Overpowered Wizard

Zarian nearly lost in the split second it took him to wrangle his darkness under his control.

To be fair to him, there was no hesitation coming from Naomi. Her mind was as deadly as her body, angled toward an impossible pursuit, giving her no room to come out slow.

She wouldn’t even let her disadvantaged position hold her back, her legs racing in place to keep from falling, since she had no footing, only darkened space.

Even as her green-yellow aura condensed and reinforced her impeccable body, her shaky position in the air made her seem like an easy target.

While Zarian tamed his raging darkness, his overwhelming power sought to finish this fight quickly by surrounding Naomi.

That was a mistake.

She kicked back against a tendril of darkness that was already converging around her, reminding Zarian and his Two Percent Darkness there was nothing easy about Naomi Washington. Not as she was now, having broken prior limits to reach a new peak.

If it wasn’t for the mental boosts from his free evil +5 and Intense Arcana Hat, despite them playing minor roles compared to Two Percent Darkness, Zarian wouldn’t have reacted in time.

Naomi’s punch fell short of a few inches when a sheet of darkness slid down from the sky. The dark sheet stopped her from turning Zarian’s skull into splitting atoms.

Instead, she punched through the titanic dark sheet and missed him by an inch as he waltzed backwards into the void.

Once he left the void, he landed on another mountain peak a few miles away. The skin on his left cheek was raw and bruised. The power of her punch and her willful intensity had slipped into the void and touched him.

Zarian updated himself on the deadliness of Naomi’s Second Ignition. He made measures to keep his distance and fight like an out-boxer, as a wizard should.

Of course, his plan wasn’t easy.

Naomi covered the distance at mach speeds. The noise from her jump off, destroying half of the last castle mountain, fell far behind Naomi’s soaring form. It was as if she was her own rendition of She-Hulk, but as a cultivator with aura instead of radiation.

Hell, she was half a head taller than him now.

The condensed and potent power of her current ignition used all of her skills as a foundation that made her Second Stage the first technical tier of Aura Ignition. Supposedly, Naomi should have access to new techniques using her ignition, which clearly amounted to only two. They were simple techniques.

Amplifying her body based on her determination and amplifying whatever the hell she did with her body, even if it meant she had to break physics.

That was all there was, which was plenty enough for her strong-as-hell moves.

But Zarian was the son of overpowered motherfuckers, and he wanted to lay down the law with the simplest projectile.

He shot at Naomi with a bolt the size of a skyscraper. The bolt was made from the darkness of the night, the underground, and the void.

For once, his darkness became more compliant, as if recognizing the threat of the Tempering Cultivator and her foolish pursuit to challenge a young ultra god.

At the same time, Zarian felt the reality magic of Lion Prince helping him have more control over Two Percent Darkness. The inky and purple sealing layers covering his arms became more prominent as he faced against the wild she-beast of a mortal.

So, even when Naomi punched away one of his most powerful conjurations, Zarian wasn’t annoyed. He noted he could slow her down and keep the space between them.

That way, he could shit talk.

“I’m all aligned now, mortal.”

He stepped back into the void and ended up on another castle mountain a few miles away. The last one erupted with a green-yellow flash after Naomi struck like an epic fantasy nuke.

When he spoke – the night, the shadows, the blackness inside the caverns, and even the gaps where reality thinned and his void magic slipped through – all the dark elements resounded with his voice. His words bore down on Naomi and everyone around the Grimrock Castle Mountains, and perhaps further beyond that.

“Thanks to you, I’ve reached a new benchmark. My darkness is falling under me smoother than before. I won’t need any more power than this to put you down.”

Zarian knew he sounded like a cheesy villain.

He didn’t care.

There was some internal magic that went beyond the Star System happening.

The pride he felt from his name as Sainte-Darkrun was immense, especially the Darkrun part. It was a pride that he shared with his little sister despite their diverging views on how to act as young ultra gods.

Owning up to that pride felt right, especially with his tail lashing confidently, his darkness-dripped cloak waving like a flag of ultimate power.

Maybe if he wasn’t so drunk off of himself, he would’ve cringed or felt embarrassed by his own words. Instead, he leaned all the way into the act.

“You can start being afraid now. I’ll beat you up a little before ending this with a neat death.”

He really wanted to keep this fight between him and Naomi contained with the power of Two Percent Darkness. And playing up his role made the power of Lion Prince stronger for him, manipulating the flow of causality and keeping his darkness further bound.

Yet, not everything fell under his whims perfectly.

“Nah, I’m here to win. And Two Percent Darkness isn’t enough to beat me. You’ll see soon.”

Naomi’s voice traveled to Zarian’s current castle mountain with a shockwave.

His mind spider was still in her head, which was fine. That made it easier to locate each other after every dramatic exchange of attacks and maneuvers.

Neither of them were trying to hide, and Zarian noted how Naomi would only shut off the connection to her mind spider when she was about to make her next move.

The moment her mind spider went dark, Zarian cocked back a hand and gathered every type of darkness he could.

Darkness streamed from the caverns and castle mountain gaps below. The night melted into streams of darkness flowing down to him. He used his Void Domain to make reality thinner so the darkness from the void, the most powerful darkness, would join the others.

By gathering darkness from all places, he could focus more on control instead of conjuration. For Naomi to fight him under the night was the epitome of arrogance.

There.

Movement.

She was trying to strike without making a big scene. The human-shaped projectile came in faster than sound, too, just like the last time.

Zarian shot forth a dark javelin that was twice as long as a skyscraper. He realized his mistake a split second before impact.

The human-shaped projectile was a piece of crumbling stone Naomi had thrown earlier. The real human projectile flew at him faster from a lower angle.

She threw a punch with all of her might, but Zarian’s darkness remained plentiful, unyielding, and stable.

Even with his mistake, he fired off another overwhelming javelin and slowed Naomi down while diverting her off course.

Then instead of waltzing into the void like the last time, he drenched the entire castle mountain he stood on in void-manipulated darkness. The moment Naomi landed three hundred feet off to the side, the void-wrapped castle mountain endured her landfall.

Next, Zarian took the entire castle mountain, which was a few miles tall, and carried it through the void with him and Naomi on it. When they exited the void, he hurtled the void-wrapped castle mountain and the cultivator down on a slightly bigger castle mountain.

The two geographical features of epic world design crashed into each other, and the void-wrapped one became the victor while slamming Naomi through the weaker one, breaking into the caverns below.

Only then did Zarian yank back the void and let everything fall to obliteration underneath him.

The noise from the impact traveled halfway across the Walled Continent and sent debris raining down on the nearest civilizations, Central Crossdeath being one of them.

Thankfully, Zarian was aware enough of collateral risks. He had giant dark tentacles swinging about to stop the largest pieces of debris from crushing cities, farms, and whatnot.

But even that sort of act of dark godliness was terrifying as people near the Grimrock Castle Mountains looked up.

They saw whipping tentacles that were miles long and made of the deepest darkness. They saw debris the size of city blocks get smashed apart by those same titanic tentacles. Then they had to run for cover as smaller pieces of debris rained down like hail.

***

Around the World of Castles and Caverns, many peoples reacted in ways that were mostly predictable.

Many lost their nerves and thought another Darkrun Apocalypse was upon them. A few grabbed their weapons and made way to fight the greatest battle Corma had ever seen, forgoing whatever event that held their current attention. Others made doomsday sacrifices to summon whatever or whoever they could.

In the old North Crown Peak Region, now occupied by Ride-or-Die Village, Ruvaria the First Free Elf was laughing drunkenly with a glass of elven wine in hand.

She’d finished another step to turning Jack into a dungeon an hour earlier. She was now overlooking the start of a long and drawn out siege from the wolf dragons and wolf kobolds, with hundreds of thousands of scaly mongrels positioning themselves north of Ride-or-Die Village.

She floated above the northern wall and defenses as guild members, enlisted adventurers, and paid villagers scurried about frantically beneath her in their efforts to repel an invasion. Magic artillery cannons blasted off consistently with other siege weapons at play.

She could have ended this conflict easily, but she didn’t. She would observe instead, just like how she observed the dramatic life of her dear student.

Her orbital simulacrum scryers fed her everything, though the feed was hazier and darker than usual because of her student’s apocalyptic and dark power.

Still, Ruvaria enjoyed herself, sometimes to the point of dancing in the air as elven wine warmed her belly. Even with the horrid curse of free good in her heart, she gave herself time for merriment.

It was because of the accursed freedom alignment that she stopped caring so much about her family’s absolute legacy and her control over the entire world. She stopped taking things too seriously.

Her world, the World of Castles and Caverns, was unraveling. Her careful machinations were falling apart. Her children, her children’s children, her children’s children’s children, and many other descendants and distant relatives were lost without her and angry with her.

They would soon make mistakes that would further unravel the world Ruvaria had painstakingly watched over after it fell into her lap thousands of years ago.

Many would suffer from her lack of care. Many would die. But none of that mattered at this point, because all that mattered was her dear student’s growth and feats.

Unlike many others around the world, Ruvaria relished the chaos and destruction as Zarian tried to snuff out the determination of an unruly human woman.

“Crush that little human, dear student. Put her in her place,” Ruvaria said. “Show everyone you are the master of us all and nobody can challenge you!”

***

Ruvaria’s words reached him. She might not have meant for that to happen.

Zarian heard the drunkenness in her voice and safely assumed she was enjoying some of that rare and high-quality elven wine, which had her speaking more of her mind freely. Still, he would not correct her.

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He really wanted to lay down the law and enjoy the moment while his Overwhelming Darkness was on its best behavior. The odds were still in his favor because of the Lion Prince.

So, yeah, he let Ruvaria stroke his ego.

She wasn’t the only one.

He saw flickers of Luciana’s luscious dark lips curled into a smile. Clearly, his wife supported every showing of his grand and cosmic power.

Despite the political optics with their relationship, he and Luciana were both children of ultra gods.

Thus, the Shadowfell Goddess also had a stake in this match between those with ultra bloodlines being challenged by humans with no bloodlines, no specialness, only what they could gain from the Star System with their determination.

Disregarding the irony of his position, Zarian floated in the air and waited for the results of his castle mountain on top of castle mountain slam after Naomi suffered the brunt of the maneuver.

The militant black woman brushed the dirt off her shoulders. She strode up the sides of a broken tower lying on the ruins of two castle mountains.

There were still plenty of dust clouds billowing in the air, but she wasn’t trying to hide much. She didn’t even try to hide how she was wounded. Her naked body was a canvass of bruises after her legendary bodysuit came out demolished, unable to survive a match like this.

Her nakedness didn’t seem to bother her. The unfairness of her position didn’t seem to bother her, either.

In fact, she exuded more confidence as her green-yellow aura rotated like the core of a neutron star around her. She had grown, too, becoming seven feet tall. Her body showed her off as the perfect female specimen of power and beauty regardless of her wounds.

Then there was her hair, which had blown up in volume and style, her curls waving about as kinky stalks from around her head and back, reaching down as far as her knees. Black hair didn’t reach out like that naturally because of its curly nature. Yet Naomi maintained the curls and grew its volume to ridiculous dimensions, making her look extra foxy.

When she spoke, her voice resonated far and wide across the remaining castle mountains. Each syllable was a nuke of force that was still easy to understand.

“Damn, it’s hard to get a hit on you.”

Zarian’s voice bellowed from the darkness all over.

“Why do you think I held back as a wizard when there were no real challenges? If you look in a dictionary, you’ll probably find a picture of me defining what overpowered is.”

Naomi burst out with explosive laughter.

“Damn, you’re so cocky when you’re like this, Zarian. I love it.” She snickered some more. “Okay. I’ll push myself a little harder. Here comes the humbling.”

Zarian sneered.

“Yeah, Naomi, there will be a humbling. But not for me!”

Zarian acted faster than Naomi this time. He stepped in and out of the void. He reappeared close to her, right outside of the green-yellow shell of ignited power.

While up this close, he could feel the grand nature of her constantly perfecting techniques – the amplification of her body and what she could do with her body that defied physics.

She was now half a foot taller than seven feet. She looked more like the absolute version of a dark-skinned battle demigoddess. Nobody should get close to her. Nobody should dare.

But Zarian dared, with his hands tucked to one side, palms facing each other. His fingers clenched around a dark ball of condensed and overwhelming power that just finished charging up.

The wide eyes and open mouth of shock on Naomi’s face were satisfying. Zarian grinned as he pushed his dark ball forward with a final “HA!”

He struck her at a distance that was relatively point blank. He struck her with his most concentrated attack, too, a beam of darkness made from the void.

The void beam was one hundred feet thick, thrusting through the Grimrock Castle Mountains with ease. After taking one long but quick trip all the way down the eastern coast of the Walled Continent, the void beam reached the ocean waters.

From there, the void beam took a trip down the southern hemisphere of the World of Castles and Caverns. It reached the central pole at the bottom before petering out.

“Winner, winner, chicken, dinner,” Zarian said. “My victory.”

The Lion Prince disagreed when it suddenly flipped causality against Zarian.

The feeling of the odds – of cosmic chance – going against him so suddenly was the most existentially dreadful thing Zarian had ever felt. The flip in odds was also the best warning he could get, making him step back into the void for a quick and tactical retreat.

He also covered himself with as much darkened armor he could pack on without being heavily weighed down.

Naomi punched her way into the void through sheer force of determination.

Her body was more beaten and battered, with blood flowing from everywhere. She looked like she should be at the hospital, at least at first glance.

But the eight-foot super amazon defied what should’ve been her defeat and threw herself into the void to chase after Zarian. She ran through the void with void-breaking defiance, even though this was outside of the usual bounds of the Star System, where even gods lost power.

When Sinfeast had ended up in a similar situation, the bastard god had only faced one percent while stuck in the void with Zarian. Sinfeast had cried a vial of tears that Zarian’s wife now possessed after suffering to the Dark Lord in his best element.

Forcing her way into the void was a foolish and rash choice, so Zarian struck at her with void darkness at two percent.

He formed void teeth that clamped down on Naomi’s little green-yellow form. He formed thousands of bolts that flew at Naomi from all angles. He whipped at her with void tentacles. He even grabbed the nearest eldritch creatures that called this space their home and threw them at the determined woman.

She punched through the void teeth.

She punched through thousands of void bolts.

She punched his void tentacles back into nothingness.

She ignored the eldritch creatures, battering straight through them, as she ran after Zarian.

Everything she was doing was flabbergasting and impossible. The core concepts of Naomi’s two ignition techniques, amplifying her body and doing impossible things with her body, were extending to the void!

That could change once she ran out of aura, but her unstoppable rush had Zarian on the back heels, and she was closer to getting to him than she was to going empty on aura.

Zarian exited the void, and Naomi crashed through the barrier between dimensions with a roar.

She swung her hand to catch him, but she missed by a scant inch.

The sheer force of her miss smacked Zarian and peeled away layer after layer of void darkness from his body. He gasped, disoriented, as he careened into the side of another castle mountain.

He broke through floors, tunnels, hallways, banquet chambers, and struck the caverns below. He landed with a quake that shook the castle mountain above him.

He had little time to recollect himself. Naomi would be on him soon. But his concerns for himself were falling away fast, really.

Things were getting dangerous. Naomi was going to do irreparable damage to herself in her crazed pursuit to challenge him.

The longer and harder she pushed her Thematic Concept, the greater the blowback. Even if Zarian killed her on the spot now, the way she’d leveraged Even Further Beyond with Second Ignition was so over the top that she might suffer something worse than a long rest.

They were reaching a territory where Naomi might stay down for the count. The cold reality of the risks they were taking hit Zarian like an ice bath.

The time he took to realize all that was enough for Naomi to find him.

A punch with his name on it swung toward his face as the entire castle mountain imploded from how fast and hard Naomi crashed through to reach Zarian. Since she was a lot taller than him, she had to throw her fist from her hip, but that came with the power of her backside getting added to the blow.

The wizard didn’t defend. The fastest way to end this bout would be for him to lose to the cultivator. That and it would be a painless defeat, at least.

But Naomi stopped an inch from hitting him between the eyes. More surprising than that, she clamped down on the rush of force following behind her, stopping anything that tried to hit Zarian.

Surprisingly, he came out untouched as an entire castle mountain clattered to pieces from around them.

“No,” she mumbled. “Don’t stop like that.”

“We need to stop, Naomi,” Zarian urged softly. “You’re reaching too far. You might not come back from this.”

“Hit me with three percent. One last exchange. After that, I’ll stop, at least for tonight.”

“Fucking idiot.” Zarian looked away, feeling angry, scared, and thrilled. “Crayon muncher. Jarhead. Dumb jock. Idiot. If you don’t come back from this, I will find your soul and give you hell.”

“Rah.”

Zarian sighed as he walked through the void. Naomi walked through the void with him … by smashing her way in and out.

When they left the void, they came out on top of the largest castle mountain on the range. The darkness in the sky and the darkness in the world spiraled as if they were throwing a jubilee. The celebration was more menacing, more threatening, and more wrong.

Zarian wasn’t sure if he should go to three percent. But Naomi was too determined to let this end simply.

I could shoot myself, Zarian thought.

But how would that affect Naomi? Hell, how would that affect Gilbert, who would get angry with Zarian for choosing that option. Even if the Divine Revival Charm would save Zarian, knowing Gilbert’s feelings about that slowed his hand.

The sentiment around taking one to the dome wasn’t practical in this instance. But Zarian couldn’t go through with it. He didn’t want to disappoint Gilbert, nor would he want to hide something like that.

Wow … I’m literally trapped by the power of friendship here. The irony keeps getting stronger.

Besides, he was already this far deep with Naomi.

Zarian stood three hundred feet away from Naomi. The look in her eyes worried him. She wasn’t all there. She was nothing but ambition.

She was the Dao of Power.

So this is what it’s like to face Broly.

He knew he shouldn’t do this. He knew he should deny Naomi’s request and find another solution.

But there was a part of him that was curious about hitting three percent and coming out okay anyway. He also wondered how Naomi would handle it

With a sigh, Zarian ignored the wrongness of causality and took a risk. He performed the same song and dance once more for the sake of the moment.

“Overwhelming Darkness: Twenty Dark Locks Sealing Style Technique. Unlock Dark Lock One. The Worm Lurks Buried Deep Under Fabled Myth…”

Zarian trailed off.

He looked up at the night sky.

There were no blocky clouds in the way.

And there were no stars. Barely any light. The moons were deeply submerged. The darkness reigned supreme above their heads, covering all vision of the cosmos beyond the moons.

He could feel the darkness of the world reaching up from its gaps, its faults, and its deepest caverns. The oldest and most unseen darkness streamed upward toward their young lord.

With so much darkness gathered for the son of ultra gods, the east side of the Walled Continent darkened heavily, making the night look like a place in the void. Crossdeath, Windy Strider, Stalwart Paladin, and other civilized areas experienced nothing but darkness from above and below.

Whether they were evil, good, or neutral, the inhabitants and adventurers of these places cried out for the help of the gods. But none of the gods, good or evil, answered them.

Zarian looked across from him and saw the emptiness in Naomi’s eyes. She was losing herself further and further.

He prayed to the Funnest and Biggest that Naomi would come back from this, and that he wouldn’t lose control. Then he finished the technique with a hopeful smile on his face.

“Three Percent Power Unsealed. Triple Threat Darkness.”

The next moments happened quickly. Naomi threw herself at him. Zarian raised his left hand.

As he lined up his shot, he felt from in front of him and within him two immense forces he had to battle.

Naomi’s insatiable determination to break the curse of her humanity bore down upon him like a flying sun. Her green-yellow ignition was changing, too, shifting toward a more orangish color.

She was reaching toward the Third Stage of Aura Ignition, stability.

Zarian wished he could enjoy her growth with her. But he was stuck on the edge as his darkness stopped acting like a servant.

His darkness was trying to take control. His darkness wanted to rip him apart from the inside, destroy Naomi, and then treat everything else as a buffet.

The safest thing to do would be to hold back Three Percent Darkness and let Naomi get the hit.

She would probably transition to Third Ignition, and if they were lucky enough, she might survive afterward. Then Zarian would revive because of the charm while stopping his darkness from breaking free. They could carry on merrily from there.

There was one problem with that.

Zarian would’ve felt like a bitch, more so than any moment prior. He refused to lose to both Naomi and his darkness at the same time.

He chose the third option.

He bent Three Percent Darkness to his demands and shot out a dark beam that he aimed upward with a curve. He ignored the warnings of causality and put everything he could to control his darkness and kill Naomi.

The sheer blowback flattened the castle mountain they stood on along with the neighboring ones. The three percent dark beam carved a path across the sky that was visible to everyone on the Walled Continent.

The beam looked like a line of blackness that was blacker than black. Then the beam exited the atmosphere, crossed the orbital space of Corma, and carved away half of the orange moon – Cavern Hellion.

The three percent dark beam kept on flying into space while Cavern Hellion flew into an alternate angle, with the orange moon crashing into the blue moon – Sea Strider.

Orange and blue moon rocks flew into Corma’s atmosphere, the moon meteorites raining down on the Walled Continent and half of the world. Some of those rocks landed around Ride-or-Die Village, though none of them touched the home of the Dark Lord…

***

Ruvaria the First Free Elf thought it wise to intervene for the sake of her dear student … so he wouldn’t feel too guilty about the doom he brought down upon the world.

She made sure none of the moon meteorites struck down on the home of the Floridians. She blew up the largest pieces of moon rocks to save a few little civilizations from total annihilation.

Then she teleported to the desolation where the Grimrock Castle Mountains had once stood. They were all mostly gone now.

Ruvaria found the lower half of Naomi Washington lying on the floor, her bottom cheeks pointed to the sky. The First Free Elf checked the magical fate surrounding the dead human and saw the odds were terrible.

She made mental notes to help her dear student grieve later. She threw those aside when Naomi pulled off another impossible feat. She revived herself despite the odds.

She was back to being a plain human, though. And she was unconscious, stuck in a coma, in fact. She might not wake for a while, at least not for the next few months.

Still, that was better than the more likely outcome of Naomi staying dead. She was the perfect match for Ruvaria’s dear student. The stubborn human’s continued existence was a necessity for Zarian.

Turning away from the reckless black woman, Ruvaria walked over to where her student struggled with his darkness. A cosmic power that wanted to consume the Star System from the inside out covered half of his body, the left side specifically.

He was doing everything he could to stop it, but he couldn’t quite seal it with his sealing technique.

Ruvaria glanced up as more moon chunks rained down in streaks of flaming orange and blue. Half of Cavern Hellion was gone, and the remaining half of the orange moon had smashed its face into the side of the blue moon, staying stuck to Sea Strider.

Never had Ruvaria seen such a sight, such a calamity, from a small percentage of someone’s true power. It was quite impressive.

“I can’t stop it,” Zarian moaned, falling to his knees in front of her. “Please … Ruvaria. Please … stop me.”

His call for her was both touching and painful.

But she was his teacher first and foremost.

“Start from the basics,” she instructed.

He tried to argue.

She cut him off. “I don’t care that the fate of the universe rests on this moment. I am your teacher, and this is a wonderful learning experience. Now sit back in the proper position. And start with the basics. If you wish to play with forces beyond your control, then you must clean up your mess properly.”

Zarian slowly nodded. He sat back in the proper position with his legs crossed.

Orange and blue moon meteorites streaked above her as Ruvaria smiled down at her dear apocalyptic student. “Now let us have another session of the most studious kind.”

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