Overpowered Wizard

You’re still the POV Character, Zarian sent to Naomi’s mind. We’re splitting the power of the Lion Prince, which makes it a little weaker than usual after I, uh, screwed up. So be careful! And if push comes to shove, we’ll have to make a tactical retreat like the System suggests.

The odds were that bad, huh?

It is what it is. Naomi figured she could work with that as she flipped away from clawing strikes, gnashing teeth, and grasping tentacles.

All of that came from one butt-ugly monster that looked like an angry beaver had a baby with a coked-up octopus. And that baby was the size of a school bus.

She barely had enough time to absorb the info Zarian sent through the network. Another half a dozen large monsters were trying to gang up on her from behind.

All of them were between Level 125 and Level 140. No Master Rankers, which was fortunate, because Naomi was a little disoriented and feeling slow.

One reason for that was her harmonious meditation skill. It slowed her while she used a tranquil mind state to recover. The other reason was the powerful debuffs targeting her, cursing her. All nasty stuff, far stronger than what the Grimrock Hell Gate had done.

Maybe there was a Region Boss out there like Zarian had said.

Damn, I gotta take this seriously, Naomi thought to herself.

Less Barehanded Sage, and more Psionic Affinity.

She might have to use Half Ignition, which was a special Aura Ignition technique she’d taught herself.

Before she could decide, whooping barb shots flew like mega sized artillery rounds. There were also acidic torrents shooting down from the thick cloud cover high above.

Zarian hadn’t caught on to enemies being up there until they started shooting.

Naomi lunged out of the way of the attacks despite her physical and mental slowness. She barely dodged in time.

Then she felt something she didn’t like.

Zarian and Para’s distress.

It was loud and clear to her even though they wanted to hide it. Just like how Naomi’s psychic nature made it easier to hide her thoughts and feelings, being psychic made it easier to pry a little while connected on the spider network.

She glanced past another butt-ugly monster that was half-snot, half corpse-pile and saw Zarian flickering in and out of sight as a hailstorm of attacks fell on him. Nothing could land flush. But Naomi could tell he was having some trouble.

Her instinct to serve and protect Zarian kicked into overdrive. She knew what to do.

She looked deep inside of herself. She found that extra angry juice that made her a hard ass woman. She found that little special sauce from Zarian.

Then she used all of her Willpower and a little of Thematic Concept/Even Further Beyond to shove the POV thing away.

She couldn’t move her body much while doing that, at least not effectively, so she took her licks. She got battered around by vicious monsters. They tore her ass up.

But Naomi kept shoving and shoving until, finally, she felt something dislodge. She threw back what belonged to her handsome man-god.

Even as Naomi suffered another brutal and painful death, Zarian’s shock was loud and clear on the network. Wait… did you just …

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Did you just push the POV all the way back to me with Willpower and pure DETERMINATION?! Zarian sent on the network, surprised by the mad woman’s audacity. ȐΑŊồꞖÊŚ

She even got herself killed again, torn down by a mob of monsters. Thankfully, her mythical trait, Undying Tyrant, revived her and made her enormously stronger than before.

That was relieving and worrying. Naomi’s life energy suffered. And the monsters had heavy doses of death magic on their side.

But Lion Prince wasn’t getting split anymore.

The skill was still weak, and causality was definitely not in his favor. The enemies had a better chance against him. They could challenge him. They could change everything if they actually took him down.

But he felt better now that he had all the Lion Prince with him.

You’re welcome. Now pick up the slack and get to killing, Naomi sent after reviving herself.

There was only one response that he could give. I’ll set something up to make your sacrifices worth it, Marine. We’re gonna hit them with that oorah magic of freedom.

Rah! Naomi triggered Half Ignition with an immense shockwave that threw back the monsters, and Zarian regathered his thoughts and assessed the situation for more intel and recent updates.

He relied less on the void and jerked himself around in the air using pure Aura Mastery. His grimoires followed him just as always, especially Morph. The buggy thing had wrapped himself up in the kilt’s ragged threads behind the small of his back.

I have options. But what are we facing fully?

Zarian dialed up his intellect from his free evil +5, his arcana hat raised his high-speed smarts even higher, and Devourer of Secrets and Stories kept churning through the information blocks to steal intel.

There were six types of monsters attacking as a collective wave.

First type, the Octo Reaver Monsters, averaging in the mid Level 120s, with classes ranging from Corpse Collector, Bone Mounter, and Adventurer Ensnarer. They looked like giant beavers fused with octopuses. They moved super fast, favoring their Agility and Mysticism stats. Most of their skills came with the death element except for the Adventurer Ensnarer class, which focused on swamp magic and poison magic.

Second type, the Sludge Serpent Monsters, averaging in the late Level 120s, with Cadaver Fuser as their only class. They looked like subway trains made of sludge and corpses. They had heavy stats built into their Strength and Wonder. They could make all the corpses in their slimy bodies move individually and cast large volleys of death related attacks. They could also lunge with a sticky, acidic body slam to catch prey.

Third type, the Mire Hound Monsters, averaging in the early Level 130s, with classes ranging from Bone Cruncher, Terror Howler, and Adventurer Hunter. They were like Naomi, focusing on Strength and Agility, but depending on their classes, their third top stat might be Willpower for crunching, Wonder for hunting, or Mysticism for howling. Each one was the size of a pickup truck, too. They ran around on the fringes and lunged in from the blindsides for easy strikes.

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Fourth type, the Buzz Zombie Monsters, averaging early Level 130s, all with the Hive Carrier class. They looked the most humanoid while eight feet tall, which would make them the most nightmarish to most adventurers. They had dry, husk-like skin that looked like enchanted wasp paper. They had bloated faces with no eyes, no tongues, which were used as passages. Their whole thing was to catch other humans and unleash their swarm of thumb-size Hive Wasp Monsters, each with the Level 85 Hive Maker class. That would technically make them an extra monster type on the scene, with abilities for paralyzing and creating new buzz zombies.

The last two types were the ones Zarian disliked the most.

Further out, while shrouded in the mist, an artillery line of Spiny Crawler Monsters shot at him, all with the Level 135 Barb Cannon class. All of their abilities surrounded their Barb Shot +4 skill, the most advanced skill Zarian had ever identified.

No wonder his right arm was out of commission. The power of that skill’s advancements wouldn’t allow causality to follow Zarian’s whim so easily.

The creature itself looked like the bones and flesh of a hunched over giant crawling face first through the muck. The arch of its spine, where the barbs grew from, was extra pronounced. Each barb had seeker magic, warp magic, poison magic, death magic, and something new – unlucky magic, which would explain why his causality skill failed so harshly.

They were screwing with his luck, which weakened his chances, which lowered his odds.

The flying barbs stressed Zarian the most as every close dodge became closer and closer.

The fucked up part is the Level 0 version of Barb Shot would not come with the unlucky magic. It’s an extra ability from being a +4 skill, and a Level 0 copy wouldn’t have that.

Level 0 skills were stuck in the beta section, and they were much weaker and insufficient than before after reaching Level 100. This made skill copies less valuable at these levels compared to ability combiners.

Still, he might keep his options open for something truly extraordinary, after he had more of a handle on things.

There was still the sixth type, which were monsters that had the best obscuring magic Zarian had faced, which overlapped with the powers of the Harrowing Mist Isles Region Boss. The sixth monster types were shooting down acidic beam torrents from the thick clouds above and remaining concealed from the Conquest Wizard’s senses and identifying scans.

Every time he tried to sweep over them with Devourer of Secrets and Stories, he kept getting denied.

So far, they had used nothing else but acidic beams. They stayed focused on him, but he didn’t like the lack of intel on the sixth. He didn’t want to go up there and leave Naomi alone, either, at least until he shifted the flow of the battle.

At the very least, Naomi was going hog wild now, which was her being serious. Her incredible trait, Dao of Power, might or might not grow from this. But it didn’t seem to matter to Naomi.

She was already on her second death for the day, increasing her tyrannical buffs. She paired that with Half Ignition – which allowed her to use her skills – while adding some other physical and psychic powers, regardless of the costs.

With Harmonious Meditation of Heaven and Hell, she became berserk. She put on her Nascent Soul Robe, becoming a bright purple beacon of cultivator grandeur. She sized up, becoming far bigger than ever before with her Primal Huntress Form +3.

Eight feet. Ten feet. Twelve feet. Sixteen feet! She didn’t stop until she was twenty feet tall, making her an obvious supersize threat.

A flick of her tail sounded like a thunder clap. Her claws and fangs were longer than combat knives. Her cat ears barely poked out from her voluminous and curly hair, which waved about from the chaotic aura venting from her like an inferno.

She growled, her voice shaking the air, making all the monsters freeze up a little, their Willpower getting tested by the primal huntress.

That was fine and dandy, but for Zarian’s sake, he was glad that her purple soul robe and blue bonfire of ignited aura expanded with her body. The layer of shiny magic powers covered the exposed hole in the chest of her bodysuit, hiding some of the major parts that grew to match her dimensions.

Then the uncharacteristic distraction, which Zarian blamed on Lion Prince, fell out of focus as Naomi powered up more and more. She hit a new peak of power for the day before throwing her first proper attack on an Octo Reaver Bone Mounter.

A single palm thrust.

The creature snapped out of its temporary fear before slapping its tentacles into the marshy floor and launching off its claws. Its beaver head tilted forward while glowing with a necrotic green energy. There was a glint of confidence in the monster’s dark eyes while counterattacking with a Death Skull Bash +3.

Then the eyes of the Octo Reaver Bone Mounter popped out of its skull and joined the explosion of gore blasting in all directions from its body. Naomi’s giant-sized and super-strong palm thrust was ramming straight through with a compact and brutal psychic eruption as the cherry on top.

After she destroyed her first monster of the monster wave, the side quest became a violent mosh pit of blood and gore with a giant psychic cat girl cultivator in the middle.

Naomi marched through the monsters, soaked massive hits, and struck back with bigger and badder hits. Hand chops. Palm thrusts. Backhands. Claw slashes. Elbow strikes. Stomps. And many more.

Each hit sounded like thunder and lightning. Viscera and swamp water rained everywhere. Shockwaves of magic, brutal bone-breaking impacts, and giant mutilated bodies caught in a wushu meat grinder flew about. The nearest ancient temples and lost structures scattered away like they were sand castles caught in a riot during a severe storm.

The unfortunate part was how she was slower at this size. She had to take more hits to dish out the pain. Faster monsters could dodge around her.

Fortunately, she didn’t need to always hit directly to leave a mark or drop a monster into a defenseless position. Some of her strikes discharged psychic blasts of force and electricity. All for the sake of rattling the fast ones and battering everything caught in the wake.

Then the ones that fell over and recovered too late ended up trampled underfoot as she kept marching in a savage circle of death, psionics, and power. To see it from a distance as mere observer was like seeing a moving painting of an ancient war goddess at work against evil creatures of the most demented nightmares.

Thick purple psychic thunderbolts cracked across the air from her heaviest hits. The roaring blue fire of ignited aura covered her massive frame and kept her fueled. Her purple robe, with the purple lightning sash around her waist, remained pristine and beautiful even as Naomi turned monsters into splatter art with her hits.

She became such a menace while palm-thrusting Octo Reaver Monsters, hand-chopping Sludge Serpent Monsters, tail-whacking Mire Hound Monsters, and stepping on Buzz Zombie Monsters, that the fifth and sixth monster types had to split their attention away from Zarian and start raining attacks down on her.

Zarian bided his time to further prepare his counteroffensive and to let Naomi soak in hits for her Dao of Power. As much as he worried, he loved to see her grow, and he felt he was gambling correctly this time.

Even with a class that was less in quality than she deserved, the woman was a monster of a cultivator.

The powerful barbs struck Naomi, knocked her off-course, but couldn’t stop her fully. The acidic torrents couldn’t burn her fast enough before she released a pulse of psychic force that removed the gunk from her body.

She slowed down a bit, but she kept handing out defeat after defeat to monster challengers anyway.

After Naomi soaked a few more hits and drew some more attention, drawing heavy enemy aggro like a proper tank, Zarian checked with Para.

Ready, she said in his head.

“Give me sacrifice,” Zarian said.

All around the monster wave, spectral spiders waved their little arcana hats and triggered their arrays. They hadn’t triggered them prior because Zarian and the spiders redirected from their original strategy. They created something new based on prior research.

Which research was that? The gravity research, of course.

That damn unsolvable spell was still their most researched magic ability other than Overwhelming Darkness. Zarian needed to get back to his gravity work some day, but today he settled with pieces and the simple basics of the real thing.

So under his directions, the spiders had hastily made arrays with one purpose, to askew gravity at a certain angle and have it localize at a spot in the air. Many of the corpses on the battlefield, most if not all having suffered a crushing defeat by Naomi, had webbing spun in intricate runic arrays on their mutilated bodies.

The runic webbings flashed a cosmic purple. The corpses flew up at an angle, rising toward a spot above the middle of the monster wave attack. Smashing together, the growing ball of corpses became a fleshy, gory singularity over everyone’s heads.

The corpse singularity reached the size of a giant fortress hill when the second monster wave came rushing in with fresh units of each type.

By this point, Naomi was looking heavily strained. The amount of vitality and aura she needed to work a twenty-foot powerhouse body was enormous. Some of her key buffs had degrading effects on her, regardless of the benefits. The debuff curses in the region were having an effect, too.

She couldn’t afford another death. That would be too dangerous for her life energy. She would have to power up to First Ignition, since the new monster wave promised to overwhelm her.

Nah, no need. You’ve done enough, Naomi. Time for me to bring the overkill.

“Give me death and destruction,” Zarian said, tracing his fingers on the big black cover of the Advanced Grimoire of Black Magic +2.

The spectral chains attached to his soul rattled as he powered up. He pointed Aura Slayer at the corpse singularity in the air before chanting aloud. “Crucifying Storm Tower.”

Meanwhile, Para reached out with a parasite-made hand and placed it close to Zarian’s hand on the black magic grimoire. Another hand from Para grabbed the orbiting metal cover of the Advanced Grimoire of the Voidling Exile +2.

The ragged, cosmic-lit strands of the kilt flared out. Para drew aura and power from her host before hissing aloud two spells. “Arcane Artillery Platform. Void Domain.”

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