Earthland to Mercator

He wakes up under a tree in the woods, overlooking a very familiar town. The sky is painted red by the setting sun, autumn hues of yellow and orange, scrubbed across the canvas. A calm evening breeze indicating to him that he should get on with his journey. The thought keeps him comfortable as he drinks in the beauty of his destiny, unencumbered by the world and it's threads of fate.

"Magnolia, the Land of Opportunity and Opportunistic Bastards. Time to get the show on the road, the world won't fleece itself."

As he walks down to the unfamiliar streets in this familiar town, he asks for directions and familiarising himself intimately with soon to be hometown. Taking he designated route, all the way to the entrance of a place he dreamt of so many years ago.

The Guildhall of Fairy Tail, the greatest mage guild which ever was or ever will be.

As he stands at the entrance, he realised something he had forgotten, the idea in full bloom. He, Arcturus Mercetor, is now a fucking wizard. He has to admit that this novel experience would be a fantastic source of fun both as a power and a harem fantasy and he would have to take it seriously the wrong the most out of it but the setting itself is worth the journey.

He should not dally any longer but it is best to check out his gaming-centric boon before entering the guildhall.

"Status", as he initiated his character page.

Name: Arcturus Mercator

Alias: None

Age: 5

Level: 0 (0 Levels Spent)

Stats:

Strength: 1/10 (Maximum is 100)

Endurance: 1/10 (Maximum is 100)

Dexterity: 3/10 (Maximum is 50)

Intelligence: 5/10 (Maximum is 30)

Charisma: 7/10 (Maximum is 10)

Luck: 10/10 (Maximum is 10)

Magic Specialisation Slot: ⅓

Nil

Nil

Nil

General Magical Skills:

Nil

General Mundane Skills:

Nil

Abilities:

Mage: Can use Magic without the use of a Focus.

Inherent Speciality: Capable of Special Magic

Eidetic Memory: Can Remember with perfect clarity.

Supreme Magic Capacity: An Extremely High amount of Magic within the body.

Supreme Magic Control: A capacity to control the magic output, to shape it and transform it as you see fit.

This should do for now, time to join a guild of fairies.

(Break)

"Joining a Guild at this age, brat? Strict policy against sending children under the age of 10 to run around and complete quests and we are a mage guild, quest completions are our lifeblood."

"That's fair, but can I get some work in the guild hall to support myself then? Just enough for me to tide over the years, I would rather not mooch off your good faith for you seem like a good man."

"Brat, you can join but don't worry about working, we can feed you easily. We aren't strapping for jewels."

"It wouldn't be fair to simply learn your magic and eat your food and not contribute anything."

"I suppose you wouldn't take no for an answer?"

"I cannot, it wouldn't be fair to other orphaned children. I'm lucky enough to have enough magic to join a guild, especially one with a celebrated history as yours."

"Glib words, Brat. No Alcohol until you turn 15 and I'll make sure you cannot convince the Barmaid otherwise."

"I can live without it, so do we have a deal, Guildmaster?

For I am tired of not being part of this family yet."

"No sane man can refuse such a request. Welcome to your new home, Brat."

His acceptance rings in his head. He smiles, thinking how sometimes, even for the most pessimistic and nihilistic men, dreams do come true after all.