoop for herself and was struck mute. They ate in silence as Foodie’s overwhelmingly good cooking held their attention like a vice. After they finished, they washed it down with fruit juice, Zarian feeling ready to tackle some complicated magic.

“Let’s go!” he cheered.

“Yes!” Ruvaria was just as merry.

They’d already worked out how to nest a hyperbolic time chamber in another while Foodie was cooking something fresh. That was why they’d had their bibliothecas out. The real work required complex sorceries, but spellcraft books were great sources of magical knowledge that sorceries could be based on.

If spells from grimoires and bibliothecas were pre-designed magical abilities granted by the collective knowledge of the Infinita Star System, then sorcery was theoretical creations of scholarly mages creating their own magic rule sets and structures based on the predictable and observable magic around them. Spells were far easier to scale and more direct. But sorceries could solve almost every problem with the right know-how.

Zarian’s Gravity Devil Avatar spell was the basis for their study. Ruvaria also pulled from the spells in her Verdant Aeon Kingdom. Then they made sure the surrounding wards were strong enough to block trespassers and hide what they were doing. Zarian unleashed a small portion of his Overwhelming Darkness. He merged it with Ruvaria’s Absolute Darkness in a dome that engulfed the entire camp and a few miles further, pushing up to the edge of their warded territory.

The difference between Zarian’s darkness and Ruvaria’s copied version became more distinct while merged, with Zarian’s being far, far, far older and hungrier, while Ruvaria’s was extremely stable, focused, while also young. His darkness was chaotic. Her darkness was orderly. His darkness had sampled many a universe and multiverse, wiping patches from the verse where life couldn’t grow again. Her darkness was the accumulation of guilt and murderous inclinations that existed her entire life, distilled to a point that could’ve turned against her own people tragically.

Neither could create with their darkness.

But they could easily cut and separate a small portion of the dungeon from the rest surgically without annihilating the pilfered piece. That led to the next part. Making a zone under time dilation while inside a magical area already affected by such needed some smart and intelligent partitioning. They couldn’t just enchant the area.

They had to create a pocket dimension.

Together, the Conquest Wizard and his beloved Worldbreaker Sorceress made a mini world within a dungeon world. They made the earth, the rivers, the skies, and the clouds. When it came to making life, they still followed the rules. They couldn’t make something out of nothing. Aura was needed. And flesh. Zarian sacrificed an arm, trusting Ruvaria to have powerful enough sorceries to regrow it. If not, then he would go find Gilbert later.

The sacrificed arm made it easier to create trees and simple life. Ruvaria handled most of that, leaving Zarian with providing power and ensuring the stability of the dark shell that was holding their mini pocket dimension together. He found his groove when he and Ruvaria manipulated the time within their pocket dimension to make it as slow as possible based on the most immediate surroundings outside of their space.

Months outside of the Supernova Hater Dungeon would be years inside. Months outside of the Supernova Hater Dungeon would be decades inside of Zarian and Ruvaria’s miniature world. Zarian only had a little over a few days before the tournament began. But inside their mini pocket world, they had thirty years max.

“Watch it, kid, you might get a fly down your throat.” Zarian snickered at Foodie’s gobsmacked expression, mouth hanging wide open as she looked around.

“I should’ve been a wizard!” Foodie shouted, arms waving.

“I was extra motivated because of your cooking, child,” Ruvaria said, arms wrapped tight around Zarian’s remaining arm. “You will be a powerful cook. Your food will motivate many far and wide. That’s a gift even we casters would value immensely.”

The tall and scarred goblin girl seemed uncertain about that. Who could blame her? They were in the middle of a hyper green forest with wet woodland critters bouncing about. The forest floor was soft, black, and covered in green fauna. Thick trees loomed over them with misty clouds weaved between their wide-reaching branches.

A soft patter of rain fell on them, cool and refreshing with a hint of aura. Then there was the starless void made from the combined darkness of Zarian and his lover, and the one lone light made from pure aura that acted as a capacitor as the mini pocket world drew aura straight from the dungeon outside.

Zarian felt a little daunted. Other than the initial power, most of the work came from Ruvaria finessing her way through seemingly impossible magical equations. He turned to look down at the elf, and Foodie followed his gaze to put the center of attention on Ruvaria.

“Most of this is your doing,” he said.

Foodie gasped softly.

Ruvaria tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, her cheeks reddening. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve only theorized. I wouldn’t have been able if it weren’t for Foodie’s cooking pushing me beyond my own limits and you granting me access to your power. There is only so much theory and controls I can use without raw power like yours, my love.”

“I have a lot more to learn from you.” Zarian watched as a horned rabbit raced by while followed by a fox with many tails. It was hard to believe that she made so much life with just one of his arms. “Too bad I’m not healing from this. I can feel it. Perma sacrifice.”

Both Foodie and Ruvaria frowned at that. He waved them off. “It’s fine. What’s thirty years while down an arm? Gilbert will fix it for me once we reunite.” 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

It’s really overpowered for a healer to be able to say ‘Nah, that’s not permanent’ when up against a mystical mechanic that enforces permanent damage across the cosmos.

That was the thing, wasn’t it? Zarian’s best people were all overpowered in their own ways. And his girlfriend could rip apart the entire universe on her own if she wanted.

I wouldn’t be me if I weren’t dealing with universe-ending threats in a cute package.