Overpowered Wizard

Zarian and Para felt an immense amount of aura drain away faster than ever before. The wizard clenched his jaw and endured as he held tight to Morph and Aura Slayer.

Para let out a soft squeal, forced to drop the Arcane Artillery Platform. She put all of her focus on maintaining Void Domain, affecting only a few dozen feet of surrounding air space.

Even then, the dynamic duo nearly lost everything as Zarian finished casting Big Bad Polymorphs on the titanic and ever-hungry Crucifying Storm Tower.

<Big Bad Polymorphs (Mythical): You want to go all out, huh? Okay, fine, cast this spell and crash out. If the outrageous cost isn’t enough to stop you, just know that the outcome from using this spell will be so ridiculous and bad it might weigh on your consciousness for a long time. It’ll certainly lead to something horrific. But you don’t care. You just want results. Behold the consequences of your actions. Scales with Mysticism and Wonder.>

There was a point where the amount of aura pouring out of Zarian strained his Aura Mastery and Aura Magnificence. He dumped so much he lost vitality from the ordeal.

His vision shook. He heard the rapid drumming of his overstressed heart in his ears. Everything was out of whack for him.

Para yanked at his attention through their connection, snapping him out of his daze. He did what the spell description said and ‘beheld’ the results of his latest crash out choice.

“Dear Gilbert’s God,” Zarian said, eyes widening. “What have we created?”

Morph made squeaky burp sounds as if to mock the wizard. Zarian paid the unruly grimoire little mind as Crucifying Storm Tower finished its transformation.

It was no longer a mere legendary spell. Instead, it was another nightmarish creature of the Infinita Star System, which Zarian identified as the Undead Elemental Polymorph, a Level 155 Corpse Stormer.

By the virtue of that name alone, most adventurers and monsters would run. The boss rankers kept flying forward, uncaring of the newly formed monstrosity.

To be fair to them, the polymorph wasn’t a Master Ranker. But it had a massive half-a-mile long arm that it swung with such speed and force, it created multiple tornados from the sheer movement and magic.

The gnarled and rotten hand, which was the size of a small stadium at the end of the swinging arm, swatted one of the boss rankers down with an explosive impact.

The boss struck the marshes like a meteorite. The hard landing blew down swamp temples hundreds of feet of the crash.

Seeing that first strike, Zarian figured the immense polymorph had enough stats and power to get past the rank issue. It damn sure looked like it as Zarian examined the Corpse Stormer’s entire appearance.

It was a towering three-mile tall mass of corpses fused with lightning, frost, death, and gravity magic. It had the silhouette of a mummified humanoid with extra limbs when looked at from a distance.

Its legs were fused together while covered in a roaring funnel of destruction ripping at the ground below. Multiple arms of different lengths swung about at different lopsided heights. Its lumpy head, which was made of thousands of skulls, moved in circles at the top of the storm funnel.

Between all of that was a chest that was a patchwork fusion of over a thousand corpses. There were so many gaping, oddly sized holes in its chest that someone with trypophobia would have nightmares from seeing all of that.

“That’s one big ugly motherfucker you created, Morph!” Naomi yelled over the roaring winds and thunderous frost lightning.

The creepy crawly grimoire squealed with pride.

Zarian was about to say something when the titanic polymorph showed off its magic.

A pulse of death-fused gravity blasted outward in a shockwave that traveled for miles. Frost lightning chains lashed out similarly to the former Crucifying Storm Tower, but with greater heft, speed, and accuracy. ʀÁɴo͍ʙЕ𐌔

Then the Corpse Stormer opened its chest, all of its many holes gaping wider with a thunderous crack, and inhaled with an immense suction to draw its victims closer.

Every power it unleashed served a simple purpose – bringing all life into its deathly embrace. And that included Zarian, Para, and Naomi.

The polymorph behemoth was not on their side.

Zarian roared as he pushed his limited aura and his incomplete wizard studies against the green-purple wave of death and gravity. He blocked off the gravity portion to stop him and Naomi from getting yanked toward the Corpse Stormer.

And he endured the death magic with his own body.

His Divine Revival Charm kicked in with its anti-death protective measures. With that in his soul, he bent the nearest flow of death magic toward him to absorb it and crush it, saving Naomi’s limited life energy.

“Do we fight it and the boss rankers!” Naomi shouted, her giant fist cocked back as the death-gravity wave passed over everything else.

Zarian wasn’t sure as the surrounding area roared with peak destruction.

Ancient temples, swamped gardens, underwater mausoleums, and many types of monsters outside of the event ended up ripped up into the air along with countless gallons of water. Everything the death-gravity wave touched got yanked toward the Corpse Stormer, and if it was alive, it was dying on its way toward a horrific collision course.

“It’s swinging those giant chains our way!” Naomi pointed out.

Zarian chuckled sardonically.

A contracting wall of gravitational destruction enclosed them as chains and powerful suction funnels made it harder to maneuver around the titanic polymorph. It was clear that they either moved forward and faced the polymorph head on or get caught by something to the sides.

Each choice had nothing but downsides.

And Zarian’s aura was close to depletion.

It’s time to retreat, Para sent on the network.

Zarian agreed, turning and flying into Naomi’s chest.

She was still twenty feet tall, unfortunately, so the next maneuver would cost his nearly depleted aura a lot more than he’d like to spend.

But there was a part of Zarian that found it a little exhilarating, even if frightening, because he hadn’t pushed his wizardry this close to the edge in a while.

He had a smile on his face as he latched on to anything grabbable on Naomi’s ripped up bodysuit as Para cast Void Waltz.

They barely made it out in time as a giant frost-lightning chain with a fifty-foot nail swung at them, which missed by a hairbreadth.

Even through the void, the nightmarish power of the Corpse Stormer followed them. Frost, lightning, and death-cursed gravity winds billowing over them for a moment. Then all traces of the polymorph’s power petered out as all things would in the void.

Silence reigned. Nothing but Zarian, Para, Naomi, the grimoires, and the void creatures existed here. Then the void peeled away, Para cancelling all magic before they bottomed out.

The wizard and the cultivator tumbled through the air ungracefully. The sky and mountainous ground flipped over and over from their view point.

Zarian didn’t bother using any aura or magic to stop himself from the hard landing with his name on it. Naomi, however, had different plans.

She righted herself mid air with a torque of her body and a pulse of psychic force. She swooped in fast with her long arms, snatching up and hugging Zarian like he was a stuffed animal.

Then they crashed into the face of a castle mountain.

Naomi plowed straight through all obstacles with her backside first, protecting Zarian with all of her body curled around him, even if it was unnecessary.

Still, the wizard appreciated the gesture. He also enjoyed the rough ride.

Weathered stone walls, cracked columns, sunken stone floors, and cavernous halls behind tons of mountainous rock had a crash course with reality. The backside of the Tempering Cultivator was nearly unstoppable when she was in motion, especially at high velocities.

Eventually, she crashed through enough obstacles to slow her down. She landed somewhere beneath the surface with a cascade of debris following in her wake.

They struck an underground lake. Crystalline and aura-rich water rushed over Zarian’s body, feeling so cool and nice that it was almost too abrupt.

Some of it went down the wrong pipe, but he was too powerful to get bothered by that.

He still felt a little disoriented while wrung out from having dumped so much aura. Thankfully, Naomi still had a hold of him, and she remained aware enough.

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There was a sudden pulse of motion. More things crashed into the water with them. It took a second for Zarian to realize at least a quarter of a mountain side was sliding down the same hole Naomi had created.

The cultivator was using her Psychokinesis +3 to propel herself like a submarine away from the rock fall. Once they reached the other side of the underground lake, she stood to her very tall height.

Zarian remained in her arms, held up against her chest like a wet child.

He didn’t mind the treatment, especially since they were far from danger and he could relax. All of his grimoires hovered or scrambled around his body. His tail dangled over the side of Naomi’s arm with Aura Slayer held by the tip.

The giant cat woman strode toward a dry and safe corner with shimmering crystals filled with condensed aura. They were Aura Crystals, to be exact. Those were rare in rarity and extremely valuable.

Zarian summoned a few spectral spiders to go collect them. Then he put them out of mind as Naomi sat her large self down on a shelf of rock while still holding onto Zarian like he was her child.

“I think we’re safe,” he said, lounging in place.

“Maybe.” Her cat-like eyes turned down to focus on him.

Her ears twitched this way and that. Then she looked up where the last portion of the mountainous stone waterfall entered the once pristine lake.

The enriching waters clouded over with dust and dirt as the new hole shone with the twin suns into the dirtied cavern lake, which was a shame to see, honestly.

“No, seriously, we’re safe,” Zarian insisted.

“Uh huh,” she said dryly.

“Para took us far, far south, back within the Grimrock Castle Mountains.”

Zarian used his tail to pass Aura Slayer to a lazing strand of the parasite kilt. With a single touch, Para sent the overly large and sharpened wand back into their pocket dimension.

Zarian continued. “While that thing back there was scary and Level 155 … it’s got no void magic. It couldn’t follow us.”

“I felt it try to pull us with a lot of magical weight, sir,” Naomi said, her tail flicking aggressively from behind her. “I can’t believe a spell from Morph can make something like that.”

The creepy crawly grimoire spat and burped rudely while sashaying on top of the wizard’s chest. Zarian flicked his tail and smacked his tuft on the grimoire’s cover before dismissing him and the others.

Instead of trying to convince Naomi to calm down, he waited. He noted her Half Ignition was gone, so she was maintaining her size and her battle alert nature through sheer grit and effort.

Eventually, after half an hour passed, Naomi had to power down. Her tranquil recovery from her harmonious meditation skill turned out more potent than Zarian realized, because staying twenty feet tall was an aura guzzler move.

Nonetheless, the Corpse Stormer wasn’t their problem anymore. That was a problem for the Harrowing Mist Isles and the monsters there to deal with.

“Huh? When was the last time we performed a tactical retreat?” Naomi stretched and twisted about with slow, methodical motions while standing on a rock ledge hanging over the lake.

The damages to her body suit revealed a lot of skin underneath. At the very least, the hole in the middle of her chest had fixed itself enough to cover the important bits.

Zarian still ended up looking at the obvious cleavage gap as Naomi bent forward to touch her toes.

“We never really had to retreat.” Zarian sat on a modest, high-backed chair made from the parasite kilt.

He tossed up and down a small Aura Crystal shard that a spectral spider had given him. Every time the shard landed back in his palm, Para’s hunger aura took a bite from the condensed energy inside the crystal.

There was so much of the stuff, Zarian could easily recharge himself if he swept his aura over a fraction of the discovery. He refrained, of course. He had enough Mysticism to recover on his own and the Aura Crystals were hella valuable.

Most were epic quality with a few giant versions that were as tall as a one story building. The big ones were legendary in quality. Those contained a lot of condensed aura. More than even Zarian needed.

Naomi slowly straightened her body. She pointed at the crystal shard in his hand. “That’s supposed to be something important?”

Zarian smiled. “Oh … it’s very important. Hannah has mentioned she’d run into issues with her golem projects because of their aura-intense nature. She could only use so many recharge enchantments before that led to other complications or outright burnout.”

Zarian waved the crystal around. “These can solve that problem for her. Maybe not perpetually. But if her golems had condensed sources of aura for emergency cases when their recharge enchantments aren’t enough … yeah … this is going to be great for her projects.”

Naomi squinted at him. She smirked a little. “It’s also great for when you do big bad wizardry stuff and need some extra juice.”

“That’s what your ignition is for.”

“You drained my Half Ignition and caused it to fail.”

Zarian jerked in his seat, shocked.

Para spoke through the serpent’s head at the waist of his kilt. “She’s right. The Big Bad Polymorph was an immense spell that drained more aura than any magic we’ve ever cast before. That would explain how the Undead Elemental Polymorph came to be as a Level 155 Corpse Stormer. We not only created a unique brand of monster … we created one with an overly powerful class.”

“The class was legendary,” Zarian said, in agreement. “Not mythical, thankfully, but we both know legendary can still carry.”

“Yup,” Naomi grunted.

Zarian wondered if Morph was something he should pay more attention to going forward. After all, Morph had come from a special achievement.

Zarian remembered the exact one – Greater Boon Avatar Domination (Divine). The Star System had rewarded that one for raking Sinfeast across the dark-enhanced void back at the Chimera Tyrant Lair.

“Huh, so Morph coming from a divine achievement actually fits,” Zarian said. “He’s a powerful grimoire. And there are new spells to learn in his screwed up pages.”

“And you thought little of our precious grimoire when he first came to be,” Para said, chuckling. “That’s okay. I knew he would prove you wrong with his true power.”

Naomi laughed along with Para.

Zarian frowned a little.

Well, he supposed he deserved the ribbing. He hadn’t taken Morph seriously beyond trick plays or to serve as an extra damage modifier.

Now he’d seen for himself that Morph was a mighty grimoire with serious implications.

I’ll give him some praise. But not too much. Morph already has an ego.

Zarian kept the ball rolling.

“Well, we got to see how capable we are. We took down monsters forty levels above us. Not master rankers, sure, but that’s freaking crazy. Great job with stacking as many buffs as you can, Naomi. And good work in handling some tough wizardry without too much of my input, Para. We can’t unravel into each other like before, but I think we’ll be alright going forward.”

“Yes, I agree. We still share a space in your head. We don’t need much more than that,” Para said.

Zarian nodded stiffly. He couldn’t hide all of his worry. Para didn’t mention it. She didn’t have to.

Naomi picked it up with her psychic feelers or by reading the room.

“Para was helping you with Overwhelming Darkness. Now that there’s more of a separation, you’re going to have to carry more of that burden on your own, huh?”

Naomi walked over and sat on his armrest. She reached under the brim of his wizard hat and combed her fingers through his nappy hair. It might be time for her to take care of that again.

Zarian hummed calmly as he looked up at Naomi, his eyes meeting hers. “Before we head back to reunite with the others, I need to test Overwhelming Darkness.”

“Wanna go kill your Frankenstein’d creation with it?” Naomi suggested.

Should he?

Or should he let it rampage?

No, no, no … that’s how you create another Jack scenario.

Zarian grimaced. “I should go clean that up once we recover fully.”

“If nobody else does it.” Naomi kept combing her fingers through his hair, her nails scratching lightly into his scalp. “But if something kills off that thing for us … how about you lay your big, bad darkness on my Second Ignition?”

Zarian’s eyes fluttered from the feeling of Naomi’s caresses. He didn’t respond until half a minute later.

“It’s going to be dangerous … I’ve blown up in power. Overwhelming Darkness will have grown more unruly from that, too. I don’t know if the levels in control are enough for a sparring scenario.”

“I know. But I want to see more of you. From all perspectives … even from the other side of the line.” There was a thrilled and hungry humor in her voice. Her nails scratched a little harder, a little rougher, but only a little. “Maybe … maybe … my Second Ignition can take on your Two Percent Power. Or … more.”

Ridiculous.

Dangerous.

Irresponsible.

Zarian should shoot down the idea. Yet, he let some insane humor creep into his voice as well.

“You better watch it, Naomi Washington. You’re playing with forces beyond your mortal comprehension.”

“Fine by me, oh Zarian Sainte-Darkrun, son of ultra gods. I’ll go walking into the endless darkness if you’re there.”

“Need me to hold your hand?”

“Sure, you can hold one of them. My other hand might be busy elsewhere.”

“It does get dark. I suppose you need to feel around.”

“Yeah, I’ll feel around alright.”

Zarian laughed. He raised a hand and grasped Naomi’s forearm, stopping her scratches. He wanted to shove her away playfully. He hadn’t planned to pull her down to him, yet he did it anyway.

Instead of pulling away, Naomi smoothly slid into place, as if she belonged on top of him. She sat with her side leaning against his chest, one leg folded across his lap. She wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and got comfortable after tilting his hat so the wide brim wasn’t in her face.

“So, are we in agreement?” Naomi asked.

Zarian didn’t respond. His blood was rushing. He felt hot. The post battle weariness vanished suddenly. He felt energized.

“Let’s look over our notifications together, eh?” Zarian asked slowly. “Before we make any major decisions.”

Naomi rubbed one foot along Zarian’s shin. She spoke with a straight face, all humor gone, yet there was a glint of something … primal … in her eyes. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

Zarian nodded. “Hey, Star System, can you merge the notifications for us both and make a nice show of it?”

Golden boxes appeared above their heads. It looked nice with the backdrop of a crystal-covered cavern, although Zarian wished the hole in the ceiling wasn’t there and the lake was clear of debris.

I know who can fix that.

On a whim, he summoned some more spectral spiders. They scurried over to the hole in the ceiling and covered it up with webbing. The cavern darkened. The crystals shone with their natural and aura-condensed power.

The spiders also cast webbed gravity arrays on the water, moving debris and dirt to the lake’s shores. They beautified the place, and Naomi seemed to respond to that favorably.

She snuggled closer to Zarian.

His heart drummed louder, and his blood rushed faster. He felt hotter and hotter.

“Mm, the results are interesting,” Para said, trying to redirect Zarian and Naomi’s attention.

“Yeah, the results,” Zarian said.

“Exactly. That stuff,” Naomi said.

They were looking into each other’s eyes. Zarian forcibly broke eye contact first to see the gains.

Naomi kept looking into his face for a while longer until she finally turned about, rotating slowly, before scooting her backside further into his lap.

Zarian concentrated on the gains with all of his Willpower.

Para vanished like a ghost after seeing the gains first, closing the door to her side in their shared mental space. She also left a faint impression upon her exit.

Two thumbs up.

Thus, Zarian found himself on his own for the first time in a while.

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