Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch44: New Ultra Goddess

Foodie marched over. When he didn’t attack, she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“That’s it? You’re already broken? I know I’m in a time crunch, but I really want to squeeze a little more out of you.” She huffed at his cowering form. “Come on, Jack. Rage against me some more. Rage, rage, rage!”

The broken creature dimmed instead of raging. He threw himself in front of her boots and blabbered incoherently.

Normally, a goblin would’ve loved seeing this. Instead, Foodie shuffled back, her face twisted with disgust. Maybe that was her Darkrun pride or something. It was hard to tell.

She still didn’t have a darkness skill. She had no ultra bloodlines and had to rely more on her own power.

She didn’t enjoy thinking about what she lacked, but she did. And that annoyed her further when she was already peeved by Jack’s incessant groveling.

“I don’t like how you’re both so small and so large in my head.” Her voice grated in a weird, wounded way, as if betrayed. Her core throbbed painfully. With some struggle, she tried a new tactic. “Don’t let it end like this, please. For once in your life, act with courage and real honor. I know it’s scary. But if you can’t do it for me, do it for yourself. Please, Jack.”

The moment the heartfelt words left her mouth, Foodie felt disturbed. It was too late to rescind the emotional moment, and to her growing surprise, Jack responded in favor of it. He stopped groveling and slowly rose. His monstrous gaze met her eyes, and it was then that Foodie realized the problem when she saw something deep into the windows of his soul.

It was almost like a mirror.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve been hurting for a long time, huh?” Foodie said, not unkindly. “Ah, I see.” She pouted slightly. “The next part is inevitable. I don’t really owe you anything, but I guess I’m doing this for myself more than anything. So, I’ll be nice about it. Will you accept?”

She watched him think it over as the music played a more soothing choice. In Foodie’s imagination, she saw the wretch she’d spared from long ago, the tormentor she’d hated for most of her life, and the monster in front of her who had the bearing of a man. Then she saw further, beyond all of those versions of Jack, and imagined a small child. She could taste the dark edges of his old despair. It was so clear to her now after looking into his eyes.

Was that a Darkrun thing?

She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t even sure if she was a true Ultra Goddess yet, or just a pretender.

When Jack finally gave his consent for an honorable end, Foodie experienced another bewildering emotion. Happiness. She smiled at him, and Jack tentatively smiled back. She summoned her big cleaver, and he held a shining sword similar to his old one. They nodded at each other before crossing blades; hers passed through his easily. His flesh parted, and before he could feel any further pain, Foodie minced him apart.

The end arrived. The dungeon turned back into an underground cavern. The realities and emotions that thrust themselves upon her went ignored. Foodie used her kitchen magic to store away Jack’s meat and took her rewards from the dungeon treasure chests. The pearly dungeon core waited on the ground, and she quickly grabbed that, too. Nothing remained of the Supernova Hater Dungeon but a cavernous space, her work here finally done.

One teleport later, Foodie reentered the fallen ruins of her old home. Castle Grimrock was a pit now, abandoned, but not completely forgotten. It was here that Foodie went about cooking one of the most important meals of her life.

It was a simple crock-pot recipe, with Jack’s minced remains having the honor of being the main meaty ingredient. It wouldn’t satisfy Foodie’s palette alone, of course. That was where the dungeon core itself came in. Foodie used some of her hottest flames and an array of magic for pressure. She applied more of her wondrous intent and slowly melted the dungeon core into a glistening liquid that she poured into the pot.

She added a few little things, but it was largely dungeon core liquid and Jack’s dungeon boss meat. Then, when the meal was ready, Foodie served herself at a table similar to one from years ago, when she was a mere slave trapped here.

She ate slowly and savored every spoonful. Little by little, she fed upon an exquisite power that flashed and pulsated with a grand promise to change her and make her greater. When she finished, Foodie felt a great need to nap. She didn’t stay asleep for long. She had achievements waiting for her in her notifications.

When she opened them, her monstrous stats grew further. But she had more than just that concerning her. The consumption of a dungeon core was going to change her further along the path upward. The consumption of Jack Masters was even more important, making his fate a key part of hers. She felt more destined than ever before, as if she had sturdier foundations for what was to come.

Making commands of the system was going to be far easier.

More importantly, being a Darkrun was becoming less of a random pick and more of a certainty.

“Thanks, Jack,” Foodie said softly. “And goodbye.”

She hoped the best for him in the next life despite all that had happened. Granted, she might’ve consumed him completely, so he might not even get next life. Though she supposed if that was the case, at least the total end of his existence improved hers by leaps and bounds.

She teleported back to the capital’s airspace and looked down at a city that hadn’t changed much. She stood in the air and wondered for the first time if this place was home enough for her. It didn’t feel like home anymore.

She’d outgrown everyone drastically. They were all so young and weak. Foodie held out her hand and looked through the gaps of her fingers at the wide streets and tall constructions of the expansive, multi-cultured city below. She closed her fist and briefly imagined the entire city getting crushed in her grasp. It was a metaphorical gesture and nothing more.

It would be too easy to do it, though.

“I can affect the entire continent,” Foodie realized. “No … I can affect more than just that.”

She dreaded thinking how far her power could reach. Her parents had mentioned that Bianca was one of the strongest now and could destroy multiple Lesser Worlds at once. Foodie couldn’t grasp how that worked. She was pretty sure Father and Mother had pushed her to be stronger than Bianca and the other Floridians.

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Could she destroy all of Corma? The entire world, with the sun and moons?

The answer was yes. If she stacked her abilities smartly with the focus to destroy a world, she could be the end of Corma. It would be easier than commanding the System. Maybe too easy. So easy, in fact, that destroying the world wasn’t the real issue.

She could eat the entire world if she wanted. And that sounded a little too tantalizing to her. Maybe that was the part that made her a Darkrun, an Ultra Goddess. She could feel the certainty of that deep down. Maybe it was too early to claim that, especially without bloodline skills, yet Foodie was certain of it.

She was Zarian’s daughter, and she was ultra. He made it so with his mere whim and persistence in raising her.

Spine shivering, Foodie turned her attention to a group of militant adventurers, young but decently trained. The Dragon Slayer Corps, her old project. She spotted Wallen, and the faint feelings of a passionate romance came and went. It didn’t compare with her last moments spent with Jack. Yeah, she really had moved on, hadn’t she?

Hadn’t she?

Foodie frowned. She couldn’t bring herself to mingle and break hearts with the … mortals. Wallen was the weakest of them, but for some reason, he made her the most nervous. Why? She wasn’t sure. There was no way they could work anymore.

Or was she lying to herself? I kind of miss him.

Shaking her head, Foodie refocused on the swelling power inside of her. Her limits were far greater. She would probably grow even faster the further she reached toward God Land. The distinctions between being deific at the lower ranks and being a deity in the God Rank was hard to understand.

The best way it was explained to her was that deities who gained their divine status at God Rank were gods made by the System, and those who were true gods became such much earlier or were already divine on their own. It had something to do with the soul and its capacity for greatness. It was still weird how Foodie could skip past everyone and become ultra, but once again, Zarian was the cause, like in most ways.

“I’ll figure it all out later.” She turned toward her true destination before hearing a voice in the wind.

“Don’t wait too long,” Ruvaria warned from all the way in elven territory. She was finally making amends with her family. Foodie knew that had to be hard for her.

“I’ll deal with Wallen after the tournament,” Foodie responded, speaking from halfway across the world. Then she teleported to the Coldbooth Mountains, the territory over Carrowmore. She’d always wanted to see the place.

It was frankly disappointing. The cold weather was mild. The monsters were weak. Foodie used pure aura manipulation to kill a horde of them for the novelty. It was like pressing her finger on a group of ants until they popped from the pressure. A large section of ramparts fell with a rumble from the small display of power.

She did find one creature who drew her attention better than most.

“Hello, Ekri.” Foodie landed gracefully in front of the drider, right outside of his humble campgrounds on the tallest tower peak of the mountains. It was windiest here, and the fine coat he was wearing didn’t seem like enough for him, but he was just strong enough to make do anyway.

“Well now, are my eight eyes deceiving me? Or is that the little princess of great renown with such power that has me trembling to my core?” Ekri smoothly put aside his coffee and campfire meal before transitioning to his knees as a proper supplicant. “Please, your grace, grant this lowly creature your mercy and be welcomed to the ground surrounding my fire! And also, please tell me who did your styling, because it is out of this world!”

Foodie couldn’t help but giggle. She knew well that Ekri had worked for Ruvaria for years. In a way, Ruvaria had always been looking over her, even from a distance. More importantly, Foodie liked Ekri. Maybe more now that she was older and a little wiser. The drider had been acting in the dark and pulling strings for a brighter outcome despite his old evil roots.

“Rise, Ekri. You are a friend. And it was Father Zarian who made these for me specifically.” She moved slowly, very slowly, but she didn’t mind. She carefully hugged him before releasing him and ensuring he remained unharmed. It took some focus, but the difference between them was that grand.

Ekri shivered as he looked up at her face. “I always knew you would become a force to be reckoned with. But the difference between you before and you now is too stark for my poor arachnid hearts.”

“I’m still not strong enough.”

“No! You must be joking.”

Foodie shook her head, her mane swishing. Jack was a good warm up. Her real nemesis was far more dangerous.

Para Darkrun, her sister.

Only one of us can be number one. And it’s going to be me.

“Well, as much as I would love to bask in the glow of your power and cower appropriately to assuage your well-deserved ego, I don’t wish to hold you back from the tournament’s proceedings. It’s going to start with the first match in, I believe, five minutes.”

“Why are you up here then?” Foodie asked.

“It’s the closest I allow myself to my old home.”

The tall and darkly dressed goblin woman offered her hand. She smiled softly, her face no longer wounded, only her pale scars remained. She was back to nearly perfect health except for her old pale scars. Beyond that, she was a cosmic beauty, changed by immense growth and palpable magic, so it was easy to make even Ekri swoon with just a look despite his varying inclinations. Foodie held back from giggling. She couldn’t stop her big ears from waving up and down merrily.

“It’s been so long. And it’s crumbling to pieces down below. I fear I’ll be affected by the state of it.” Ekri sounded hesitant, but he couldn’t resist her charm. She had too much Wonder for anyone to deny her good intentions. He gave himself over to her, and she gently gripped his hand.

Foodie looked down through the soft and weak rock. She had a sorcery for nearly anything. It was to where her options were almost too much for even her. Sometimes, she needed time to think about what she could do.

It’s easier to point out what I can’t do, Foodie realized.

Aloud, she said, “I’ll help you. And protect you. You’re one of my oldest friends. And everything’s weird now. It’s the same and different. I’m really different, and very strong, and the world is too small for me.”

Foodie frowned a little until she felt a pat on her shoulder. She looked down at Ekri’s sympathetic gaze before realizing he was empathetic. He’d been alive far longer than her. He’d seen many great changes.

“Is it hard?” Foodie asked. “Seeing how far I’ve come compared to you?”

That was far too blunt. But she wasn’t sorry about it. She was being painfully genuine, and she admired him for humoring her.

His smile was small and brittle, clearly hurt, but not to where he hated her for it. “It is. But I’m neither destined nor spirited enough to follow a path like yours. I can only hope the grand hands that hold my life aren’t too eager to snuff it with a squeeze.”

She hugged him gently again, making him squawk a little. Maybe he was more than a friend. Maybe he was like family. An uncle, perhaps? Even if he was a weak uncle, he’d done far more in the shadows than anyone could appreciate. That meant she could mess with him a little.

“Well, little spider, you’ll have to endure me. I’ve caught you now. That makes you mine.”

“I was certain I belonged to your parents.”

“Not anymore. You’re mine now.”

“Help! Help! She’s gone mad with power. I’m in the clutches of the cutest tyrant in the universe!”

Foodie snickered-laughed manically before teleporting them down. She kept Ekri close to her, using him to ground herself, making it easier to move about among mortals. It was easier to accept the truth with him at her side, even if it was temporary.

She was an Ultra Goddess. The difference between her and the others was too grand. There was no other way to explain it.

What happens to Ultra Gods and Ultra Goddesses at Level 500? Would my reach be as big as Lucy and Ariana’s?

How big would Zarian’s reach become?

She stopped ruminating the moment she entered the tournament grounds and glided over to the best seats. Unlike the rest of Carrowmore, the coliseum was recently made and unaffected by the crumbling city. It also served as a point of egress and far larger spatially within the grounds than it was outside. Foodie didn’t have to pay. Nobody slowed her entry even with Ekri held closely to her side.

She found her seats just in time at the front, close to the barrier barring them from the stone stage. It looked like an ancient arena of stone with crystal light shining from above. And the magic involved was powerful and divine, heavily influenced by the System. Knowing the powers involved, Foodie doubted even the System could stop the damage if it grew too out of control. No matter. Foodie was right on time, her thrill so palpable, her aura filled the air with her joy.

She made it!

“Now it’s time for the first round! Zarian Sainte-Darkrun versus Valin Storm-Skull!” roared the announcer.