Zarian rubbed his hands as he checked his achievents. There weren’t that many, but he was more excited about the potential quality of those achievents. If they were as big as he was hoping, then things were going to get even more nuts.
Without even getting into the descriptions, the nas alone sounded impressive. Would he finally get so trait combiners and skill combiners? Did he even need those anymore with how Para could consu, alter, and apply changes to his own profile.
In fact, if the two of them were that self-sufficient, then the best thing would be pure raw stats or new abilities. Zarian wasn’t sure what he preferred just yet, but he would definitely take pure raw stats. That would make fighting next massively powerful foe easier.
He opened all of his achievents.
“Ah, another spread,” Zarian said.
“Um, milord, are you sure you wish for to see this?” asked Racella.
Para waved her off. “If you betray us, then you’ll beco a part of us. It’s not sothing we’re too worried about.”
Racella nodded.
A shockwave of aura thrust out of Zarian. The tables and chairs, all mythical, were knocked away. Platters of food flew through the air. Para collapsed to her hands and knees. Even though she scaled the most off of Willpower, that much Wonder in one go was a shock for her.
It had Zarian on the floor, flat on his back, until Racella scooped him up. Again, she reminded him of a taller and more full-figured version of her older sister, and Zarian’s increase in supernatural power, aura power, and faith gave him quite the ride. It took him a while to recover, blinking away the daze. ṙἈNộ𐌱ЁŠ
“I wish I could tell you what the quality is, but it’ll get blanked out by the System when I try,” Racella explained, helping Zarian back to his feet.
The wizard looked over at his daughter, who seed to exude a shinier crimson color. Her eyes glowed brighter. Wonder gave greater power, and all of that power was leaking out of both of them.
“That … was a trip,” Zarian said.
“Again,” Para replied.
Zarian braced himself as he checked the next.
Zarian imdiately unlocked so of his darkness and wrapped it around Para, the Parasite Phantom screaming. Even with Five Percent Darkness, Zarian struggled to contain the explosion of power blasting out of Para.
Heavy reverberations shook the entire restaurant and spread through the village. The Hashmalites were shouting and crying in terror. Children ran to their nearest family mbers or caretakers. The warriors ran quickly toward the source, and by that point, Zarian knew it was ti to jet out of there.
While keeping Para contained, he cast Void Paradise on himself and Racella. He took them away from the village and landed on a forest-based throne. Right in the middle of the continental size seat.
“Be careful, Racella!” Zarian shouted.
Thankfully, more Willpower for the wizard made him more in control of himself. But the sa couldn’t be said for Para, with how she scaled doubly off of Willpower and had a massively powerful body.
Racella ford a protective blue orb around herself and floated miles away. Then Zarian released the Five Percent Darkness Sphere from around Para. There was a sneaking suspicion that Para could’ve ripped her way out of it.
From the way she stood there nacingly, Zarian was a little concerned about how much stronger she was getting, if it t she would beco more wild. There was still seventy percent of her true berserk power locked away, after all. He could feel all fourteen master locks rattling, straining, being put to the test inside of Para’s body.
“Dad,” Para called.
“Yeah, kiddo?”
“I want … more power.”
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“Only if you’re a good girl.”
She smiled at him. “I will be. I promise. But that was … exhilarating. Onto the next?”
Sowhere inside Zarian, he was shedding a few tears. They were growing so fast, so quickly, and he knew where this course was taking them. But there was no stopping the crazy train now. They might as well ride it to the end.
“Let’s bang the rest out and suffer the consequences,” Zarian said.
“Yes! Let’s do it! Let’s grow faster! Harder! Let’s go!” Para laughed madly. She truly was his daughter.
With a nod, Zarian looked back and waved Racella away. The Dawn Veil Oracle flew back many miles.
Imdiately, Zarian threw all of his Free Points into Mysticism. He was going to need it as he burst with a more potent aura from the increase in Wonder. He clamped down on that thanks to his growth in Willpower, but Para wasn’t so willing to contain herself.
Her power shot up drastically from the increase in Willpower, Wonder, and Mysticism. For miles in every direction, phantom magic clawed and tore apart the forest throne. Then Para’s scream turned into a nuclear beam that sliced through the skies before she turned her destructive might down at the throne.
She obliterated the entire continental structure. Countless forest trees and the creatures that lived in them were immolated in a flash. Zarian shunted the notifications away as millions perished. The entire continental throne scattered away and collapsed from Para’s raw might. During that mont, Zarian saw an opportunity to push Para a little further before reining her back.
“Unlock Forty Percent Berserk,” Zarian said.
Para snapped her maddened gaze toward him. “Dad! I think I can beat you. I think I’m the strongest and greatest. Maybe you should be the skill and I be the one who is fully realized. Maybe I’m ultra!”
“Oh, yeah?” Zarian cocked his head to the side with a smile as he floated in the air across from her. “Maybe you can show later. Let fix up so things and work on the spells first, huh?”
Para huffed and puffed with rage and madness. It was taking all of her concentration not to attack him. She folded all four of her arms, wrapped her tail around her waist, and floated in the lotus pose. Closing her eyes, she focused on her breathing and containing her berserk nature.
“I’m losing myself. The rage. The power. It’s almost too much. For a mont there … I really wanted to beat you and eat you. Maybe I could. Maybe that’s my destiny.” Para huffed. “Or maybe I’m deluding myself. Or you’re letting be deluded.”
“It is a little amusing, to be honest,” Zarian said.
Para shook her head. “You’re playing a dangerous ga, Zarian Sainte-Darkrun.”
Hearing his whole na like that made him laugh. He didn’t even bother to respond. This was the type of life he was ant for, and there was nothing else to it. No guts, no glory. But Zarian had to admit their ti was short. He could feel it. All of that explosive power display would attract attention fast.
“I think I can power through this next part fast, can’t I?” Zarian asked.
He checked his alignnt growth.
Oh yeah, he could do a lot with that.
Zarian checked his new traits.
Those were so fancy descriptions, but he was really paying more attention to the hard buffs. He was going to squeeze more out of that juice for sure. Now onto the new skill advancents.
Zarian summoned the bombastic hat, and it landed on his head as a wide, floofy, and absolutely garish thing. It glowed with intense green, blue, and white magic, with a brim that was far wider than a sombrero.
“Oh, I’m going to be even more obnoxious with this.” He laughed.
Para growled in his direction.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re going through your teenage years. It’s normal that you want to hate . I’m not sure about the cannibalizing your own dad part, but I’m not really hip with the teenagers these days.”
Para growled so more.
Zarian shook his head, and his big bombastic sombrero flowed and flopped with the motion. Other than the bombastic hat, he liked the additional scaling in Force of Sorcery 3, and the ability to double cast instantly with Spell Tower Body 1 was so broken, he felt like he was cheating more and more.
His stats were unfair.
Willpower: 6767 Base (65,978 Buffed)
Strength: 974 Base (2,922 Buffed)
Agility: 2100 Base (5,250 Buffed)
Wonder: 5938 Base (43,050 Buffed)
Mysticism: 5154 (78,599 Buffed)
Free Points: 0
Base Stats: 20,933
Buffed Stats: 195,799
Zarian turned and located Racella. Without having to ask, she opened up to him, granting Storyteller Predator access to her knowledge. He shared with her his new stats, and her shocked reaction plus her knowledge told him plenty.
He was far, far, far beyond Master Rankers usually at their peak. He was far beyond the usual Champion Ranker.
“Now, last but not least.”
“Oh, that’s just wicked. Too bad I don’t have much room in my alpha skills.”
With a shrug, Zarian finally turned his focus to the next fun part. Combining spells manually. With all of his new growth and acquisition of an even bigger and fancier wizard hat, he was finding the ordeal relaxing.
He even had all his grimoires out. Black floated ominously while its soul chains rattled, its pages spread to him. Gator snapped its teeth at scrambling Morphs. And Void orbited around and around.
“Dad, do you need ?” Para asked.
Zarian waved her off. “Go on and blow off so steam.”
Para blasted out of there imdiately and went straight for the poor creature who drew her attention. With her gone, Racella floated down and kept the Dark Emperor company. She had to close her eyes, though, as Zarian rewrote sections of his grimoires with a flurry of runes, diagrams, and wicked tales that would drive most mad.
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