Overpowered Wizard

Their rune cart and possession of oddities traveled closer to the edge of the Blood Prairies, where the beasts became more cunning, and the monsters became more haunting. Yet, there were few creatures of the prairies as terrifying as Naomi.

She took it upon herself to be the chief trainer and night guard, which she was a natural fit for. She was the least likely to get weary because of her high stat points in Strength and Agility, making her the most physically competent without buffs.

Zarian rewarded her by dropping a big rock on her at night for her to lift and carry. Sometimes, the rock would be the size of a small barracks building or much larger. Loner would have to take over driving the rune cart while Naomi was on the ground with her latest training implement.

Each of these wonderful gifts from Zarian had arcane webbing covering their surfaces that spelled out a runic array. When the spell array flashed bright violet purple, gravity magic raised the rock’s weight until it was close to crushing her.

Only then was it perfect for her.

She only trained that way for half an hour straight, three to four times a night at random, while still keeping a lookout for Zarian as he cultivated during the night. Eventually, Loner learned to be the primary cart driver at night regardless of Naomi lifting something huge and incredibly heavy or not.

Without fail, Naomi outlasted each big rock they found and came out a little disappointed. Then she sadistically took out some of her frustrations about being too strong on the other three Floridians after breakfast.

The way she pressed her will upon Bianca, Gilbert, and Hannah would scare most adventurers or outright kill them, as if she was crushing bugs under her heel. But her fellow Floridians stayed committed all the way no matter the pain.

Hell, some of them gave in to the insanity. They embraced the suck. Or, in other words, they completely snapped!

“Hit me, Bianca! Just hit me!” Gilbert roared.

His legendary armor had deep scorch marks and cuts and half-melted breaks it struggled to self-repair. Even the shield, one of the most advanced defensive crafts Hannah had made, looked worse for wear.

He looked bad, too. Red in the face. Bloodied and bruised.

Gilbert had enough juice in the tank to heal himself quickly. But he learned through trial and error, through blood and sweat, that it was better to stay battered and bruised and maintain that state of suffering. This was optimal for strengthening his abilities with buffs.

Suffering and sacrifice was Gilbert’s nature, so he embraced that as he yelled at Bianca.

“I’m God’s realest soldier! I’m out here with the villains and the false idols, with the dragons and the witches! I’m out here putting in the work! So don’t hold back on me! If you care for me, you will hit me with everything and watch me rise, rise, and motherfucking rise again!”

Bianca came to a complete stop.

Something unnatural and powerful rippled through the air. Something so unfathomably deep and shocking, it nearly matched the power of Metatron’s good +7.

It was hard to grasp. It was fleeting, almost coy. It was there and not there. But it was like the first crack of a bullet nobody expected, snapping Zarian out of his focused studying and aura training. Para froze up and turned rigid, with the Grimoire of Weird Morphs crying in the grasp of her many hands. Ɍ

Zarian felt a strange sensation.

Uncanny nervousness.

Naomi said it the best in a few words. “Yo, Bianca, chill, don’t kill him.”

“I hear you, Gilbert. I feel you. We are connecting right now and it’s beautiful. I won’t turn away from what you are expressing. So I will give you everything with love.”

The way Bianca spoke with a chilling and kind voice had Zarian covered in goosebumps. Para shivered all down the length of her cloak.

Zarian, Para said through their mental link. I think our understanding of free good was wrong. What if it’s not weaker than traditional good because it’s more free and harder to grasp? What if it’s stronger than traditional good because it’s harder to grasp because free good must come from a place that’s the pinnacle of goodness itself?

“That’s fucked,” Zarian mumbled.

Bianca became a supernova of power and light that blinded everyone. Most of that supercharged and explosive light flashed forward over Gilbert and burned his eyes out of his skull and dried up his exposed skin to the point of making it crack and flake. He barely had any time to heal when Bianca crossed the distance.

With one sword strike, she sent him skipping across the ground like a stone across a lake’s surface.

By the time Gilbert somehow got his feet under him and landed with a heavy skid that drew too long furrows behind him, Bianca had already moved all the way behind him and struck him again, but this time twice. The first one sent him flying again, then she dashed after him and struck him again while he was already mid-flight and careening around.

Zarian was tracking everything through his Aura Mastery, but even that was hard. Bianca’s brightness and intense free good +5 power burned at his Aura Mastery and made it extremely difficult to perceive what was happening.

This was more intense than when Zarian had fought her when she was traditionally good +5, but then again Bianca had grown and developed herself for half a year since then. She was way better now, and Gilbert had done the dumbest and bravest thing of getting Bianca to truly tap into the power of free good +5 all the way.

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Fuck, does that mean she’s like itty bitty Tier 4, maybe just behind Naomi, but only when she can reliably get good +5 to work for her? Zarian thought, trying to keep track of the hurricane and destructive beat down that Bianca dished out on poor, poor Gilbert.

At some point, Bianca became more creative and did something she hadn’t shown before. She conjured a solid light wall to stop Gilbert from flying off.

The man had one saving grace. He struck the wall back first, allowing him to hold up his battered shield toward trouble.

Bianca reappeared in front of him with another flashy supernova step. Her intense solar swords brightened and warped the air with so much heat and power, little electrical charges crawled over her arms from the mystical high energy friction from their sheer intense existence.

Bianca brought her swords up.

Zarian looked at Naomi.

She braced herself.

Zarian held back from intervening and winced. Para gave him an impression of worry for Gilbert, but she held back as well.

“Damn,” Hannah mumbled, as she stopped in the middle of her project and stood to watch Bianca unleash a torrent of strikes like a minigun.

Bianca attacked with so much speed, so much intensity, so much power that for a second Zarian wondered if Gilbert was dead. Zarian knew Gilbert wasn’t. He could perceive that. But the shock factor was as high as the blinding light and shooting sparks rising like a geyser into the sky from Bianca’s rampage.

And she was smiling.

With affection and love.

As if she was giving her best family member a gift that came purely from the heart.

Finally, Naomi jumped in. She swung her arm and sent a massive pulse of psychic force down at Bianca.

Naomi’s eyes widened as Bianca turned and sliced straight through the psychic wave before it landed with a huge, earth-rumbling slam like a giant’s hand had struck down. Bianca stood serene and unaffected.

Naomi engaged all the way and threw a punch at Bianca’s chest, but then the darndest thing happened. Bianca’s free good +5 disappeared with a wink.

It was by the grace of something divine, most likely Bianca’s high Wonder, that Naomi pulled back at the last second. She only struck Bianca hard enough to send her skipping through red grass patches, sparse fields of wildflowers, a few wild hedges, and into some wild statues covered in vines.

Naomi let out a huff. She turned to Gilbert.

“You good?” she asked.

“I already told you. I’m God’s realest soldier.” Gilbert struggled to push back to his feet. “I’m good. I’m hella good. And I can keep doing this shit all day.”

He looked terrible. But he was alive. He still had some fight in him.

“Nice.”

Naomi kicked Gilbert in the same direction where she punched Bianca toward. Gilbert crashed and rolled and tumbled. He thrashed to a stop in a miserable heap, staggered back to his feet, and turned to see Bianca dragging her feet toward him.

“Continue,” Naomi said.

Bianca moved around again at a much, much slower speed to take Gilbert’s flank. Gilbert moved even slower as he tried to turn and raise his screwed up and tarnished shield to intercept Bianca.

Naomi jumped in and caught Bianca off guard with a punch to her side. She kicked Gilbert behind his leg. Then she pushed her foot against his back and sent him flying once more, but this time straight into Bianca.

The both of them crashed into a dilapidated tower in a wide courtyard covered in red grass blades. It came tumbling down on top of them in a roaring heap.

“Don’t stop, keep fighting,” Naomi ordered.

There was no movement at first. Then Gilbert rose out of the rubble with a roar. He held Bianca by the collar of her breastplate and jumped into the air before swinging her around overhead for a slam that formed a crater beneath them.

Naomi threw a spike into Gilbert’s head, but that didn’t stop him from raging. He lifted Bianca up again and slammed her down. Then he did it again and again to return some of the many hits he’d taken.

Bianca flagged, Gilbert kept slamming her into the crater, making it deeper, and Naomi held back, allowing Gilbert to get his revenge. When he finally lifted Bianca out of the crater, he shield-bashed and punched Bianca through low-lying walls, wild hedges, and patches of red grass.

He took her from field to courtyard, from castle walls to stony treelines, and back. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Naomi allowed Gilbert to have an even bigger advantage by letting Slip jump in.

That saddened the Sleipnir a little. He liked Bianca. But the eight-legged horse and his rider still jumped the shit out of the Light Princess.

Bianca took it all with a bloody smile and a serene spirit. Her free good +5 had dimmed again, acting unreliably as usual, but what she’d shown when fighting at peak power had left a mark on the rest of the party, especially Gilbert.

Zarian let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Para relaxed a little at a time. That was the scariest version of Bianca they’d seen yet.

It was much scarier than Bianca when she had good +5. Bianca with free good +5 at its peak felt like facing serenity, love, and nirvana forged together into the sharpest and fastest blade.

What would happen if Bianca could do that with free good +6? Free good +7? Or beyond?

Scary.

And awesome.

Zarian felt giddy.

He adjusted his assessment of Bianca. She was the definition of a wild card. Her baseline was high Tier 3. That could change to baby Tier 4 with the right trigger.

Now let’s get back to where we left off, Para, Zarian thought.

Yes, Zarian! Para thought in return.

Above the brutal sparring, the sky turned dark, violent, twisting into turmoil. Angry mystic lighting forked with dark flashes. Sudden thunder claps blared above like bombs going off.

Water vapors condensed and formed blocky dark clouds. Hurricane winds blew about like banshees on the prowl. Hail fell, some as big as softballs and melons, which added to the troublesome training down below.

Zarian and Para battled each other constantly with their diverging auras. Zarian leaned more and more into his dark mystic aura and conjurations. Para leaned more and more into her devouring aura and predatory tactics.

Zarian bent the elements faster and faster. He formed more lightning bolts. He blasted out more thunder claps. He sent howling twisters. One, two, three, sometimes even four at once.

Yet, Para kept hounding him like a determined huntress, an apex predator, a monster of hunger and super intelligence. She snuffed the lightning. She quieted the thunder. She unraveled the twisters.

As Zarian created, Para destroyed. As Zarian bent the elements to his Aura Mastery creativity, Para wiped away the elements with her Aura Mastery hunger. Then Para took a bite out of his aura before getting shoved back and having to work for her food again.

The game turned even more chaotic. The sky twisted with a malevolent and dark fury that most wizards or adventurers couldn’t truly appreciate. Then things got … freaky. Zarian’s thunderbolts came out more wild, with dark sparks of flame spitting across the sky like fireworks.

He turned the storm above into multiple high category storms that roared as a dozen funnels formed around him. More flames spat out of nowhere, sometimes joining with the wind vortexes from the sheer friction and magical chaos Zarian caused just to hold back Para’s monstrous nature.

It was a hell of an intense game.

But it didn’t seem that way when looking closely at the two at the center of all the mystical chaos and wild weather phenomena. Zarian and Para held grimoires in their hands, the wizard using his natural own limbs while the cloak had formed multiple from her material. They were studying and learning from the spell pages while causing mini cataclysms that would’ve wiped out the city of Central Bramblevale with enough time and a couple of sweeps around.

Even more astounding was how they battled against each other’s auras, studied complex wizardry from their grimoires, AND kept Hannah under constant pressure while in terror of having her profile invaded and her aura eaten from the inside out.