Overpowered Wizard

Zarian asserted his claim as the mightiest by facing the wraith at the center of his Void Domain. His claim became greater by partnering Overpowered Times Two with Grand War Mage Body Furnace and his other physical buffs.

Para helped the most as his biggest physicality reinforcer while Floridian Mindset did its divine Thematic Law thing, of course, making Para even greater, which made Zarian’s body greater.

Because of all that, the wizard’s reality-bending assertion ran little to no risks of being wrong. Causality followed his certified whim and made him as strong as he needed to be.

Making him an indomitable tank.

The wraith’s attacks went from leaving a little damage to leaving no damage whatsoever even when it added other skills – such as Chilling Death +3 and Soul Shatter Howl +3.

The creepy, white-blue-green death skill crackled and snapped like splintered glass off his body. Its icy conjurations faded into the voracious gaps of Void Domain after having no effect.

The howl skill struck like a cannon that could’ve killed hundreds of Level 50 adventurers or obliterated the heart of a human capital city in the Walled Continent. Against the Conquest Wizard? It was more like a breeze that hit a brick wall that had Sainte-Darkrun written on it before petering out in the corners of Void Domain.

The wraith’s traits weren’t much help either, a few failing because they depended on the wraith having an overt advantage or doing a specific action that weakened Zarian. Sadly for the wraith, the ultimate tank wizard remained strengthened.

In fact, Zarian damaged himself more by using his Grand War Mage Body Furnace. However, the vitality loss was trivial, a price worth paying.

With the wraith’s attacks staying impotent against a wizard, the monster became more afraid as the dark and hungry void clamped down from all directions.

Zarian added a cast of Void Madness as the last nail on the coffin, and the wraith’s Willpower broke apart. It couldn’t handle the overpowered and devouring existence of an eldritch scourge like Zarian.

Traumatized, the wraith stopped fighting. It didn’t bother to flee. The monster froze up like an oversized prey animal.

With his arms crossed, Zarian’s lion tail reached into his cloak. The fifth limb pulled out the big black sword Hannah had redesigned and touched up a few times before they separated.

<Aura Slayer (Legendary): This large hunk of sharpened metal is not really a sword. It’s a versatile conduit of magic. It’s more accurate to call it a sharpened wand. Better yet, its slightly divine Black Hell Iron has been reforged with Corma Dwarf Adamantium, so you know it’s good. Any magical ability channeled through this sword becomes even stronger while enhancing the evil or free-evil intellect of the user. Scales partially with Willpower, Wonder, and Mysticism.>

Zarian channeled Void Domain into Aura Slayer. The six-foot-long ‘wand’ turned hazy, nightmarish, and blacker than black. A fiendish force ran along its edge. Then Zarian took things a step further by casting Void Acid and Bloody Lifesteal on the sword as well.

Why?

Just for kicks and giggles.

With the wraith standing like a vegetable, Zarian’s tail snapped around and swiped Aura Slayer through the monster. One cut. One kill.

The wraith’s life energy disappeared into the void. Its soul untethered from its physical frame and faded into the embrace of the Infinita Star System. Its body physically unraveled on the spot while disappearing in acid-dissolving chunks that dripped into the void.

All that remained were its chains, the links clattering into the brackish water with a solemn splash.

Familiar dinging sounds rang in Zarian’s head.

Since the Master Rankers were waiting for their non-ranker friends to rank up, checking notifications on the go was a fine deal in the meantime. Zarian smiled as he gave in to the old impulse.

<You’ve defeated a Marsh Wraith Monster, Level 122 Spirit Drowner!>

<Your skill, Lion Prince, leveled up from 1 to 2!>

<Your skill, Intense Arcana Hat, leveled up from 1 to 2!>

<Your skill, Grand War Mage Body Furnace, leveled up from 1 to 2!>

<Your skill, Advanced Grimoire of the Voidling Exile +2, leveled up from 30 to 31!>

It really seemed like leveling up skills would be harder as Master Rankers.

All his skills were advanced or high-quality stuff. Also, being a Master Ranker was like turning on the super hard mode difficulty in gaining experience.

Zarian either had to murder more monsters for experience or find more difficult events that yielded more experience. He wouldn’t be ascending until after the tournament, after all, so he might as well explore more intense and alternative ways to level up.

“Hm, I think I will change into a kilt, after all,” Para said, shifting from her cloak form to her kilt form. Her ragged strands of dark red and cosmic-like fabric fell from out of Zarian’s uncovered waist and draped over his shadowy leggings and boots. “There. It’s safer for a tail to wield a mighty sword with the cloak out of the way.”

“You can be whatever you want to be, Para, and you’ll never be in the way,” Zarian said.

Para giggled.

“I like talking fashion like the next girl, but I think there’s something new stomping in our direction.” Naomi pointed toward a section of the misty marshes.

In that direction, a new challenger rushed forth, shaking the area with its immense strides. Tall and ancient walls, stony trees, and other swamp-slick obstacles tumbled to pieces as the latest monster charged straight at the cultivator and wizard.

Zarian turned to see with his eyes while still floating in the air. His uniquely powerful tail swept from side to side with the tuft-end curled confidently around the handle of Aura Slayer.

His Lion Prince skill had stopped asserting its dominant claim, so Zarian was back to being more like a bullshit wizard instead of an unbeatable wizard. He might not want to use the same Lion Prince trick on this new challenge, though that depended on if he was fighting once again.

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“You want?” Zarian asked.

“Yes, please.” Naomi shook her hips saucily.

Zarian smiled. “Show me what you got.”

She shot him a teasing smirk before blasting off to face the giant monster crashing onto the scene.

As she fought, he used the spider network to update her on the most important parts of the monster’s profile. In return, she fed him info on her new abilities.

It turned out being a cultivator was perfect for Naomi. So much so, Zarian found himself drifting. Not physically. And not exactly mentally. At least not in the mundane way.

It was as if … his point of view … was switching.

It was moving to where reality mattered most, at least for a short period determined by his ultra bloodline. Chance, challenge, and change be damned, his Lion Prince snapped on a different focus.

***

Naomi felt something was off before she rammed head-first into the fist of some big old ugly thing.

Whatever weird funk was going on, she made a quick mental note to blame Zarian. That usually made things easier, even when she was crash-landing backward into thigh-high water because she got cocky and led with her head.

Oh, freaking well.

She stuck the landing feet first and looked up, seeing a hulking ape that was fifty feet tall and had fists the size of pickup trucks.

Its dark green fur was shaggy and filthy. Its huge fangs had small skulls and human-sized bones stuck between the gaps.

There was an uncanny intelligence and wickedness in its glowing red eyes, too, as it paced from side to side and studied Naomi in return. While it was big, mean, and monstrous, it was clever enough to recognize something unusual about the little human woman.

It ought to be wary. She’d just planted her forehead on its knuckles and came out just fine as rain, which hadn’t been on the cards for this morning, but Naomi could dig it.

The monster was tough enough to warm her up. Maybe it could really get her going, make her feel danger hot.

She wanted to tango with the downright worst of them. She wanted to build her new power-chasing foundations for the next one hundred levels.

And she wanted the side excursion with Zarian to have a cherry on top as another belated birthday gift for her – but that was for later, depending on how she played her cards right, depending on if she deserved it.

The Man-Breaker Gorilla Monster, a Level 130 Sonic Mauler, had none of the concerns of the Tempering Cultivator Master and all the reasons to smash Naomi into the marsh. Even as a non-ranker, the gorilla had thirty levels on her and centuries of monstrous evil +3 experience, so it didn’t seem to care for the cocky smile on Naomi’s face.

The gorilla got its reads, howled, and set things off properly with a Sonic Slap +3 on the drowned ruins between them.

She expected that because of all the detailed info Zarian fed into her brain through the network. Most adventurers would’ve dodged, but Naomi popped a deep squat and chopped her hand forward. She also flipped on multiple abilities with a bright flash.

She became a solar flare of blue and purple power, psychic thunderbolts and something grander and soulful. Her body shifted a few feet taller, with her bodysuit stretching just fine to match her suddenly increased dimensions.

Cat-like features appeared from her head, her digits, her mouth, and from the diamond cut in the back of the bodysuit where a tail could sprout. Blood-pumping veins appeared on her forehead as her irises sharpened into slits.

Her hand chop split the water, the sonic wave, the flying debris, and smashed down on the ugly gorilla’s hand, fracturing some bones. A deep, water-draining ravine appeared in the middle with a big splash, stretching across two hundred feet between her and the monster.

Surprised, the gorilla roared in pain and stumbled backward. It shook its hurt hand as if the oversized ape hadn’t faced a real challenge in a long time.

With blood in the water, the cultivator stalked forward slowly, arrogantly, with her fanged mouth grinning ever wider. Her black, fuzzy tail snapped from side to side. Her heart hammered with the deep beat of a rave as her new abilities filled her to the brim with power.

God damn it all, did she love power! She loved, loved, loved it! Her new trait from combining Power Seeker, Mental Sharpness, and Dao of Tempering represented that perfectly.

<Dao of Power (Mythical): The way of power is your principled and enlightened path. Cultivating power for the sake of power may lead to more personal growth.>

The gorilla turned its roar of pain to a roar of anger. It raised its broken hand and clenched it into a fist before emitting a red flash. The fractured bones corrected themselves with a loud crunch, showing off its healing ability, which was honestly great to see.

Naomi could practice more things on the monster to grow her power. Thus, she turned off multiple abilities and returned to being a smaller human woman without the super glow of overlapping abilities. From there, she could be more selective.

Let’s start with my new wardrobe.

Seeing her become vastly weaker, the Man-Breaker Gorilla vibrated rapidly, its Sonic Dash +3 starting up. It had traits that leveraged its immense 1131 Strength for more speed, since its 113 Agility was its lowest stat. So having a super speed skill was killer move for the gorilla.

Most adventurers without an ultra god hot boy like Zarian as their super wizard support wouldn’t have known about the Sonic Dash +3. Most adventurers would’ve got caught outright as the gorilla launched its quote-unquote surprise attack.

Naomi had already braced herself before activating a new skill she’d gotten from combining four Level 0 skills: Willful Might, Summon Wizard Hat, Parasite Cloak, and Potent Spirit Force. The result was as cheesy as it was fabulous.

<Nascent Soul Robe (Level 1): Summon an aura robe that represents your soul and supercharges the potency of your traits. This comes with a high aura expense, which increases sharply with sustained use. Scales with Willpower.>

A purple aura robe appeared over her body with long loose sleeves and a billowy skirt that reached down to her feet without getting entangled. Then a purple-lightning bolt formed as a sash around her waist, cinching the high-fantasy Kung-Fu look.

She funneled more power from her Psychokinesis +3 into her body. She used Overclocked +3 to break her bodily limits further. Then she tested one trait, Barehanded Sage, against the fast-as-hell and demented little brother of King Kong.

Naomi nearly got crushed as she waxed-on-waxed-off the meteorite of a punch that crashed down on her. The gorilla had to angle low while moving super fast to hit, too.

So having its punch redirected by the wushu move of a little purple-robed black woman sent it off its feet and into a rapid roll through some ancient and swamped ruins.

As for Naomi, her arm bones suffered some hairline cracks. Her entire body rattled. But her arrogant smile remained, even as she tumbled backward across the water.

Flipping with the momentum, she touched the ball of her foot on a thick column and kicked toward the gorilla, demolishing the column behind her with an explosion of pure physical force.

She felt the temptation to use her other abilities. She clamped down on that to make things more difficult for herself, to develop her Dao.

That might’ve been arrogant. Even if it wasn’t, she paid for it.

The giant gorilla went from moving slowly to moving fast again, as if it had hatched a plan to catch Naomi slipping. An ugly smile crossed its face as the gorilla used Shock Dash +3 and Sonic Slap +3 for a blurring and powerful backhand.

Naomi curled into herself with elbows and knees forward before the gorilla’s backhand struck with a resounding impact that felt like an earthquake inside of her bones, joints, and internals.

More fractures appeared all over her skeleton frame. Her forward progress stopped completely, beginning to reverse.

Even though she avoided the fate of most adventurers – being turned into a pink mist – she had a ticket with her name on it that suggested a new area code.

Naomi growled.

Oh, hell no! You got me fucked up if you think you can pimp slap me for the home run!

She ignored her bone fractures and bloody organ ruptures to grab the gorilla’s finger. She stopped herself from flying away even as the gorilla’s arm and her rag-doll body swung around at sonic speed.

The woman was too determined to let go, and her Dao of Power wasn’t yet satisfied.

Alright, the real training starts here.

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