Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 318: B3: C108: Ruvaria’s Family Drama

Ruvaria sighed, her voice easily audible as the surrounding area lost their hustle and bustle.

Now they were all tensed, bracing themselves, sensing what they couldn’t sense, likely being nudged by the Star System, as if they were mere children that needed the extra protection.

It wasn’t long ago, at least from Ruvaria’s perspective, when she would’ve found such weakness in these pathetic and orc-cursed mongrels offensive to her old sensibilities. Back then, she would’ve killed the weakest with a snap of her fingers and torture the survivors.

All for the sake of absolute good.

Thankfully, she was a bit more enlightened these days.

Something that nobody else could see other than Ruvaria made the air shimmer near the grandest tower.

“Seal,” Ruvaria said, folding the invisible angel that was more eldritch than heavenly.

It was normally imperceptible to most senses. Or it would’ve been if Ruvaria hadn’t developed a ward that warned of such. Then all she had to do was find the right angle to pack away the civilization-destroying creature.

The angel crumpled into the seal without a sound, without even stirring much of a breeze. The citizens remained unaware, and Ruvaria returned to her walk.

She nearly stopped when she realized she was patrolling around like a common guard. It was a strange thought. She’d never reduced herself to such a position. Yet, she wasn’t bothered.

As she patrolled, she had scrying vision on Bianca’s foolish quest to conquer and change the entire elven empire on the Promised Continent.

The nearest king, her son Rathmore, was still rallying a party of their strongest elves from all of his duchies.

The others of Ruvaria’s brood were still busying themselves with the fallout of Zarian shaking the entire world with his rage last year, opening up deep caverns below where high-level monsters kept crawling up and out.

Ironically, this made things easier for Bianca, but Ruvaria still wanted to monitor the precious girl.

She was truly the goodest person Ruvaria had ever met. Pure in ways that traditional good could never be.

There were more developments Ruvaria wanted to keep under observations as well. The monsterization of Jack. Naomi’s tribulation. The battle between Reiki’s dungeon and the Carrowmore Hell Gate. The tournament itself. And many more things.

But the empire of her dear student was under assault, and it was Ruvaria’s fault.

“My dear, it took you long enough to find me,” said a hoarse voice that was tens of thousands of years old.

Ruvaria walked up the steps of a cafe at the corner of a park square featuring gardens and hedges in full bloom. Water jets sprayed up from the enchanted pipes below ground to freshen the plants and to cool visitors who were looking for relief from the summer heat.

Ruvaria stopped to watch little human children run past while chased by tiny goblin younglings. There were many more of the young goblins than the humans, like watching a green-skinned infestation manifest.

Sighing, Ruvaria shook the hateful thoughts out of her head. She accepted the aid of a worried human barista who pulled the chair out for her before helping her scoot forward toward the table.

“Chilled chocolate slush, please,” Ruvaria ordered.

“Yes, milady.” The male barista bowed ninety degrees at the waist before hurrying to fulfill the order of the Genocider.

Nodding, Ruvaria turned toward the Original Genocider sitting across from her.

“It’s no secret I’m old as the dust in Serveserf’s wrinkles, but these new creations and mannerisms of the current era are confounding,” said Grandfather Rykaos, husband of Good Goddess Purehome, and the oldest living elf of the many Lesser Worlds, at least to Ruvaria’s knowledge.

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The old elf had papery white skin that looked easily burnable under the Early Summer sunlight, if he were to sit anywhere beyond the shade of the indoors or an awning. His head was covered in dark spots and patches of white hair that refused to fall out completely.

When he wasn’t speaking, he held a respiration device that drew in aura sharply and mixed it with mythical alchemical blends that kept his life energy going a little longer outside of cryosleep.

Even with all of his masterful power and Level 199 existence, the weathered elf, adorned in his own fashion of gold and emerald regalia, looked one strike away from death. So much so, a Level 50 might just get lucky enough to put the old monster away forever.

But that was based on looks alone. In truth, Grandfather Rykaos was the scariest monster in the entire world. Scarier than Ruvaria currently.

Still, the old elf slouched like a frail thing across the table from the hale and healthy Ruvaria, one Genocider eyeing the other Genocider. The longer they stared, the likelier Grandfather Rykaos might just draw his last breath and finally die.

A crooked smile crossed his face instead of befalling to his rightful fate. “What’s that long look for, dear granddaughter? We’re family, and this is how you treat me?”

“You’ve attacked the empire thirty-three times in the last two hours,” Ruvaria said, cold and to the point. “Cease your offensive against my dear student’s home or I will escalate to a degree that would make you regret trifling here.”

More children shrieked playfully as they ran through the pristine and wet garden. A patrol of New Florida Guards with advancing skeletons passed by while being a show of force and peace.

Birds cawed and shrilled in the air. A warm and floral-scented breeze blew by. And after a moment of silence filled with the raspy draw of air through the respiration device, the barista arrived with the orders of the Genociders – chilled chocolate slush for Ruvaria and black coffee for Grandfather Rykaos.

“Thank you, young human. It’s quite the discovery the humans made here. The art and ingredients to make coffee were lost so long ago,” grandfather said, as he planted a magic bomb inside the barista’s brain.

Ruvaria quickly unraveled the bomb and shunted the energy into a strong breeze blowing down the alley. The barista felt nothing more than a strange tickle in his head and a small amount of disorientation.

He quickly shook off the strangeness before answering the call of other patrons.

Grandfather smirked before taking a sip of his coffee. He hummed with delight as Ruvaria gingerly slurped at her drink.

“You’ve become soft,” he said. “It was … what … eight thousand years ago when I last awakened and saw you. My dear, you were our pride and joy. You were fierce. Ruthless. Headstrong. You were a true absolute elf.”

“I’ve decided that I’m going to end you thoroughly and with no chance for you to rally back,” Ruvaria said. “It’s the least I can do, grandfather, so you may finally be free from your absolute duty and return to grandmother’s bosom in the Ascended Heavens.”

Grandfather Rykaos sputtered before letting out a hoarse laugh. “Ho ho ha ha ha. Perhaps some of that absolute attitude of yours has remained over the years. Still, you act with a youth that should be behind you at this point. Like a headless girl following nothing but your heart. Oh dear child, you should know better.”

“Fifty-six,” Ruvaria said, licking the chocolate off her lips. “You’ve attacked my student’s home another twenty-three times in the past five minutes. I’m now deciding between two options of how to dispatch you. If you attack any further, I won’t even show you the most interesting project I’ve developed that no elf before me has amounted to.”

Grandfather Rykaos froze with a slack smile on his thin and gnarled face. Coffee and drool dribbled down from the corner of his mouth. Then he suddenly erupted into more hoarse laughter, which soon turned into sputtering coughs that whooped loudly.

“Is he okay?” asked one of the nearby patrons, a woman who was clearly an affluent migrant from the fallen Eternal Garden Kingdom. She was sincere about her concern, despite it being uselessly placed.

“No, but do not interfere. Your concern is noted, and I shall leave you a blessing for such.” Ruvaria used a press of her aura to turn the onlookers away before giving the woman a personal blessing that came from her power as a Chosen One.

Grandfather Rykaos watched the exchange with less humor. He became the absolute monster that made him so rightfully feared many years ago.

“Return home and all will be forgiven, little girl,” grandfather ordered.

“I refuse.” Ruvaria slurped from her treat again. “I’m happy here.”

“Then let us return to the bosom of our lovely Purehome together. Or will your place be in the bowels of Hidden Hell? What is the fate of this freedom of yours? Shall we test it out?” As Grandfather Rykaos spoke, he attacked the capital from a hundred different directions with myriad means.

He sent down large and imperceptible elemental attacks that could blast apart entire blocks and kill thousands. He summoned monstrous entities whose anatomies carried horrific viral diseases that would torture victims to death as their bodies rot from the inside out.

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He displaced space and time in such a way that the consequence of breaking the four-dimensional continuum would emit a shockwave that would annihilate enchantments and confuse everyone terribly, making them highly susceptible to further bombardments of an absolute and insidious kind.

All these attacks were mostly warm-up exercises, and Ruvaria responded to each of them in kind. She eliminated the elemental bombardment by turning them into gusts and strong breezes. She cancelled the summonings. And she fixed the local space-time continuum, though at a heavy cost to herself in the amount of aura she had to sacrifice.

All the rings on her right foot lost their gold luster and became brittle bronze that flaked from around her toes.

Ruvaria slurped and licked the melting chocolate from her cup until she lapped up all she could. Then she ran her tongue over her lips, ensuring none of the sugary substance could escape her.

Behind her, water sprouts sprayed about softly as children shrieked without a concern in the world. The capital city carried on with its business, nothing disturbing them.

They were all weak.

All pathetic.

They would’ve been the enemies of the old version of Ruvaria for the sin of growing too large without being properly pruned and subjected.

Ruvaria’s line of thoughts hadn’t truly changed until the turn from the Adventure Era to the Dark Era. Maybe she’d started changing far before then, but she recalled a stark difference at the start of the Dark Era when she one day thought it would be interesting to be more merciful.

And to question the traditional alignments more.

Years later, Zarian entered her life.

“They are … not deserving of suffering,” Ruvaria said after brushing aside more of her grandfather’s bombardments without upsetting the city. “They are not deserving of the horrors and the atrocities we committed in the name of absolute good.”

“It is only when we’re absolute that we remain relevant. To forget our tradition is to make yourself weak to the hounds and orc-cursed mongrels. Do not think this peace is long lasting. Not when they will always hunger for our power.”

“Oh, grandfather, you old and contemptible fool. You are a sad creature, and it displeases me that I once looked up to you. There is hope for the current generation. Even now, there is a precious girl in our homeland making waves of change and providing hope. True hope. Not the hope that a weaker goddess would peddle. Even the Star System wishes to usher change, and the freedom alignment is that change we all need. It is spreading as we speak. But you are unlikely to see how it all comes to fruition.”

“You have no gods to back you.”

Ruvaria licked her lips again. “I find the Dark Emperor worthy of my worship. He is not perfect. Far from it, truly. And he is on a journey of growth like any mortal. But he is an Ultra God, grander than Purehome and the rest of her ilk. And despite that, he is one who aims to uplift all he can reach. And he is one who aims to destroy what is truly detestable, such as those who think like you do.”

“You speak as if you’re his bitch,” her grandfather spat.

Ruvaria smirked. “Have you ever heard of doggy style?”

Grandfather Rykaos channeled far more power than he’d revealed so far. He was getting serious now, so Ruvaria made her decision.

“Star System, release the hold on my experience per our contract. Reason: facing a true absolute elf,” Ruvaria said calmly.

<Very well. Now releasing 1600 years of stored experience for Ruvaria the Chosen One,> the Star System replied with a golden notification box next to the table.

Grandfather Rykaos jolted out of his concentration, his eyes opening wide. “Are you mad?!”

“Absolutely.”

Ruvaria’s eyes rolled into her head as 1600 years of saved experience flooded into her profile. Her levels climbed, climbed, and climbed until …

She hit Level 200.