Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 305: B3: C95: Avatars and Rotations 2

The Evil Gods and Good Gods erupted in the most non-violent way they could, shouting over each other with voices backed by divinity.

Zarian could even feel their magic try to invade the local parameters or subsystems of the Star System, maybe as an attempt to block the spread of freedom. Zarian wasn’t sure if that was necessary because he hardly believed Lucy could offer the choice in his stead.

“Oh, shit, I got the offer,” Turret said. “Could be better than being neutral. And it’s freedom, so fuck yeah!”

“I don’t know. Sounds like a scam,” Shield said.

“Rocket, what do you think?” Arty asked.

Rocket wasn’t paying attention. He was getting drowned under the invasive magic of the charming woman, and the others didn’t question that as the charm turned them away.

Zarian and Para were still keeping watch of that, but most of Zarian’s attention was on what Lucy had just done for him.

She took his blessing to be his representative and gave a grand offer at the biggest stage among the Lesser Worlds. But how was that possible?

Corruption, Para answered. To spread freedom is to corrupt the status quo. By giving your blessing to her, she’s in turn using the freedom alignment to corrupt, and by doing so, that is creating even further chaos.

Incredible.

Lucy was young, yes, but she was scarily great at playing godly politics. Now the entire tournament was getting thrown off its original axis.

Most of the gods were upset over that, except for a few who didn’t seem to care, such as Serveserf and Hisscreep, or the one who had bigger and badder plans, such as The Dragoness.

The Ultimate Queen stood to her feet and spread a shadow that reached everyone.

While all the gods stood at variable heights, some as tall as thirty feet like Killall, others more regular like Serveserf and Shadowfell, The Dragoness didn’t even pretend she was anything less than awe-inspiring and colossal.

She’d been sitting on a throne the whole time, too, while looming over the others. When she got to her massive feet, she stood ever taller, reaching a thousand feet in height.

And she didn’t look like Zarian’s not-so-little sister. Far from it, really.

Her face was more draconic, scaled, and filled with man-eating fangs and eyes that burned wrathfully with flickers of red and deep black. Horns upon horns upon horns grew and speared and curled from her head.

Adorning her body were heavy black metal pieces that would’ve normally been worn by knights. The plate armor was blown to titanic proportions while covered in spikes, studs, and razor edges, as if she would maul you with unrelenting and direct force without the need of dragon fire.

And in her claw-tipped hand was a giant sword lit with crackling dark flames, which made almost everyone, mortal and gods, shy away in fear that she would swing her blade and slaughter them all in one stroke. She evoked such dread that the Star System finally interjected, blue screens popping up everywhere around the city.

<Well, look at the time! In 1 minute and 59 seconds and counting, all 36,543,945,023 contestants from across the Lesser Worlds of the Star System, the Shifter System, the Gold System, and the Assimilator System will be transported to the First Round of the Carrowmore One Thousand Year Tournament!>

<From there, you will quickly learn the rules of the First Round and how you must survive and thrive to proceed to the Second Round. Before then, do look around you. The contestants who are nearest to you, or who you’ve gotten to know, have a 50/50 chance of joining your location in the First Round! Hopefully, you’ve garnered fruitful alliances if the odds are in your favor!>

<Oh, and one more thing–>

“Shut up and pause the timer,” The Dragoness demanded.

The Star System frizzed out.

“You cannot demand this event to stop just because you say so, especially one that is multiversal!” Lawkeep shouted, coming to the Star System’s defense.

I must admit, while he is on our naughty list, I will give Lawkeep credit for standing his ground, Para thought.

Zarian thought little of it as Lawkeep’s avatar turned into ash under the dark and hungry flames of The Dragoness’s breath. It happened in a split second, too, with no chance for Lawkeep to respond.

“That’s one!” Sinfeast laughed as other Good Gods tried to mount an attack.

The Dragoness snapped her tail and splattered the avatar of Purgehunt.

She flicked her sword and slashed Kingsblood in half, both parts burning up to a crisp.

She stomped on Purehome and flattened her like a crunchy bug.

The point of her sword turned toward Lovewar, but Shadowfell was already there, standing between her best friend and her sister-in-law.

“I have to fight or I’ll look like a coward,” Lovewar growled at Shadowfell.

“No, you don’t, and you won’t. Remember your priorities. The tournament comes first,” Shadowfell chided her friend, mollifying Lovewar’s anger.

Sword lowered, The Dragoness huffed, her malevolent eyes searching for more would-be enemies, but there were no more to be found. Hopeland and Serveserf had their hands up, surrendering to the raw might of The Dragoness.

To their fortune, the Ultimate Queen accepted their surrender.

On the other side, the Evil Gods cheered and jeered, Killall, Goldhound, and Sinfeast especially. They hushed up the moment The Dragoness’s baleful glare passed over them, but once the Ultimate Queen turned away, the miscreant Evil Gods continued to cheer again, but much more quietly.

Sickspread wasn’t the type to cheer. She stood aside and smiled creepily, and Hisscreep was already gone just like he’d promised.

With the violence over, many of the audience members were left stunned. Eventually, those of the evil alignment broke out into great cheer across the city, roaring, screeching, crying out in the name of The Dragoness.

Zarian suspected that many of them would turn down the freedom offer after seeing their greatest goddess dispatch some of the Good Gods so easily. They were avatars, so the deaths wouldn’t stick for real. But it was easy to imagine in a real fight, the same consequence would play out if anyone truly challenged The Dragoness openly.

“Did you pause the count down?” The Dragoness demanded toward the blue notifications.

<Y-yes, my lady,> the Star System replied, in a tone that seemed sniveling despite it being all text and blue boxes.

With an entire multiversal event put on pause, The Dragoness held everyone in suspense for a minute before speaking with a city-shaking declaration. “It would be boring if this tournament went on without a hitch. So, let’s add one more factor to the equation. Hidden among all thirty-six billion of you is the one behind the Darkrun Apocalypse, the man who has led to so much change and so much darkness in the Dark Era.”

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She had everyone wrapped around her claw tighter than the charming woman controlling the drop troopers. Even Zarian felt wrapped up in his sister’s games, and as she spoke the last words, he noticed her burning gaze looking straight at him.

Ariana picked him out despite the distance and the many obstacles in the way. Her draconic face split into a horrific smile as she spoke the next words that would make the tournament even crazier than it was already.

“Hidden among you is Dark Emperor Zarian Sainte-Darkrun. Find him. Beat him in a fight! Then I will bless you with never before seen power and grant you access to the Final Round. So you better hurry and hunt down the Dark Emperor!”

“That bastard is here hiding like a snake! Where is he? Why must he hide himself from my righteous power?!” Valin thundered, while hauling around more weapons than he could feasibly use.

“They say if you eat him, you can take his darkness and become a god instantly,” said the fuzzy, big-eared guy with the bat and cat features. “Forget the tournament. Getting to the Dark Emperor is the greatest prize.”

“The Dark Emperor will be strong. The higher you climb in the tournament, the more likely one will find the Dark Emperor. The most logical conclusion is to proceed as normal and defeat all enemies!” said the steampunk construct.

“You’ll find the Dark Emperor for me, won’t you, boys?” asked the charmer.

“We’ll find him for you, beautiful,” said Rocket, the other drop troopers agreeing.

Zarian kept his thoughts to himself as he listened to the pounding of his own heart.

The Dragoness, Ariana, had made an insane declaration that was bending the rules of the tournament regardless of how large the stage. He didn’t want to believe the Star System and other Systems would agree to that … but the madness kept going.

<The tournament parameters have been updated. To seek and beat Zarian Sainte-Darkrun will now present an opportunity to reach the Final Round automatically.>

<Because of the limited space in the Final Round, the tournament will skip to the Final Round if enough contestants beat the Dark Emperor.>

Hell fucking naw! It took everything in Zarian not to curse and shout aloud. We won’t let them get even one win on me, right, Para?

The fox tails wavered aggressively behind him, Para’s way of showing she was battle ready.

<Counting down from 15… 14… 13…>

“There’s a large chance that we’ll get transported together. So, if you want some grace from me, you should probably stop the brainwashing charm stuff,” Zarian said, turning to the charm woman. “It doesn’t mean we’ll be friends or teammates, but I won’t kill you if you stop right this instant.”

She didn’t respond. Not with words.

Instead, Rocket, Turret, Arty, Shield, Valin, the cat-bat guy, and even the steampunk construct turned as one to surround Zarian with overt aggression.

<1… Engaging Instant Multiverse Teleportation Warp for all contestants.>

<Beginning First Round!>

No diamond-light this time. The Star System pulled out all the stops with a power that made space and time squeeze and squeeze and squeeze before snapping from under Zarian and dropping him somewhere else with a pop.

He was no longer in an immaculate weapons shop with high-quality gear on a sale that would be considered a steal. He was no longer in Carrowmore, nor the Walled Continent, nor anywhere on the World of Castles and Caverns.

The air was thick and muggy.

Harsh beams of sunlight filtered through the thick green canopy above.

The wet ground slurped at his feet.

And there was a list of notifications waiting for him to address, but first, he had to snap his head out of the way of a maul charged with thunder and lightning.

He took two steps back and dodged the screaming pulse of magic rifle fire that wanted to riddle him with plasma holes. He heard the tense scream of steam pressure, and darted to his left as a gatling style attack ripped through the humid air with a rapid snare drum beat, tearing apart the thick foliage.

No matter who attacked, whether it was the man with the cat and bat features or Valin or the drop troopers, they couldn’t land a hit on him. It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head while able to find the tiniest gap to slip past them and keep on the move.

And throughout that, the invasive and mind-controlling magic that had already ensnared the others kept trying to get past Zarian’s defenses. And each attempt kept failing.

***

Madeline Allora was proud of herself.

To achieve a legendary quality class and become a Master Ranker at her young age was unheard of from her little backwater home, the World of Smoke and Snakes.

She hadn’t gotten the privilege of being fed by a silver spoon, either. She’d come from a lesser noble house, and she mostly had to lie, steal, sleep, and backstab her way through the twisted monarchy of her world to get to where she was now.

Of course, when she came across Rocket and his unusual party of armored mercenaries – and found their mental defenses lacking – she took control of him and his friends. She pulled Valin, Fong, and Defender 342 into her fold, as well.

Since they were so unwillfully unprepared to handle someone like her, it was best that they served her instead of someone else with magic abilities similar to hers.

How?

Well, Madeline, like any true Master Ranker, ensured all of her traits and skills made her powerful in one aspect that could dominate most encounters, charm magic.

Not even a construct like Defender 342 could deny the power of her charm. She had the necessary advancements to override the Willpower and defenses of something inhuman, and she still had room for more.

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Of course, she wasn’t so evil that she would throw their lives away needlessly. And she’d gotten a glimpse of Rocket’s features under that helmet of his and found him handsome enough.

He and his friends could serve as fun toys to alleviate the pressures that would come from taking part in a multiverse tournament.

Then Isaiah Skybreaker showed up and Madeline’s entire world got flipped upside down.

With his strong body, clad in white and blue, a face covered by a blue fox mask, and a broad back framed by nine large fluffy fox tails also colored blue, Madeline swore the moment she saw his approach she knew she must have him.

Then her charm magic met an unyielding wall, shocking her, because there were very few who could completely deny her magic. They could certainly resist it, which told Madeline enough that such a person wasn’t worth troubling, but to deny it outright was preposterous!

Unbelievable!

Then he not only ignored her during the godly lead up, he threatened her before the countdown finished.

Madeline hadn’t felt her blood boil so hot in a long time. So, she did what she knew best.

She turned her toys against the interloper while she stood back to watch the show as their surroundings changed, placing all of them in a steaming jungle.

The smirk on Madelin’s face dropped off a cliff as she watched Isaiah Skybreaker move like a gale force wind and strike with his bare hands.

He sent all the drop troopers flying off their feet one by one, their bodies crashing hard against the nearest trees. He struck at the Defender 342, deactivated its built-in weaponry somehow, and swept the large construct off its feet.

Then Isaiah clapped his hands and made it sound like an explosion directed at Fong. The fuzzy and wiry man screeched and fell to the floor, holding his bleeding ears, putting him out of the fight.

Valin struck down at Isaiah with the wrath of a thunder demigod and … got denied.

Madeline’s eyes widened as runic wards suddenly appeared on the ground along with arrays in the air. The wards weakened Valin’s attack before the arrays seemed to absorb the lightning and redirect their power into Isaiah’s body, as if siphoning off it.

Then, with one explosive punch, Zarian sent the heavy dvergr flying backward and crashing through multiple jungle trees.

With the last of her charmed toys defeated, Madeline threw herself on her knees, muddying her dress as she started crying.

She didn’t have to pretend much. She was deeply scared of Isaiah after witnessing how quickly he dispatched the others without her magic being able to affect him.

So she cried, blubbered, and begged.

“I’m sorry! I have to fight. I have to win. I have a sick little brother back home! And coming back as the winner of the tournament can help him get what he needs that no healer can heal!”

All lies, but that didn’t matter. As long as she believed it, she could delude herself and any truth-sensing magic.

He walked toward her with a strong and measured gait, showing no hesitation, no doubt, as if he was set on hurting her, or worse, killing her.

Switching tactics, she wiped at her tears and sniffled daintily as she tilted her head slightly and looked weak but available.

“Please, spare my life. You can … do what you must with me. Don’t worry. From my world, it is normal for the victor to enjoy his spoils. And I’m well versed in … pleasing whatever may run your fancy. Perhaps this can lead to a more fruitful relationship if you would have me? All you must do is give me a chance, please.”

She blinked her teary eyes while looking weak, available, and in need of him.

Granted, that last part wasn’t really hard. She could feel he was a man worth bedding underneath his fox outfit. She wouldn’t mind serving him and maybe finding a way to get past his defenses once he let his guard down.

Then she would take him as hers!

The man with the fox mask tilted his head as he looked down at her. “You have no idea how full my plate is. I have two main courses of freaky and crazy. A big side order of absolute elf. And I MIGHT have a bowl of seven-foot savage as dessert. There’s no room in my rotation for you.”

“What?” was the last word Madeline could say before a fist punched through her skull like a hammer through a watermelon.