Overpowered Wizard

Zarian’s entire body was on fire, the enjoyable kind. His mind was lit like a cluster of stars. He hadn’t eaten breakfast on purpose, allowing the unreasonable hunger to build up inside of him.

It was a new tool for him to test and explore.

For most of his life, Zarian’s hunger had tired him, hurt him, and made his development as a person difficult. When he was in the Marines, he’d eaten as quickly and as much as he could. He’d wanted to make up for the years of lack.

He’d loved the chow hall for letting him eat as much as he wanted, which became a regrettable loss when the Marines kicked him out.

For the first time in his life, Zarian chose to weaponize his hunger. He sharpened it with a combination of Tranquil Mind and Adrenaline Jolt. He benefited significantly from the Level 0 skills because of his rare aura traits, channeler and manipulation.

Adrenaline Jolt needed more attention because it scaled with his Agility stat, which was much lower than his Willpower that Tranquil Mind scaled with. That was no problem. He tweaked the balance between the two Level 0 skills to get the right amount.

Once perfected, Zarian felt like he was greased lightning on the edge of a sharpened knife. He had clarity and intensity supporting his Fractured Mind, going further than what most people would think was possible for someone who should be broken.

He could observe and act toward things with more ingenuity and snappiness than ever before.

He was zooming hardcore.

Hence why he daringly flew around thick branches and the stony trunks of towered trees like a death-seeking daredevil. He kept funneling power into the twin jets of darkness blasting from his feet with enough force to make the wind roar around him.

Bianca’s screams quieted until they went into another curvy, spiraling, seemingly impossible flight maneuver a jet fighter might find troubling.

They weren’t moving at jet speeds, of course.

Not yet, at least.

At some point, Zarian let go of the exhilarating flight thrills and softened up the ride, for Bianca’s sake.

Para’s tendrils unraveled from around Bianca while they went on a slow dive. Zarian waited for gravity to pull Bianca down into his arms, catching her shivering body.

From there, they entered a stable flight, the Parasite Cloak spreading wide into leathery wings with a bony frame, almost similar to a dragon-shaped glider.

Zarian provided the thrust with jets of darkness from his legs. He readjusted the levels of his tranquility and adrenaline until he was in the perfect heightened state of calm.

“Zarian, we’re flying,” Bianca said in between hiccups, face covered in tears and snot. “And it doesn’t feel scary anymore.”

“My bad, I was riding on all sorts of highs,” Zarian said, ignoring the brightness of the aging morning. He tried to consider the view from Bianca’s point.

The forest dirt and cobble floor was a hundred feet below them. Their flight took them through leafy gaps between tall and thick tree branches or around the stone-covered bark of towered trees.

When they moved clear of a forest line, they soared a little higher and watched uneven hillocks of fortresses, courtyard fields of wildflowers, and unkempt gardens roll underneath them.

“So this is what Lois feels in Superman’s arms, except it’s the evil Superman,” Bianca said, sniffling. “It’s kinda fun when it’s not scary.”

Zarian smiled from under the darkness of his hood.

With his arms exposed while holding onto the do-gooder, it took more effort to shroud himself in darkness and keep out the sunlight. Still, the effort was worth Bianca’s enjoyment and curiosity.

“Also, why did you pick me?” Bianca asked. “Is it really for laser cannons?”

“That, and I want to see if I can push you to get a new trait and more levels. I think outside of me, you have the potential to deliver the most damage to a large group of enemies.”

“No way! Naomi’s so tough and fierce, and her Mind Spike +1 can affect multiple targets now. Gilbert can heal while fighting, and he endures damage that’ll kill me. Hannah’s got her new toys, and she’s super, super smart.”

Bianca fidgeted with her hands. “Isn’t that okay that I’m just flashy? The others can do more than me. I’m not that smart, either. And you’re all better than me. I just want to support you guys.”

Zarian’s smile turned fiercer. “As the one person who can probably hurt me as much as Naomi or more, I can’t accept that for you. I can envision you doing great things, Bianca.”

“Even when I’m good, and you’re evil?”

“Who else is going to balance me out? Absolute power without checks corrupts absolutely. I’ll probably do evil things here and there, but I do have to think thrice because of you. I don’t want my actions to hurt you unless I have no choice, and if that comes to be, you’ll be there to make me own up to it.”

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“Nobody ever cared about my opinions so much before,” Bianca murmured. “I’m too dumb for that.”

“Yet, you’re one of the bravest people I’ve seen. Braver than some Marines I used to know.” Zarian tensed a little. “Whoever kept saying you’re dumb doesn’t understand that people think in different ways. They can go fuck themselves.”

They left it at that.

They flew for hours. The suns crawled across the sky. The landscape shifted from thick, verdant forests, to hills, to fields of castle parts, and to everything intermingled in a natural chaos that was stunning.

Then, finally, they heard a howl, a commotion worthy of their time. They found the thing Zarian was looking for by going into the northern parts of Bramble Wolf Forest.

They found wulvers.

Zarian used Identify and explained to Bianca everything he saw.

<Forest Wulver, Monster, Level 36 Claw Ravager, Best Alpha Skill: Scary Howl>

<Forest Wulver, Monster, Level 37 Prey Tracker, Best Alpha Skill: Hunt Rush>

<Forest Wulver, Monster, Level 38 Crazed Battler, Best Alpha Skill: Battle Frenzy>

The wulvers looked like gnolls, but more wolfish than hyena-like. They ran swiftly on all fours while having humanoid arms and digitigrade legs, which they used to their advantage to fight upright like most humanoids.

The wulvers were smaller than gnolls, standing a little less than six feet, which was around Zarian’s height when upright. But they had a frenzied savageness to them that was monstrous, merciless, and terrible for the forest creatures that lived here.

The wulvers were attacking dire wolves. The dire wolves looked like the blown-up versions of the usual canines, reaching up to six feet at their shoulders. Despite the size difference, the wulvers were tearing apart the dire wolves.

<Dire Wolf, Beast, Level 24 Pack Hunter, Best Alpha Skill: Acute Smell>

<Dire Wolf, Beast, Level 25 Pack Defender, Best Alpha Skill: Harden Flesh>

<Dire Wolf, Beast, Level 25 Pack Howler, Best Alpha Skill: Sonic Bark>

There was a ten-level difference between the two sides. Worst yet, the wulvers were the aggressors. The pack of dire wolves fought to defend a hillock of broken fortresses covered in bushes and small, rooty trees.

Zarian stayed in the sky, soaring in a circle. He made it rain spectral spiders who used their translucent threads like parachutes.

While the stealthy paratroopers made their landing, Bianca pointed out something that summed up the battle fairly well.

A dire wolf pup poked its head out from a stone window at the top of the hillock. The dire pup cried out in fright as another adult dire wolf collapsed to the ground because of its heavy wounds.

The monstrous wulvers looked like they were getting closer to eradicating the dire wolves completely. First with the adults. Then they would wipe out the pups.

“It’s evil!” Bianca declared.

“It might be a natural part of the forest,” Zarian said, before realizing he was wrong. His Fractured Mind went in a different direction based on the context of Bianca’s declaration. “Oh, you’re feeling out their evil alignment.”

Zarian didn’t notice evil overtly. He was evil, so the evil alignment felt natural to him. Bianca, however, noticed right away.

“Yeah, the wulvers are evil! And the dire wolves are neutral. This isn’t a natural battle. And look, the monsters are having fun hurting the dire wolves even when they can’t fight anymore! Zarian, we have to go now!”

It was more ideal to watch the battle proceed and strike in the aftermath. The spectral spiders could take their time laying traps and binding the monsters. Bianca would be safer that way since the wulvers were mid to high 30s in level and a great danger to her.

Besides, having to mitigate damage to the dire wolves complicated everything, especially when Bianca’s best skill affected a wide range. Going down now wasn’t the most optimal choice.

“Okay, let’s go,” Zarian said, throwing the smart thing aside.

He’d brought Bianca here to grow. He refused to block her progress even if she was being a happy-go-lucky do-gooder.

He had enough power to make up for that.

The Parasite Cloak folded, and they dropped from the sky at bomb diving speeds. Bianca didn’t cry at all. She tensed up in his arms, ready for the fight, searing light gathering in her palms.

She left her sword sheathed in the weapon belt they’d taken off the soldiers. She must’ve known her melee fighting would do her no good against ferocious monsters ten levels above her.

Zarian’s hunger peaked as his cloak spread wide, killing the momentum of their drop and casting a deep shadow on the hillock combatants. From the darkness under his widespread cloak, a hundred dark bolts flew out and struck over a dozen wulvers.

The monsters cried out as the flesh-pulping, bone-breaking, and painful hits knocked them down. Just like that, Zarian halted their momentum and ceased the eradication of the dire wolves.

Now it was time to let Bianca play.

Zarian landed with Bianca on the line between the invasive wulvers and the pack of dire wolves. He placed Bianca down on a cleared stone block. He could already feel her aura roil aggressively.

She was pushing her Searing Flash Array to its limit.

Meanwhile, Zarian turned away and looked at the bloodied and hurt dire wolves.

They looked back at him warily. Some growled, bearing fangs. He ignored their threats and used Para’s tendrils to grab one of their wounded. He carefully moved the wounded dire wolf up to the higher shelf of fortified stone the pack was was defending.

They’d been forced to retreat up to the entrance where their young pups hid, which worked out well for Zarian and Bianca. The Outsiders had higher ground here, at least above the invasive wulvers.

The dire wolf pack watched without attacking him, showing some intelligence. They stopped growling, and Bianca fired her biggest flash yet.

The daylight didn’t matter. In fact, it contributed to Bianca’s power. Her flash scorched the fur and flesh of six wulvers standing in a lane in front of her.

The other wulvers to the left and right of Bianca’s torrent of searing light suffered peripheral damage and were blinded. Bianca had a stroke of luck on the positioning, too, because nothing but invasive wulvers and corpses remained in front of her ferocious attack.

The wulvers howled, tripped backward, or swung their claws in a frenzy. The ones most affected rolled and tumbled with smoking fur and flesh, clawing at themselves savagely.

A few others howled with magic in their voices, piercing into Zarian’s mind and making him freeze up, becoming more vulnerable to counterattacks. Abilities that affected the mind directly, like Naomi’s, were a reminder to Zarian that he had his own list of vulnerabilities.

For now, at least.