Magic is weird, I knew that.

Shaman magic is far, far worse. Feathers and bowls of blood, tears and spit, earth and fire and water. Also Lazarus water, because it was really magical and strong.

It took us a few hours to bind the nexus to my person, and use the idol as a sympathetic link. Only a second before that, I poked the Fate point and added 1000 more Magic.

Just in case.

My magic rushed into the idol than back, and then linked with the ley lines crossing under Star City.

I could feel the entire city now, as if I held it in the palm of my hand. Everything and anything inside the radius was mine to use, or abuse.

"What just happened? You weren't supposed to become this strong! Wizard! What the Hell are you?" Fortuna asked in a terrified voice.

I poked her gently with my magic, and moved her next to the wall, like she wasn't fighting back at all. "A locus?" I wondered in a curious voice.

"You cannot create a locus, just like that! It takes a million souls. You are too young to have killed...oh no!" Fortuna said in a shaky voice, and paled visibly.

"I sure killed more than a million. Mostly aliens, but they count too, right?" I asked rhetorically. Souls were kinda similar, no matter the species.

So I just set up a table and chairs, and had her sit with me for some drinks. "Magic is crazy, isn't it? One day you're barely lighting a candle, the next year you hold a city in your palm."

Fortuna groaned and drank her glass in one shot.

"You should try the new formulas, my lady. Even an immortal can use more power." I advised her in a friendly voice.

"Right. You're a hero, not a maniac bent on world domination. Or burning it to ash." Fortuna said a bit more confident, then drank the Heal vial.

*Affection +10 21/100

Wait...Did I just fuck up worse?

Fortuna drank all the others, even the extremely painful one, with barely a whimper. "Didn't it hurt, the last vial?" I asked while drinking my own vials too.

I could use a boost, even though I was immortal.

"Of course it did, damn handsome Wizard. Not quite as bad as ripping a demon out of your soul, but almost there." Fortuna muttered and gulped my whole bottle of whiskey in one go.

So I took the last vial too, and just cried inside. It hurt so bad! Not as bad as the last time, but still really bad.

"Poor Lord Wizard! At least you didn't scream. I know I would have, at your age." Fortuna exclaimed in praise, then came around and sat in my lap.

*Affection +20 41/100

Oh well. I was kinda guilty for that. Who made me use my juice in a magic potion? It was basically a minor love potion now.

"How do you feel, my lady?" I asked as my pain senses returned.

"I feel like I almost died, and came back stronger. And my mind is opened wider too. If I suck you dry, will you bring me more Miracles?" she begged and began to kiss my neck.

My dick jumped at attention, traitor as it was. And of course Fortuna felt that, under her firm ass.

"I will help you anyway, my lady. I thought we were friends." I muttered a bit guilty.

"Oh spirits! I have a friend now. Just fly on your back, Wizard, and let me have your juice. I'm certain it tastes wonderful." Fortuna demanded in a hungry voice, so I had to please her.

I closed my eyes and stored my clothes, and floated in the air while Fortuna gulped my dick like a vacuum cleaner.

I swear, this woman hasn't had dick in centuries. She sucked me dry a dozen times, then drank more whiskey, then sucked more.

Finally, I had enough of just being used, and held her head firm and began to fuck her mouth, until I came on my own terms. "This is how we do it." I said a bit angry.

"Of course, my lord. You can fuck my brains out whenever you please. Not that I can resist either." Fortuna said in a meeker voice.

I turned her around, and grabbed her boobs from behind, while my dick rested between her ass-cheeks. "So, you will not resist your lord, will you?"

"Not like this though. I expect courtship and lavish gifts. My last husband died in 1600, so I'm not used to modern morals. Conquistador, so romantic." Fortuna said in a far away voice.

"Of course. I will not bend you over a couch and fuck you til you scream. Flowers and candles, I presume?" I asked while playing with her boobs.

"Oh, you can fuck me anyway you want, dear Wizard. But only after courtship. And gifts. I like gifts a lot." Fortuna whispered teasingly as she arced backwards.

My dick hardened once more, so I simply took her mouth like this, her bent backwards and her boobs high in the air.

And this time I used her really bad. I was the big dick wizard, you teased that at your own peril.

*Affection +4, 45/100.

I came so hard my juice must have entered her stomach directly. "I have a gift. Did you like it, Lady Fortuna?" I asked as I drew my dick out a bit.

"More gifts. Many more!" she pleaded in a slutty voice.

I pushed my dick back into her throat, and gave her another gift. "Like that?" I teased her as drew my dick out and slapped her face.

"Exactly like that, my sweet Wizard. It's been too long since anyone has used me properly." Fortuna said while licking her lips.

Might have met my match here. "There should a spell to transport yourself from nexus to nexus. Care to share?" I asked her while returning her in her chair.

"Already there, are we? But yes. We should keep our adventure from Zeus's daughter. I don't think she likes me much." Fortuna said in a guilty voice, while forming a portal spell slowly so I could copy it.

It was a top tier spell, but my magic and my perks also grew so much. I failed twice, then I got it. Even without tech, I was now a real wizard able to portal around.

"Only use this inside a nexus, Wizard. There are dozens of stronger mages and sorcerers out there. You don't want to be dismantled for magic reagents yet, do you?" Fortuna asked a bit rhetorical.

"I couldn't find anyone, beside Constantine." I answered with a curious voice.

"That's because they are smart, and don't run around as bait for demons. As for poor John Constantine, he has half of Hell hounding him, for his soul. Not a good example, truly."

Fortuna said and sipped her whiskey like a high class lady.

I could only stare.

"You're watching my throat swallow, and want your big dig inside, right?" Fortuna asked with a teasing smile.

God damn it! I could go one more time, just to punish her. So I did. I'll show you conquistadors are nothing compared to a Wizard!

I took a long shower in the trap lair, and picked up a note from Sara, saying 'You're insane, Wizard.'

Ah, must have found the Spear of Destiny already. Then again, their long and dangerous adventures on the Waverider took place outside of my timeline, so anything could happen to them. Hopefully, less of the crew will die, with my Miracles and cures.

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Then I just rested on my couch, eyes closed while reviewing my System stats.

Pef Wizard, Level 29. HP 42100+4615, MP 49640+7446, SP 14560

Strength: 409+100

Agility: 1609

Endurance: 1555

Intelligence: 512

Wisdom: 551

Willpower: 728

Magic: 2482

Perception: 1548

Charisma: 357

Deflection: 65

Dodge: 30%

Parry 20%

Magic block: 20%

Soul block 10%

It was a good increase, and a far cry from even 9 levels ago. I had become a decent wizard now, even had more mana than hit points.

But I was also a realist. There were entities out there like Aztar , plus angels and demons or even Doomsday that would laugh at my attacks.

Even a regular Krptonian or Daxamite were a deadly danger when powered by the Sun, or any yellow sun. Plus the numerous mages or meta-humans with overwhelming power.

And less said about the Anti-Monitor, the better.

I could fake it by showing little of my powers, and instead surprise and demolish alien invasions or some crazy villain, but stay still too long, and any of the braniac villains around would figure out my weakness. Even Batman was close.

Maybe Intimidation would be more useful right now.

I checked my Skills to make sure.

Athletics: 44

Awareness: 97

Carouse: 45

Commerce: 25

Demolition: 22

Intimidation: 84

Logic: 47

Lore: 25

Medic: 115

Persuasion: 92

Tech use: 110

Weapons: 45

Free Skill points:0

See? That's why it was hard to decide where to place points. Once I reached 100, I couldn't advance it with points, instead needing events or Miracles.

Daily use of weapons or selling phones and pills did increase my Skill too, but very slowly, not that I cared much about the profit factor.

And moving at lightspeed and smashing aliens in the Dungeon didn't grant any increase either, since it likely took no Skill to paste aliens that stool still and helpless.

Alright. Enough wasting time. I powered up the screen and glanced at events unfolding in National City, where Lena Luthor was about to invite an alien species on my world.

The Daxamite queen Rhea was grooming Lena to become her daughter-in-law, and future queen of Earth by marriage with her son, Mon-El.

And since Supergirl was not in the way now, things were moving a bit faster. Sorry Mon-El, you'll have to find love someplace else. Supergirl was my pregnant wife and rather addicted to my dick, I think.

Then it hit me. They had that strange ritual on Daxam, the rite of Dakkam Ur, a trial by combat. An alien like Supergirl wouldn't be a proper Defender of Earth, but I did have a Perk called that, boosting my stats and abilities by 100% when dealing with aliens.

Ping!

-President Olivia Marsdin desires peace talks and negotiations. Positron cannons and missile defenses emplaced near National City in case the negotiations turn sour. DEO and ARGUS deployed in force. Air Force One en route.

From-- Harbringer.

Okay? This could be good. Not ideal, but good enough.

"Pef! Kal-El is missing! I fear he was kidnapped!" Kara said in a worried voice on my com, just as the Transmatter_portal constructed in secret by Lena Luthor opened wide.

"Orange, begin control ops. Kara, you can help her, but speak softly." I demanded back, just as the Daxamite_cruiser crossed into Earth space, followed by some 200 smaller ships.

Exactly the defense fleet Earth needed in the future. The Daxamites were being so helpful today.

"What about Superman though? He could be dangerous, hubby." Orange asked in a wary tone.

"Kal-El was wearing the headband...but it's not transmitting its location now. I'd assume he is on board that large ship." I said gently and teleported on board the President's plane.

A dozen Secret Service agents drew their various weapons at me, only to be ignored. "Negotiations first, Olivia?" I asked in a careless tone.

The first female President raised a hand to stop her bodyguards from suicide. "Grey Wizard. You're just as intimidating in person like on screen or my debriefs." she spoke in a slightly intimidated voice.

I just scanned her bodyguards and staff, then Observed her body. Another alien shapeshifter.

"Things will still end up as a massacre, Olivia. But, there is a small hope. These Daxamites invaders have a ritual for negotiations, called Dakkam Ur, a trial by combat. I will represent Earth and win the trial." I spoke in a grave tone.

The President thought for a minute, then nodded. "If you're certain."

"Not all Daxamites are bad people, I think most will surrender after. None of their ruling class, those are rotten already. And we could use that fleet to protect Earth next time." I proposed while holding out a Presidential Order, already printed by me using my previous paper as a model, but lacking her signature.

The President had her staff look it over, then signed my license to kill with a sad face. "Don't kill too many, Grey Wizard."

I just shrugged. "If they draw weapons, they will die. I am rather fragile, so I must defend myself." I answered with a scared tone.

A few bodyguards grinned at me, possibly thinking I was joking.

"This is President Olivia Marsdin, on board the Air Force One. Daxamite fleet, stop your advance and prepare for my arrival. We wish to negotiate." Olivia spoke on her videocall.

"This is Queen Rhea of Daxam. We have no need to negotiate with your primitive civilization. This planet will soon become New Daxam, and I will be your Queen!" the other leader proclaimed in a confident voice.

"There is one thing, Queen Rhea. Your people have a ritual called Dakkam Ur. We will send the Earth's champion, our famous Grey Wizard. Choose your champion wisely." Olivia countered in a confident voice.

"Very well. We shall kill your champion in the trial by combat, and your world will submit without resistance. We don't wish to lay waste to your cities..." Queen Rhea announced with a wry grin, then waved off the call.

"It's your show now, Grey Wizard." the President said to me, looking a bit wary.

"President, I advise you to land the plane and take shelter" I warned Olivia while her staff watched solemnly.

"I must be up here, for the whole country to see me!" she said in a proud voice.

"Memento Mori, President. Your death will be very honorable." I spoke in a certain tone, then teleported away.