Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 313: B3: C103: Improbable Luck and Super Dungeons

“Yes, Isaiah?” she replied neutrally.

“Why is the meaty death machine of magic and mayhem equipped with giant boobs? Those weren’t there earlier.”

“Because I took a majority of control. And when I’m in control, our creation is a girl,” Para explained plainly. “And the ample additions are great for storing meat and fat for later consumption.”

Zarian slowly turned away and tried to ignore the two stiff hills behind him. Thankfully, the upper torso was encased in the hardest high quality material to protect the nuclear reactor, keeping it very well covered.

Still, Zarian noted other areas of changes in the kaiju: thinner waist, shapelier legs, flared hips, and everything else that added more femininity.

“Does it bother you?” Para asked, sounding uncertain.

“I’m suddenly reminded that my relationships have a lot of women involved, whether it’s for friendship or romance. It’s sometimes a little overwhelming,” Zarian said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “I guess it’s kind of nice that I have a solo man thing going on here. Just me and violence and dark magic acts that would make Gilbert’s God want to smite me. But that’s not really the case. You’re with me, too.”

“I can … try acting more masculine, if you prefer.”

“No. Don’t. Be what you prefer. Whatever I got going on, I’m a better person when you’re around. And you’re literally a part of my soul.”

“Well, I appreciate that sentiment. I also want you to know that I’ll gladly give you alone time as best as I can. Do not think it’s wrong for you to have some time away from me and others if you need it.”

“Para, you don’t really have to.”

“I want to if you need it.” Some humor entered Para’s voice. “Besides, it will only make you realize how much you miss me and want me around.”

Zarian laughed.

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He really lucked out by picking Para as his first skill choice.

Besides, a three-hundred-foot kaiju made of meat, gear, and runes was still a badass construct whether it had a masculine or feminine frame. After looking back to give Para’s chosen shape a final positive perusal, he faced around again and found the raccoon kid awake.

He had gray eyes, a small nose, and a lithe frame. He looked like someone’s sweetheart child who had gotten lost in the monstrous jungle and needed to be returned home. He was also dumbstruck by the size of Para’s encased monster boobs that were just hanging out behind Zarian.

Snapping his fingers in front of the kid’s face, Zarian drew the kid’s attention back down to the kaiju’s palm and the monolithic claws surrounding them.

The kid jolted, getting to his feet while conjuring an unidentifiable knife with a blur of movement. A raccoon tail appeared behind him along with other bestial features that made him more of a hybrid between human and his +15 shifter sign.

While the kid’s profile and magic remained a mystery to Zarian, the wizard felt the weight of hidden power inside the kid.

Zarian’s lion tail shifted slightly from around his waist while hidden under a plain shirt that he wore with some basic pants. No mask, but nobody was going to know his face, anyway.

“So, you’re going to stab me, or what?” Zarian asked after enough posturing.

The racoon kid’s eyes widened. “You’re the Dark Emperor!”

“What makes you think that? You’ve never met me. I’m just another contestant.”

The kid shook like a leaf. “Nobody’s been able to do what you did. You killed all those gold diggers. You turned the ground into a hellish pit. You summoned hundreds of hell monsters that ate the gold diggers! And that …”

The kid pointed up at the kaiju, specifically her face. “Nobody can command such a thing like you can!”

Zarian crossed his arms. “Still doesn’t prove me as the Dark Emperor. There’s 36 billion contestants. Or there were 36 billion. Don’t know who’s still involved after two weeks of this. But it stands to reason that the Dark Emperor is anywhere on these nine Super Worlds.”

Forced to consider the math, the kid lost some of his enthusiasm. But he remained steadfast. “You have to be the Dark Emperor.”

Zarian leaned forward. “What makes you so lucky?”

“I have … a mythical luck trait,” the kid mumbled.

Fuck!

No wonder Lion Prince was acting funky around this kid.

<Lion Prince (Level 77): You can assert your claim upon reality based on your point of view. This can shift causality in your favor. However, you must weigh the risks of chance, challenge, and change, which may lead to terrible odds. This part of the skill scales with Willpower. The tail itself scales with all of your stats plus a little more.>

It was weird that Lion Prince scaled with Willpower instead of Wonder, since Wonder had a luck attribute within the stat. However, Lion Prince was its most effective when Zarian acted with more will and aggression. If he wasn’t acting aggressively, other abilities that included chance or odds could influence Zarian’s Lion Prince.

It was surprising to discover another weakness to having the Lion Prince.

Now it was time to confirm things.

“What’s your name?” Zarian asked.

The raccoon kid dropped to his knees and bowed low. “I’m Slim Caper, age fifteen, orphan!”

Zarian grimaced a little. “What world? Why are you here? How?”

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“As you may know, I’m from the Behemoth Shifter System, born on a Cub World of Dragons.” Slim balled his hands into tight, trembling fists. “Everyone that I know lives under the cruel tyranny of dragons. I lived under them. I still do.”

“There’s always another dragon,” Zarian said softly before waving the kid to continue.

“I found a way to grow fast, very fast, three years ago. Then, when the Apocalypse of Darkness happened, I saw the weakness of the dragons and worked ever harder to grow faster.”

“Did that fast growth have anything to do with your class, Abyssal Knife?” Zarian asked.

“Originally, when I reached Level 10, I had Abyssal Rogue Orphan. Then at Level 40, I became an Abyssal Killer. I … had to kill a lot, and kill fast, and risk my life, no matter my luck.”

“I see. And you’re doing this to beat the tyrant dragons?”

“Yes! I’m still not strong enough to overthrow the dragons on my own yet, but when I was given the chance to join this tournament, I thought it could help me get stronger if I joined. Then the Dragoness spoke of you, and I felt you are the one I must seek most.”

“I’m just a contestant.”

“No, you’re not! It has to be you, milord. I sacrificed all of my treasures to the abyss so I could be lucky enough to meet you. It has to be you.”

“Luck is fickle, you know? Increased luck guarantees nothing. No better than a gamble of probability,” Zarian said softly.

“I have to make this work. I must! Because it’s either I become strong enough to beat the dragons or I die!” Slim shouted, baring his soul, his own conviction making him breathless.

Loosening his body, Zarian rested his hands on his hips and looked up. He watched thick clouds of man-melting steam rush over the barrier Para grasped in her kaiju hand. More steam parted from around the kaiju girl that was moving at incredible speeds.

He looked up at the high canopy of the clawing jungle trees in a world that was vastly alien and super. Around the entire world, billions of contestants battled each other or fought for survival. Further beyond this one Super World, eight others had billions more contestants, each of them with their own goals, hopes, fears, and dreams.

“Huh,” Zarian said. “Sometimes, I forget that even with all my power, there’s more out there. Countless people from all walks of life living their own stories filled with trials and tribulations. And regardless of all I’ve done and will do, not everything revolves around me. Yes, this tournament has been shaped by me, but my story isn’t the only one.”

Still knelt, Slim looked up with shaky hope in his wet silver eyes. “So, it’s true, isn’t it? You’re the Dark Emperor, aren’t you?”

Zarian chuckled. “Congrats, kid. You won the game. See you in the Final Round.”

“Huh. What?”

Slim disappeared with a snap and pop, a new notification taking his place.

<A contestant has beaten the Dark Emperor! There are now only 6 remaining positions for the Final Round.>

“Hm, how peculiar,” Para hummed.

“Do you disagree?” Zarian asked.

“No, I don’t. It was just an interesting conclusion to that situation. You could’ve held back from letting him win the game. Instead, you’ve sent him to the Final Round, right to the clutches of your evil sister.”

“The kid’s strong enough to get tested,” Zarian said. “Will he turn his back on his origins and take the power offered by Ariana? Or will he stay true and seek what I can give him? If he stays true, then I’ll have to arrange for a universe-to-universe visa and take him as mine.”

“So be it.” Para nodded her kaiju-sized head. “Your journey of self-discovery continues with minimal distraction other than myself.”

Zarian opened his mouth, but Para cut him off.

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s okay.”

Reconsidering his next words, Zarian noticed how the kaiju was stabilizing further. Para had required no sustenance for a longer period than usual.

He did another scan of the entire body and saw the runic magic was working out fine, with deviations and failures falling well within acceptable margins.

He turned from her and looked through the gap between her giant middle finger and index finger. The steam had grown thicker. Direct vision was impossible. And the magical properties in the steam dampened supernatural senses.

Still, Para moved at a consistent three hundred miles per hour while deftly stepping around the massive trees and their claw-tipped trunks. Her feet landed in clear patches between the clawing roots with no worry of tripping.

“Smooth. The kaiju is acting lighter on its feet,” Zarian said. “It’s better when you’re in full control, isn’t it?”

“Yes. My spell-casting will be reduced to being ineffectual. And you’ll lose my physical buff for you. But if I lean further into taking possession of the kaiju, I can tighten what you and I have already built,” Para explained.

“I’ll just have to go back to playing glass cannon wizard, but as long as I’m fast enough, I can survive without the physical buff from you.,” Zarian replied.

“Well, I won’t be able to innovate as well as you, but I’ll shore up inefficiencies and make this body tougher. Use me as your shield as much as you want. I can do that for you and use my curse magic.”

“Alright, the kaiju’s all yours. I had my fun with it. But most of my training needs to be done as a human anyway.”

Zarian looked down and pulled away the darkness from inside of Para’s kaiju body. He replaced the plain shirt and pants with a skin-tight dark suit made from One Percent Darkness.

With this, he was far outside of the boundaries of his alias. But he didn’t want to go back to being a Darkrun just yet.

Eh, fuck it.

“New identities?” Zarian offered. “The last ones got botched twice now. Maybe we should go with something that’s way too obvious to be real.”

“I’m listening,” Para said.

“I’m going with Leo the Battle Mage.” Zarian unwound his tail from around his waist, freeing it from the skin-tight suit of darkness as it wagged loosely behind him. The Intense Arcana Hat +3 appeared with a flash on his head. “Might as well use this sucker. I think the Super Dungeon ahead will warrant it.”

“Then I’ll be Medusa the Snake Titan.” Para transformed mid sentence.

Her claws grew longer on her already large fingers. The face shifted from monstrous fox interpretation to something akin to a woman with sharp jawlines, flexing fangs, and a bundle of monstrous serpents squirming about as hair. Then, behind her, one thick and giant tail wound back and forth with a massive snake’s head at the end. As a final touch, the outer layer of her hardened flesh shifted into scale-armor.

“You really like the snake theme, huh?” Zarian asked.

“I share a voracious appetite with the beasts. And I find them beautiful.”

“Noted.”

Para chuckled. “Thank you for putting up with my eccentricities.”

Zarian laughed. “Are you kidding me? I’m nothing but cosmic fuck ups wrapped in an eccentric attitude trying to hold it all together.”

“And you are still loved and cherished by me and many others … even if most of them aren’t manly.”

Zarian opened and closed his mouth. The fleet-footed thumps and roaring steam flowing over them filled the silence.

After failing to come up with something to say, Zarian changed subjects. “How disconnected are you? I’m getting calls for support from the shade spiders.”

“I can sense their calls through you a little, so it’s not a total disconnection. It’s just that my concentration is more in the kaiju now. I can cast a few spells if needed. But it won’t be optimal.”

“I’ll take care of it then.”

He had the hat back on. He was at full power except for the Darkrun Debuff. The Leo alias seemed flimsier, weaker than before, but it was enough to keep the major debuff going for training.

Through Void Paradise, Zarian shared his power at different battle fronts miles away.

With the clerics, he altered the landscape. With the paladins, he blessed them to hit with life-tearing sword cuts.

As he did that, Para grew more comfortable with her kaiju body, to where she even sped up. From three hundred miles per hour to three hundred twenty-five. Then to three hundred fifty. Soon, she reached four hundred miles per hour.

To Zarian’s accelerated mind, she still seemed like she was plodding along, which should be the case with a massive construct of muscle, bone, metal, and other legendary materials that was packed to the gill with competent rune magic. But to anyone lacking Zarian’s free evil +13, Intense Arcana Hat +3, and other mental enhancements, Para’s kaiju body was halfway over to breaking the speed of sound.

Four hundred and twenty-five.

Four hundred and fifty.

Five hundred miles per hour.

Zarian gave the kaiju multiple scans and saw that everything was mostly in working order. Nothing catastrophic broke down yet, which was frankly incredible.

Something so big, powerful, and fast that was reliant on a combination of abilities and resources shouldn’t be able to move like this. It didn’t seem possible in reality or even in the standard magic of the Star System.

Thankfully, they were in a big multiverse tournament, and barely anything was off limits.

Para kept going like greased lightning, regardless of the thickening steam, the reaching environmental claws, and the towering jungle trees that stood somewhere above two thousand feet or further beyond. She shifted and swayed, going slightly left and slightly right, avoiding the obstacles reaching out to her, all while keeping her impeccable foot-placement.

Would she have broken the sound barrier if she had a clear running lane?

Zarian wished he could see it. Instead, he watched Para break through the thick curtain of steam at long last. She launched off a cliff that was hundreds of thousands of feet above a deep gorge filled with claws that made the castle mountains back home look puny.

All of her momentum and weight sent her flying, and the both of them couldn’t help but whoop and cheer.

Then Para activated the rune magic to reduce gravity and providing thrust to help her fly. Zarian helped as well, creating and activating hundreds of gravity arrays in a tiny fraction of the time it would’ve taken last year.

Para’s catapult launch became smoother, with her sliding across the air awkwardly. She lacked proper aerodynamics, honestly. But no big deal.

“There!” Zarian pointed. “The hardest Super Dungeon we can find awaits.”

“And it looks hungry!” Para hissed, her giant snake tail thrashing left and right behind her.

Zarian slipped free from between her fingers and exited the barrier Para had maintained on her palm. He plowed straight through thick sheets of steam and humidity so heavy, he would’ve drowned if it wasn’t for his aura and sorcery pushing it all back. He cut straight through like a bullet while keeping ahead of Para, his tail flicking with excitement.

The Super Dungeon was responding to their presence.

The steam parted.

The land quaked, and the claws shifted aside, the entire gorge moving like an active tectonic fault was splitting the world apart.

Then a boar’s skull that was twenty thousand feet long and ten thousand feet wide rose from the steam. Its mouth filled with tusks and jagged teeth creaked open with a strident crack, revealing its desecrated throat where nothing but planar darkness existed.

Zarian dove, and Para followed behind him, going right down the boar skull’s throat where the darkness waited. Once they disappeared from view, the titanic skull snapped its jaws shut and dove back down into the thick steam blanketing the bottom of the massive gorge. The nearest mountain claws rumbled and quaked back into place before everything returned to being still and undisturbed.