Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch6: On Sight

Landing boots first, Zarian ended up in a crowd of various contestants.

The only thing uniting them was that they were mainly star adventurers. With his high Wonder stat, Zarian was mostly invisible to them. Granted, he was leaning into being low key for the moment.

Para, however, was in boss mode right now, so she proudly exuded power while hovering above the bone-clad floor, with a few inches to spare. She looked around contemptuously at the startled contestants.

Her green eyes glanced at Zarian. With a single mental exchange, the two agreed on how they would want to play things going forward.

“Hello, little creatures. I’m Para, the first chosen skill of the Dark Emperor,” she greeted. “Something has drawn our attention here. I will allow you all to live as long as you don’t get in our way. Be grateful for this mercy.”

Nobody could say much of anything. A few of them were even cowering without even knowing how strong she was truly.

Who could blame them?

She stood out like she was 3D in a 2D world, especially with her body being amazonian and more full-figured than Zarian had realized until she was next to other humanoids. It was as if her exterior was matching the power inside, syncing up every facet of her rapidly growing existence.

Which made Zarian’s appearance smooth and quiet as he stopped being low key among the other contestants. He waved at them casually with one hand while the other remained in his comfortable pocket – seriously, this thing was well made.

“Yo, it’s me, the Dark Emperor. If you’re chill, I’m chill. I just want to have a chat with someone who feels interesting to me,” Zarian said.

“GET HIM!” a male contestant blurted out. “He can be–”

Para disappeared and reappeared on top of the guy who was blurting out the wrong thing. He ended up as a splatter of gore under her feet, his death so quick that the others near the execution didn’t realize Para was among them until a second later.

Her arms remained folded as she floated a few inches back into the air. She didn’t even look at anybody. Her gaze remained forward, and her face held nothing but nuclear contempt.

“I would recommend not trying to do anything hasty,” Zarian suggested. “Para’s literally looking for a chance to flex on you. And nothing gets her going more than anyone who threatens me.”

Many of the contestants lost their nerve even further, if they hadn’t lost it completely already. The more afraid they became, the more Zarian’s traits applied, which also applied through Para.

The two of them became scarier, more abnormal, certainly eldritch, and so willful that many of the contestants naturally fell to their knees in the presence of them and bowed. Zarian wasn’t holding much back other than keeping his Eight Percent Darkness from crushing people.

With both hands in his pockets, he moved forward. Bracketing him were his grimoires, which he hadn’t thought about too much.

He was at a point when he should combine them. Maybe that would come to be once he checked his notifications fully.

“You think you can just do whatever you want?” said an elderly man. He stepped bravely into Zarian’s path. “There is one man I know who can certainly defeat you. And if he does, I’ll be more than happy to applaud him.”

Thankfully, Para was the perfect assistant. She already knew that splattering the old man would be a step too far from Zarian’s liking.

Instead, she turned her head slightly and looked at the old man from the corner of her eyes. One look was all it took for the elder to collapse aside and crawl himself out of Zarian’s path.

The Dark Emperor continued. Para floated after him. The contestants parted like the sea.

Nobody else could get past the scary wall of power and eldritch influence that surrounded the two. Then the duo reached the edge of a basin that was delineated with a certain purpose.

A Super Arena, huh?

It was currently occupied, and the person who drew Zarian’s attention was inside. From the outside, it looked empty. Like a bowl of bones and nothing more. But that was merely how it looked on the outside.

“We don’t have much time,” Zarian said.

He was going to interrupt the Super Arena when he heard a crack and felt a ripple of change in the air. The bowl stopped looking like a simple bowl and revealed a grave with many dead angels, with one man standing in the middle of it all.

He was a big guy. Seven feet tall and all muscle. He wore nothing but a pair of pants that were probably the toughest, skin-tight leather anyone could wear. His hair was spotted black and gold like a leopard, and his eyes were sharp and amused. 𝘙𝐀ƝÓ𝖇Ě𝙎

The moment Zarian and the obvious victor of the Super Arena made eye contact, the fight was on.

Para’s eyes widened as she quickly positioned herself in front of Zarian and unfolded her arms. She deflected a claw-like wave with a swing of her arm and was forced backward by a few inches.

Her usually indomitable exterior sported a cleaving wound on her forearm that had gotten past the toughness of her scales. Para’s face fell open with surprise, and Zarian pressed the issue with a beam of Eight Percent Darkness that shot past her.

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It was safe to say that everyone nearby wasn’t going to survive. Except for the attacker. He not only dodged the darkness attack, but his hands moved like the striking claws of a predator.

He ripped through the air with barely unrestrained power. It was like the flesh of reality was suffering for this man to carve his will into existence.

Zarian stepped through the void and dodged the reality-slashing claw strikes. He ended up on another mountain peak as the last mountain fell apart in hacked up pieces.

Countless bones and bodies rained down into the gray cloud-filled valleys. Explosions resounded from the impacts of Para’s attacks against the mysterious aggressor.

Every attempt to devour the attacker’s secrets ran into an unyielding wall of metaphysical claws. Finding that a little frustrating, Zarian couldn’t let this fight end without knowing something.

“Who are you?” Zarian asked.

“You first!” roared the attacker as he dodged all of Para’s four punches and struck back with a kick to her midsection.

The nearest clouds in the valley and in the air scattered from the shockwave. Para flipped through the air, righted herself, and then returned to Zarian’s side.

The mysterious man slashed at the air and stood on top of the rent in reality. He rubbed behind his neck as he looked down at the former super mountain.

“Damn, everybody’s dead. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” he said.

“You’re the one who attacked first,” Zarian said.

“Yeah, but you felt it, too, didn’t you? Like. As soon as we saw each other, it was on sight. And not in the regular way.”

Zarian didn’t want to admit that he did feel that inkling. He might’ve attacked first if the other man hadn’t.

“Zarian Sainte-Darkrun, the Dark Emperor at your service,” Zarian said, his name ringing with the power of an Ultra God.

“Oh, damn, for real. I’m Cal Everclaw!” Cal said, his name also ringing with the power of an Ultra God. “You’re like me! Like two god damn predators living among mice.”

Lucy had spoken the truth. Ultra Gods could recognize each other through their names. There was no doubt why Zarian had come to this Super World in the first place. It was because of Cal.

Cal looked back with amusement. “We gotta fight, dude. You can feel it too, don’t you? I mean, I love a good fight. But I’ve been going as if it were no big deal.”

The large man smacked his chest thunderously. “But this right here … oh yeah … I can feel this is getting me pumped. Like I’m about to go primal like never before.”

Zarian’s ultra skills were aggravating him from the inside and out. He could feel the inky blot of Overwhelming Darkness rotating inside of his soul and staining the air like an oil spill. Lion Prince kept urging him forward, egging him on, making him feel wild and aggressive.

“No,” Zarian said. “Not yet. I just ran into you. And this is a big discovery for me.”

“What?! Come on, man! Don’t just show up and ditch all of a sudden. Everybody else is already dead.”

Zarian pointed down at the remains of the mountain that had once held a Super Arena. “There are a few survivors you can care for.”

Cal whipped his muscular arm behind him. The remains of the mountain became further minced down, splitting particles even, and ensuring there were no survivors.

The annihilating attack threw up a heavy gust that blew past Cal’s wide back and reached Zarian, throwing his hair into a flutter after the casual murder.

“I don’t care about them anymore,” Cal growled, his voice reverberating far and wide. “We found each other. This is all meant for us. Don’t you feel that, man? Nothing else matters but our fight! It’s gonna be awesome!”

Zarian felt the same deep down. And that was a problem. Those people had believed in Cal. And he’d thrown them away when they became inconvenient.

“No.” Zarian and Para entered the void before Cal could stop them.

The duo got pretty far away, but they had to keep going in and out of the void. Since it took time to create a proper wormhole, they had to use Void Paradise consistently, doing laps around the entire Super World.

Cal didn’t give up. The man kept chasing, clawing across the distance, leaving utter devastation in his wake. There didn’t seem to be any other grand contestants who could offer a challenge or be a stopgap measure in Cal’s path.

Zarian kept running, and Para followed him throughout.

“You have nothing to say?” Zarian asked her.

“When you are ready to fight him, then we will fight him,” Para said. “He’s dangerous. He seems to not care about controlling himself like you do. And he has a power that exceeds the limits.”

Para shook her head and hissed angrily. “Nothing has damaged this new body of mine until this Cal fellow.”

She raised her arm and revealed the claw mark was still there. It was taking a long time for the flesh to stitch back to being whole.

Zarian grimaced. He was going to pay Cal back for that. But it would have to be after he had a better handle on his mindframe.

Cal was lost to his Ultra Bloodline.

Zarian refused to lose himself again.

Eventually, the inevitable happened. A guiding force ensnared Zarian, pleading with him to stop and become still with the rest of reality.

Then, that guiding force drained away, leaving him be, because Cal Everclaw was still ripping and tearing his way forward despite the request of the Systems. Everyone else was probably frozen, but Zarian kept playing his game of keep away as some important notifications arrived.

<The First Round of the Carrowmore Tournament has concluded! We’ve tallied the Tournament Points and we’ve even created a leader board for the top 100,000. The leader board will emphasize the points gathered by those in the top 5 spots especially. Behold!>

<1. Dark Emperor Zarian Sainte-Darkrun: 8,178,061,932.>

<2. Bukka the Choppa: 435,657,389.>

<3. Aimee Jones: 267,774,23.>

<4. Cal Everclaw: 101,647,021>

<5. Assimilator Rox: 99,872,345.>

Seeing that actually threw Zarian for a loop and nearly messed up his next void escape.

He scrolled down the top 100,000 and realized that he had more Tournament Points than many behind him combined.

Had they really struggled at getting TP? Or was it because of his shade spiders and their manifest destiny to conqueror in all directions?

Man, having super powerful swarms was a major cheat in events like these.

<As you can all see! The Dark Emperor holds the #1 spot in the Tournament. This leads us to the Second Round. You can only gain points by defeating someone above you! For those at the bottom, you can only go up from here. For those at the top, you better hold on to your place and ensure nobody can lap you.>

<You will all be deposited on a Mega World! You have the option of leaving the tournament before you’re deposited on the Mega World! Once you’re there, the Second Round doesn’t end until there are only six remaining contestants or three months have passed and the top six have the highest points.>

<Also, please keep in mind if you’re able to beat the Dark Emperor in any way, you can skip straight to the Final Round. Six spots still remain.>

<Now it’s time for the free for all! The Second Round!>