Overpowered Wizard

“Woo, done, finally,” the alpha said, setting his feet down. He turned to face her decrepit form, his great cloak flapping majestically behind him.

He marched to her wretched face as she panted what could be her last breaths. Regardless of her declining condition, the alpha gave her a ruthless scolding.

“Ezda, you idiot. You are so incredibly stupid. You are like the stupidest creature ever.”

Ezda wished she was dead. No amount of pain could replace the shame she felt. Unfortunately and fortunately, death hadn’t claimed her yet.

And the alpha had more to say. “But it’s going to be okay. I have enough power to account for your genuinely amazing levels of stupidity. Now tilt your head up a little and swallow all of this, you big dumb-dumb.”

The alpha pulled out a mysterious platinum flask from his cloak’s pocket dimension. Then he moved from view as he entered her mouth, which forced Ezda to tilt her head back as instructed.

She tasted a sweet and reinvigorating liquid splash on her tongue. She automatically gulped it down while careful not to swallow her One True God of Absolute Killing.

If that were to happen, Ezda would truly die of embarrassment!

By the time the alpha exited Ezda’s mouth, she felt a bonfire of warmth course through her veins and muscles. The damages healed away rapidly while she gained a surplus of vitality.

Ezda’s life energy was still shaky, but being a Blood Brute came with the benefit of more life energy through the absorption of blood. With her vitality secured, her life stopped leaking away.

The alpha had saved her!

Ezda was in disbelief. Then she heard the mighty crashing and destruction of fortifications. The noises came from the direction of the citadel.

Sigma Elder Naomi moved about like a burning mountain falling from the starry cosmos. She splattered the final flesh giant. Then she turned her attention to the armored undead.

The mighty monster turned his spear into a hammer and swung it. The hammer landed on the sigma and deflected off as the sigma smashed herself against the armored undead, catching the monster off guard.

Every impact from the sigma smashing down on the armored undead resonated with a big, metallic, and crunchy noise. Ezda flattened her ears against her head because of how noisy it was when the sigma set her sights on destroying something.

That fight was the least of their concerns, honestly, because a giant trap was going to blow.

“My alpha, the lair is going to kill us!” Ezda warned.

“Yes, that’s what the lair intends. So if you want to stop that from happening, dance with me!” The alpha ordered.

The Blood Brute didn’t question him. Dancing was important for the blood rites, so she got to her paws and frolicked around.

It was still strange to move about in a festive manner at the heart of the deadly lair. It was even stranger when the alpha spiraled and danced under her, barely avoiding her giant paws from slamming down and crushing him.

His cloak formed many arms to swing about and add to their dance. Looking between her legs, Ezda found the sight marvelous. She liked how each limb of the cloak glowed and glimmered as they moved gracefully between her paws.

They danced and danced.

On the other side of the bridge, Sigma Elder Naomi grabbed the armored undead by the helmet. She screamed wrathfully as she smashed her forehead to its armored face and crumpled it, keeping the creature staggered.

Meanwhile, the deadly trap flashed with a blaring bright orange red all around the sunken citadel, about ready to blow. It seemed like the end was nigh, but then the alpha flipped into the air and stuck a dynamic landing on Ezda’s snout.

She froze in place as the alpha snapped his fingers above his head. The intricate, rune-heavy, and beautiful lacework of bluish webbing placed in spirals and whorls on the surrounding walls flashed an intense ultraviolet purple.

Ezda saw a bright light.

Then she saw darkness until her eyesight adjusted.

She saw a single purple bead hovering in the air above. The strange energies and dangerous threat posed by the citadel were all gone. Then the little gravity bead folded away through a wrinkle in the air, and nothing much else happened. �

“There,” the alpha said in weary satisfaction. “I folded the warp energy and doomsday blast into a singularity before throwing all that and the enemy spell arrays into the void. Originally, I was only going to disrupt the warp energy, but then I realized it was actually easier to get both since they were interconnected here. Or in other words, gravity magic is the motherfucking king in this bitch! So suck on that, ancient evil!”

The alpha pumped his fists up into the air. “I’m going to be the best nepo wizard ever!”

“Best nepo wizard!” Ezda barked gleefully, having no idea what the nepo part meant.

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The alpha lost his balance and fell off her snout. Ezda caught his cloak with her mouth and set him down gently.

A massive crashing sound and metallic hammering stole Ezda’s attention. She looked up and saw the sigma landing a big flying stomp on the armored undead, driving him into a deep crater.

The armored creature tried to get up anyway, so the sigma blasted upward then dove again. She struck another stomp even harder than the last. The entire sunken citadel shook and quaked, rubble falling loose everywhere.

Finally, the armored undead stayed down, which was incredible. That creature was a Master Ranker, and the sigma had won despite the level and rank disparity.

Sigma Elder Naomi, who Ezda had deemed to be the Chosen One of Absolute Killing, marched away from her defeated foe. She looked mighty and intimidating while covered in the green-blue flames of Aura Ignition. The remnants of old monsters lay dead behind her powerful body.

She crossed the bridge with a confident stride, but then her Aura Ignition sputtered out. She collapsed on her knees next to the alpha, who was laying down wearily. They were exhausted, leaving Ezda sitting tall as a giant sentry over them both.

Ezda was astounded that she was left okay despite causing quite a mess. She held back the urge to lick and nuzzle the small forms of her alpha and sigma.

This was not the time for affection, especially when the dark and heavy doors to the center of the citadel swung open with a groan. A horrifying force and some great foul magic vented out from between the doors as they came to a loud and heavy stop once they were wide open.

“My alpha, my sigma, you are both too exhausted for this fight. Allow me to take you away so you can rest and return anew,” Ezda urged.

“No,” the alpha said.

Ezda shut her mouth and prepared to throw her life away if the Lesser World Boss proved too much. The alpha had wasted a powerful vitality elixir on her. She was ready to make the ultimate sacrifice in return.

Then a most unexpected thing happened. As the Lesser World Boss slowly stalked from the foul depths of his inner sanctum, he called out to her, the gnoll.

“You know, Ezda, our lovely and passionate friend, Killall, is deeply hurt by your people’s betrayal? So hurt that Shadowfell came snooping around his place because she thought she could collect his tears. Can you believe that insanity? It’s so … sinful.”

That sickly sweet, effeminate, and horrid voice could only belong to one god.

Ezda had heard it once when she was younger, and back then she wished to never hear it ever again. But there he was, the Evil God that was known as the Sinful Wolf and Twisted Bastard, and he was fully present inside of the immensely powerful world boss.

Unbelievable.

The Lesser World Boss, a creature that could threaten vast populations, had called for the boons of an Evil God.

Worse yet, the world boss had given its body over to the god entirely, which could ultimately kill the world boss in the end. But that would grant the god even more means to unleash his power while acting in a Lesser World.

Until the world boss lost all of its life energy and died from the heavy boons, the god could do whatever he pleased. All he would have to do was to defeat the adventurers that roused him. Then he could exit the lair and murder, pillage, and rape across all the tribes and kingdoms of the Walled Continent!

Ezda was afraid again.

In her heart, she believed this to be an impossible fight. Everyone was doomed.

“We should run!” Ezda shouted.

She looked down and froze. She had to remember she was not addressing a mere mortal.

There was a deadly and cold rage wafting off of the alpha as he and the sigma stood up. The alpha looked with the utmost contempt at a god that was wearing a world boss as a meat suit.

“SINFEAST!” The alpha roared like a primal and wrathful beast. His cloak flapped violently behind him.

“Darkrun, my dear, dear honey! Come to daddy and give me a hug! Trust me, I’ll make it interesting for both of us!”

The Evil God laughed, flapping his leathery wings and waving his giant scaly tail. The many bestial arms and heads of the original Chimera Tyrant moved about like the squirming appendages of a centipede.

One head was more humanoid while dark red, bald, and armed with tusks jutting out from its thick jaw. This single head at the center of the patchwork body reminded Ezda of youngling stories about the long dead orcs.

Most of those youngling stories warned about a mythical and terrifying elf monster of ruthless good, the one known as Ruvaria the Genocider. It cautioned gnolls not to anger her, because she’d spared the gnoll race while making an example of the orcs many years ago.

That was the root reason gnolls were considerate of their own population and would avoid heavy wars that would kill too many humans. Or Ruvaria the Genocider would do unto them what she had done unto the orcs.

Yet one orc had survived.

But at what cost?

I’m truly at the whims of mythical forces. Ancient elf monsters! The last orc! Chimera world bosses! Sinful gods! How can one face such madness in such a brief span of time?!

Ezda felt overwhelmed. She froze as the powerful seduction and sickly sweetness of the Evil God permeated the surrounding air. She felt as if she wanted to be made one with Sinfeast, even if it meant she would get wolfed down as a fleshy and tormented delight.

Ezda doubted the sinful god really cared about her, which led to a somewhat clever idea from her free evil +1. Was Sinfeast’s true aim to consume the alpha? What would happen if the sinful god succeeded?

Alpha Elder Zarian and Sigma Elder Naomi didn’t give in to the sinful temptation. They didn’t even flinch or seemed affected. Instead, they looked at each other, nodded, and attacked.

Each other.

The alpha plunged his hand into her chest, ripped out her heart, and crushed it in his fist. The sigma punched through his head and sent gory chunks flying all about, some of which splattered on Ezda’s fore paws.

As the alpha fell over, his cloak formed into a scythe and struck down one last attack. The tip pierced the top of the sigma’s skull and ran straight through her head.

Then the sigma fell over and landed dead on the alpha’s headless corpse. The cloak lost its hard shape and luster, turning soft and pale white, no longer alive.

“What the fuck?” Sinfeast said from the middle of the bridge.

Ezda felt the same as she blinked down at the bodies in front of her paws. But she assumed her lesser intelligence and the sinful god’s foolishness couldn’t comprehend the grand and complex plans of the One True God and the Chosen One.

So Ezda nodded her big head as if everything were perfectly fine.

For this once, she was right as the alpha and sigma revived in a flash of divine light. Their bodies came out intact and well rested with all their energies replenished.

Ezda smiled, feeling bold.

“You should run, foolish god,” she said. “For you are puny and stupid, and you will be crushed like a bug by my alpha and sigma.”

“No,” said the sigma, taking a step back. “This is the alpha’s fight. All I ask is for him to leave me some scraps to get the achievements.”

Taking the correction with utmost grace, Ezda did the smartest thing she could. She shifted back to her regular gnoll form and dumped all the blood she’d used to grow. Back to being ten feet tall, Ezda huddled behind the sigma and stayed out of the way.

A second later, the One True God and Evil God Sinfeast struck at each other, and the sunken citadel became their victim as nothing but destruction came about.

Wait, not just destruction, Ezda thought, looking at the shifting pools of darkness. Is the alpha … going to unseal his true power again?