Overpowered Wizard-Chapter B4 Ch54: Godmode

“Ladies. Gentlemen. And those who don’t subscribe to either. I want you all to know that we don’t have to resort to violence.” Zarian stood in the dry, windy air, the desert wavering underneath like rippling gold.

A portion of his attention stayed on Hannah and Gilbert while they pushed to Level 200 at long last. More of his attention was spread throughout the Greater Realm. He still kept a close eye on the dark stain that certainly harbored Para. Then there were the five angels hovering in the air in front of him that he watched with his naked eyes.

All a little over Level 300. Paragons. But far more troublesome than any Paragon Zarian had ever faced.

This might get dangerous for me, Zarian thought in the deepest depths of his consciousness, under layers of mental protection.

“We will make this quick. Submit to our will,” said the lead angel, the most feminine one. She looked like feathered sheets draped over a woman, the ends flapping in the wind, accentuating her shape.

Zarian knew better. Anyone who took a peek under those sheets would lose their eyes and some. The other four were a range of esoteric to biblically accurate: one was a gathering of bobbing lights, another was made of melted crowns, then there was a titanic man covered in holes, and finally a creature made of three giant baby heads fused at the back with their eyes filled with arrow heads.

“I find it funny that the angels are scarier to look at compared to devils,” Bianca said, flapping aloft beside Zarian.

Zarian made the tactical decision to look Bianca up and down. There were more changes than just how she appeared on the outside. Inwardly, she was diverging from her humanity. She’d gained some traits that were more inhuman than anyone else’s outside Zarian and Foodie, changing Bianca even before she advanced her class.

It’s a combination of factors with this one. Her free good is the highest in the universe. She comes across as more of a literal angel. And if it weren’t for me, she probably would’ve been some Chosen One.

Or maybe she would’ve been a monster like Jack.

“Submit to our will and hand over the gifted child,” the draped-over angel demanded, more of her attention splitting to Bianca.

Perfect.

“Why must I submit? I’m powerleveling my disciples to help save the universe. We’re going to stop The Dragoness and whatever’s happening in God Land,” Zarian said.

“You are the center of all our woes, Darkrun. To amend for your sins, you must submit and be used by the heavens. Then order will be restored and the Dark Era will end.” The draped-over angel approached slowly. The others backed her.

Before they drew further into Zarian’s personal bubble, Bianca placed herself in front of him. The angels hesitated a little until the one made of melted crowns made a metallic laugh. It reminded Zarian of the late Kingsblood. Were the angels acting like free-ranging thugs because the gods were entangled in God Land? Zarian could sense a bit of the truth because of their proximity.

They were afraid.

“I’m being sincere,” he said. “We share the same enemy. She’s a danger to us all, and I’m working my way toward her. Slow me down, and you’ll doom us all for certain.”

“Then show your sincerity by helping us kill the Parasite Princess,” Draped-Over demanded – that was her nickname now.

Zarian heard Bianca click her tongue. He knew where she stood regarding this.

Shaking his head, Zarian made his decision. “We’re not helping you against one of our own. And I’m not submitting.”

The first attack came from the angels, but it was Bianca who landed first, second, third, fourth, and fifth. The gray-scale magic spread until the entire area and further across the planet became gray, white, and black. Thin, blade-shape towers carved across the sky and the roiling sands, each connecting with an angel and driving them far backward before Bianca’s attacks crumbled or the angels broke free.

Draped-Over only suffered a scratch, but the other four were bleeding. The cuts didn’t heal.

Opposite of the angels, thousands of simple and complex wards fragmented from soaking the angel’s initial assault. Zarian tracked the lump-sum of aura and personal divinity that flowed into Bianca from that first exchange. Things were positive.

Out of everybody, she was the easiest conduit for him, his easiest disciple. Bianca took to serving as his sword so well that their thematic and elemental differences generated further power, not less.

Been a while since I’ve played support wizard. Zarian smiled, tail flicking, as he followed Bianca like a shadow. She remained the center of their gray-scale habitat as the angels converged for another attack.

The bobbing lights flashed, and the trypophobia titan howled. The melted crowns dipped their liquid essence onto the arrows sticking out of the baby-headed angel. Their attacks were myriad, and they ran in different planes of reality.

Sorcery circles spun behind and to the flanks of Zarian and Bianca. Multiple spells oozed out from the abyss, gunking up the attacks coming from the outer planes and the layers in between. The air ripped, and gunked-up arrows and screams came out despite Zarian’s efforts. Bianca’s sword arm moved too fast to track, and she hacked through the remains of the assault like a weed-wacker.

Draped-Over seized her moment by unveiling herself, forcing Zarian to close his eyes to be on the safe-side. He wasn’t fast enough to shut down his alternate perception and felt a punishment coursing through his mind.

Nope. He used Meta Unravelment to cheat his way out of that. He was about to use it to help Bianca when he realized she’d already slashed away her own eyes, ears, and nose. The disfigurement shocked him, then that shock became anger.

Unlock Thirty Percent Darkness.

Let There Be Light.

Because they were opposites, Zarian struggled to use Bianca’s powers, and Bianca had to morph her own abilities to use his powers. It didn’t work out well when they tried to copy each other while separate.

It worked out tremendously when they took inspiration from each other and merged their powers, especially with Zarian footing the fuel and expertise. Bianca just had to be Bianca, lending herself to him like a trusty sword.

Or in this regard, a focused black-light laser that was one of their more devastating combo-moves scaled up. Draped-Over dodged it by scant inches, and so did a few others, the exception being the trypophobia titan.

To spare the planet, Bianca and Zarian focused their attack as one beam curving up into space. It was still a big, fuck-all beam with a dimension as wide as Mount Everest being tall. The titanic angel was large, but not that large, and became the first to be annihilated.

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The fervor picked up from there. Tens of thousands of arrows slid in and out of reality and various dimensions. A decree came crashing down, demanding to debuff and shackle all offensive powers, as if subjected to the tyranny of an unstoppable monarchy.

Multiple mini-suns appeared, each starting off as large as cities, but they rapidly grew while surrounding Bianca and Zarian from every direction, scorching all tangible connections to darkness and whatever was darker than that in this dimension and the next over. Then there was Draped-Over, who Zarian couldn’t perceive in any matter that was too direct, the unidentifiable threat riding the wave of heavenly wrath to crash upon them.

They wouldn’t kill Zarian. Each attempt would seal him instead. But they could give it their all to attempt at Bianca’s life.

The fools, the lot of them.

Zarian used another one of his trump cards. A combination of sorcery, system magic, and one spell called Sacrifice of the Abyss. What sacrifice? Thirty Percent Darkness. Not a permanent sacrifice, but significant nonetheless.

The target?

Bianca.

The next thing Zarian knew, he was covered in light so bright that for a moment he was scared that he would get annihilated. This sort of light felt like a child of the origins of everything coming to exist after the first eruption, the first creation of the endless fire and brightness. And it – she – had him at a huge disadvantage.

The annihilation didn’t come. Only devotion, like that of a close family who was gracing his existence. Her light swooped around him gently, cocooning him, keeping him safe. He watched from a bubble as an unfathomable creature comparable to a goddess stood in the center of the light that shone beyond all other light in this unworthy realm.

Bianca ate the multiple giant suns that tried and failed to outshine her. She turned to slag all the cupid arrows in this dimension, in the dimensions next door, and further into the outer planes. She easily shrugged off the monarch’s decree and scared away the next assault from Draped-Over.

As that happened, Zarian put everything into supporting her mortal soul instead of letting it collapse. He spun sorceries to speed up his mind and gather aura – the undertaking of keeping Bianca alive was equal to putting her on godmode without the proper hardware and software, which still had Level 300 angels screaming in fear. So, Zarian burned up from the effort, and keeping her fed was draining, too, far more than anything he, Ruvaria, and Foodie had worked on.

But damn, was it beautiful, as the angels met their end one by one.

First, the baby heads, each separated before being atomized. Then the bobbing lights. They were plucked like grapes and consumed ravenously. She melted the Kingsblood wannabe with her disdain before finally walking up to Draped-Over. She was going to stomp on the angel.

“I SURRENDER!” The angel screamed as she burned in Bianca’s presence, not yet dead.

Bianca stopped, and Zarian did the hard part of reversing the changes. He suffered the backlash for her, his mind flash-frying, his profile and magic tweaking out, but he rode the lightning for breaking the rules. He might’ve been screaming.

Ultra God or not, rewriting the laws of the universe while trying to avoid a permanent loss was like wrestling fate naked in the molten center of a star. With no hands or feet. It was by far the most pain he’d ever suffered in a while, but to not suffer would lose him his greatest conduit, Bianca.

It’s … a good thing … Hannah doesn’t need that much from me, Zarian thought sluggishly, flitting in and out of consciousness while in Bianca’s arms.

His vitality helped him recover decently until he could see past the daze, physically and magically. He would’ve celebrated seeing Bianca still alive and stronger than ever, but the situation had changed drastically. Much of the desert world was glassed. Hannah and Gilbert hadn’t arrived yet from the other side of the world, and Draped-Over was gone.

Para licked her lips after she’d finished eating the angel. Behind her, Slim stood. He was a disciplined little guy, his posture fierce and loyal as he waited in Para’s shadow.

With a smile, Para reached back and tousled the racoon boy’s hair, her tail curled affectionately around his waist. She was keeping him unharmed while in the glassed wasteland, so it wasn’t too surprising to see Para doting on the kid.

It still took Zarian a few seconds to absorb that.

“You’re lucky I can’t push Slim any harder than I am already,” Para said. “I would’ve left you all behind with how fast I can grow.”

“Forgive me for my slowness, mistress. My body is yours if you wish it!” The sycophant snapped a deep bow.

Para’s lips flitted into a larger smile. She patted the kid on his head and told him to rise. “Tempting, tempting, my disciple is always so tempting.” She glanced slyly toward Zarian and Bianca. “It’s more than temptation, by the way.”

“Stop,” Zarian croaked.

Para didn’t. “You can eat them for permanent power! Grow them. Push them to be their absolute best. And once they can’t go any further, take them. This goes beyond what I do, of course. This is baked into the discipleship.”

Zarian frowned. Just like many esoteric powers that belonged to the few Ultra Gods out there, the darker parts of discipleship weren’t immediately apparent. Also, Zarian doubted he could have a discipleship going like this without being apparent of what was on the table, even if it wasn’t explicitly stated. Deep down, he knew if he planned to consume his disciples at the end of their growth, their discipleship would break. They could also leave it. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Was that why Foodie took bites of Naomi? Because she’s nibbling on what could be devoured for our own gain?

“Are you okay with this kid?” Zarian asked Slim, standing after Bianca dropped him.

“By my knife or not, I’ll have my revenge. My goddess will see to it.” Slim’s devotion was unquestionable.

“She won’t,” Bianca said.

“I won’t what?” Para’s smile dimmed.

“You won’t eat him. He’ll grow on you. Like a … a son. Your own son. You’ll love him, reconnect with your more caring side, and calm down. Then we’ll be a family again.” Bianca tilted her head. “Want to bet on it, mami?”

Para hissed. “I just wanted to get a snack and say hello.”

Slim looked dead into Bianca’s eyes from his much, much shorter height. “We’ll be right behind you, our knives and teeth to your back, all the way to God Land. Don’t slow down.”

“Very good, my precious and scrumptious disciple! Your goddess loves an eloquent threat!” Para cackled evilly and scooped the boy up into a merry hug. He lost his hard edge and squirmed at the overt affection.

Above them, Foodie punched through the atmosphere and came down at mach speeds, but Para was already gone with her disciple before Foodie landed with a megaton of force. Zarian watched the explosion part around him without him doing anything – Bianca remained his sword even after culling some angels.

Once the destruction settled down, Hannah and Gilbert arrived.

“What we missed?” Gilbert asked.

Zarian held up a finger. “Wait for it.”

Five minutes later, Naomi crash landed at a slower and less destructive speed compared to Foodie. It wasn’t her fault. She was traversing space mostly by herself that time.

After she dug herself out of her crater, she took her spot next to her mistress.

“What I missed?” she grunted.

“Seems like whatever’s happening in God Land has the angels acting like bandits. They’re also afraid of Para’s growth. Makes sense. She has a disciple now. Also, I’ve successfully pushed Bianca into godmode and kept her soul from imploding,” Zarian said.

Their lack of reactions spoke of how normal all of this was to them even though taking a mortal into godmode had only been a theory so far, the musings of grand wizards and sorcerers like Zarian and Ruvaria.

“I ate an angel!” Bianca chirped. “Very much like fried chicken.”

“False angel,” Gilbert muttered as Naomi jumped up and gave Bianca a high-five.

Both Foodie and Hannah looked on in envy. It probably didn’t help that they were all looking up at her now. Bianca was officially their tallest, standing over Foodie now.

“Also, I think Bianca’s shedding her humanity faster than everyone else.” Zarian scratched the side of his face. “Her soul’s becoming more godly.”

“Because of you, Zarian?” Hannah asked.

“The rate of her increase in godliness is partially because of me, but the rate is still higher than everybody else other than Foodie’s personal ascension. I think that’s where a lot of Bianca’s talent comes from. Not from being a god, but her potential to become one. It’s much higher than it should be. And that potential holds serious weight.”

“I can probably become an Ultra Goddess pretty fast if I keep going like this, hm?” Bianca suggested. “Better watch out, or I’ll start bullying you guys! Playfully, of course.”

Hannah and Naomi narrowed their eyes, their envy sparking off in little magical ways. Foodie growled a little, as if she felt a little threatened by a mortal with high potential. To be fair, Foodie was an Ultra Goddess with super training wheels and no powerful bloodline skills, so the threat was more real than most.

Zarian chuckled. Bianca’s painting a target on her back to help motivate the others.

She was scary clever.

But no matter how talented she was, that didn’t take away from the others. What would happen when Zarian lent godmode to Hannah or Gilbert?

What would happen if he went over Thirty Percent Darkness with them? Or for himself? He could achieve more now. There just hadn’t been a reason for it yet.

“Yo, boss, are we ready to move on?” Gilbert asked like a man who made it his business to avoid overt cattiness.

Zarian shrugged casually. “Yeah, sure, let’s become Champion Rankers. Been waiting for, hm, three decades.”