
Fairy-Struck: Several types of conditions such as paralysis, wasting away, pining, and unnatural behavior resulting from an enchantment laid by an offended fairy.

Once upon a time; isn't that how all fairy tales begin? Except this isn't your average fairy tale. There are no charming princes or wicked witches within these pages, and the fair maidens are more deadly than any big bad wolf. This is a fairy tale in the truest sense of the words; a story about fairies... the real story.
My name is Seren Sloane, and I'm an Extinguisher. That will mean nothing to you, I'm sure, so let me go back a little further. No one knows the true origins of the Fey—I don't think even the Fey themselves remember—but theories abound. One has them evolving alongside us, but where we advanced in groups—banding together to become stronger—the Fey evolved from those outcast predators who were too wild for a pack. Those who don't believe in evolution, think instead that the Fey issue from the Divine; angels fallen from God's grace. Yet another tale insists that they were gods themselves, or demi-gods; led by a mother goddess named Danu.
A final theory suggests they were not gods or angels or outcasts; merely nomads from an advanced civilization. The Scythians or Sidheans from which the word sidhe originates. Myths tell of these talented Sidhe coming to Ireland where they flung about their magic and generally wreaked havoc until the aggrieved locals fought back and forced the Fey to retreat into their raths; holy shrines now known as fairy mounds. History has disguised the raths as burial mounds even though originally they were thought to be royal palaces for portal guardians. Although, I cannot validate the rest of the tale I do know this; the Fey don't live under mounds of dirt. The original descriptions strike closer to the truth. The raths shrouded portals, not corpses. Hidden paths to the fairy world; a realm laid parallel to ours and not at all underground.
Anyway, we did just fine living side by side with them until humans started destroying the environment around those entrances to Fairy. Fairies don't like it when you mess with nature and when they stroll from their magical abodes to find that mess strewn all over their backyard, they get even more pissy. So, they began to fling the mess back. All those old stories about fairies stealing babies and striking people with wasting diseases stem from this time period. Things got real bad, so bad that those of us who had the gift of clairvoyance and could actually see fairies joined together to defend the human race.
The first Human-Fey war erupted across Eire—now known as Ireland—and the losses on both sides were staggering. After the third war, a grudging truce was finally attained and councils were created to mediate between the races and support the truce with laws approved by both sides. A good start to be sure, but laws flounder and fail if they can't be enforced. Both councils conceded jurisdiction over their people to the other side; agreeing upon the penalties to be meted out should someone be found guilty of a crime. Rules for determining guilt and administering justice were set into place and military units were sanctioned to carry out the verdicts of the councils.
The Fey created the Wild Hunt. They gathered the fiercest, most terrifying of their people and trained them to stalk the shadows of our world; watching us like guardian angels until one of us breaks the law. Then the angels become devils who do much more than watch. Trust me when I say that you don't want to ever meet a member of the Hunt.
To police the Fey, we created the Extinguishers. Formed from members of the five great psychic families who originally defended humanity in Ireland, the Extinguishers inspire a fair amount of fear as well. Armed with clairvoyance as well as other talents which vary by person but can include telekinesis, pyrokinesis, telepathy, and psychometry, we also have some serious combat skills. Most humans don't have the ability to see a fairy unless that fairy wants to be seen so every council member and extinguisher must at least possess clairvoyance. The Human Council keeps an eye out for humans with exceptional psychic abilities so they can recruit more into their fold, but Extinguishers are born into the job. I'm one of those lucky few.
Kavanaugh, Teagan, Sullivan, Murdock, and Sloane. The first five psychic families of Ireland. Over the centuries we've become a secret society so big it spans the globe; gaining strength by breeding only within the Five. This has virtually guaranteed powerful psychic gifts in our children. I'm the product of a Sloane and a Kavanaugh. Over thirty generations of contrived breeding (not inbreeding, thank you very much) have given me abilities which rank me as one of the top ten extinguishers of all time.
I was trained from childhood to become what I am; an extinguisher, a hunter of fairies, remover of the light of the Shining Ones. Childhood wasn't horrible for me but it was definitely not what most would consider to be normal. Bedtime stories were non-fiction accounts of extinguisher heroism and instead of receiving platitudes that monsters weren't real, I was told most emphatically that they were and that when checking beneath my bed at night, I should always have an iron blade in hand. My only friends were children from other extinguisher families and every game or toy had practical purpose to it. Like the dolls my mother made me which showed what each type of fairy looked like... and had their weaknesses written on their backs in red ink.
Still, I was a child, and I knew nothing else. Life seemed magical to me; not just in the way that life is magical to all children but in a literally magic way. I was taught to move objects with my mind, create fire in the palm of my hand, and make things materialize anywhere I wanted them to (that's called apportation in case you're curious, not teleportation which is a thing of science fiction). When I got older, I was taught to fight and, finally, to kill.
Despite all of that, I wasn't raised to hate fairies. Quite the contrary; I was taught to care for them and protect them if need be. The job of an extinguisher is first and foremost to protect the peace. We kill fairies only when they disrupt that peace and then we do it in the most efficient and merciful way possible... after we receive a warrant of execution approved by the Council. We are, essentially, peacekeepers.
That changed for my family when my mother was torn to pieces by a pack of pukas. I know; it sounds funny, doesn't it? A pack of pukas. In reality, a bunch of fairy dogs the size of ponies, with teeth sharper than a shark's, shredded the flesh from my mother, gobbled down every last bit of it, and then gnawed on her bones until they shattered them and could suck out the marrow. That reality killed all the mercy in my father and a lot of the compassion in me as well.
We immersed ourselves in the job; taking every warrant issued for criminal fairies we could get our hands on until the Head Extinguisher himself finally noticed and called us to heel. We were sent to a small territory where very little fairy crime occurred and where we were supposed to get our shit together. Most humans would love to live where we do now and when I tell you where we were placed, I'm sure you'll roll your eyes, but let me assure you that this place is a slow death for an extinguisher. Peacekeepers need a certain amount of action to keep them sane, and Hawaii has very little of that on the fairy front.
Yes; I've been exiled to paradise and for someone with my fair Irish skin, Hawaii imitates Hell in so many ways. Sure, beauty abounds and the people here embody that tropical temperament of almost Gaelic hospitality, but when you're itching for a fight, you don't want to be scratching at your peeling, sunburned skin too. Plus, the only fairies to be found—the little local variety called menehunes—frolic about causing mischief but never mayhem. Yes; Hawaiian fairies exist. Does that shock you? It shouldn't, I've already mentioned how the Fairy Realm lies parallel to ours. Fairy mounds connect more than merely Ireland to Fairyland; they form bridges between Fairy and places all over the world. The fairies who frequent these paths seem to be influenced by the culture they cross over into.
And the fairies don't just visit. Ever since the creation of the Councils, a lot of fairies have moved into our world in an effort to support the peace. There was also the issue of the numerous entrances to Fairy which needed to be guarded. So, several fairy council members have very human jobs with very powerful positions. I think you'd be pretty damn surprised if I told you which companies secretly belong to the Fey.
We don't have any of those powerful companies here in Hawaii because, as I mentioned before, this place isn't all that important in the whole fey-human interrelations department. So, my life has become a constant preparation for a battle it doesn't look as if I'll ever be allowed to join, in a place whose beauty only feels like salt in my wounded heart. I will admit that my anger has lessened over my time here, as the memory of who my mother was slowly overshadows the memory of how she died, but for my father, this exile has only served to make him even more bitter, more vicious, and more intent on killing the entire Fey race.




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I keep the world safe from his people, but now he's the one protecting me.
The Sluagh has come for me and nothing stops them. The monsters of Fairy chitter and cackle and screech all around us while Tiernan holds me tightly, hiding us within his magic. Under the cover of some roots, his body laid over mine, we wait. His lips brush my cheek. Our rapid breaths merge. My palms press against his chest, molding to his muscles and pulsing with his heartbeat. The terrifying sounds around us echo into silence but as I stare into his silver eyes I know the danger hasn't passed. This man—this fairy hunter—could tear apart my world.


Izuku was walking next to Shin, and as soon as they left the crowded place Shin said:
[Izuku, I'm so sorry for what happened to Jennifer, you shouldn't have to go through this]. (Shin)

[No need to worry, I reaped what I planted, I allowed the spies to come in, I just didn't expect her parents to be with them either, but thinking about it now all makes sense]. (Izuku)

[The reason her parents wanted her in the United States must have been because of this, I knew her father was a friend of one of the most important figures in the government, but I ignored it and the result was that]. (Izuku)

[How will you deal with those who betrayed us?]. (Shin)

[I will not do anything, I will let them take care of themselves, today Fairy Tale will make an announcement denying any connection between them and us, from now on the situation will be this]. (Izuku)

[I see, you know Izuku you really are a great leader, unfortunately, this also makes you have to deal with great suffering]. (Shin) Said and left.

Shin didn't just come for Ochaco, the main reason was that he wanted to see his friend after Jennifer's betrayal.

After Shin left Izuku went straight to the principal's office, and when he got there, he saw that Nezu was with Snipe, Aizawa and Midnight.

[Hello Midoriya-Kun, please, sit down]. (Nezu)

[OK]. (Izuku) Said calmly, he already wondered why he was called.

[Midoriya-Kun how are you feeling?]. (Nezu)
[I'm still recovering, but I'm better already. (Izuku)

[I see, today I called you here for 3 reasons, the first is to see how you were doing, the second is to thank you for helping us during the incident, you did a lot more than you expected and helped us in a situation desperate and for that, you have my deepest thanks]. (Nezu) Said bowing slightly.

Izuku's eyes narrowed a little as if he already expected bad news to follow.

[And what is the third?]. (Izuku)

[I would like to know how far Fairy Tale medicine has advanced?]. (Nezu)

[Enough to cure me, you'll have to be more specific about what area, and what you want from medicine so I can answer you.] (Izuku) I said calmly.

[I want to know if you could recreate organs, and restructure bodies that were destroyed.] (Nezu) I said calmly.

[I would need to see medical diagnostics to know if we can help, and I also need to know who you want the technology for.] (Izuku)

[And does it matter?]. (Nezu)

[If the person is going to give me a headache after being healed, yes, it matters a lot, I won't shoot my own foot, healing people who will screw me in the future]. (Izuku)

Just hearing what he said, everyone understood Izuku will definitely not help gladly even if he can cure All-Mighty.

Nezu decided to ask Izuku because that way they could have an All Mighty back to their peak to face All for One, but everyone knew that

All Mighty would be against Izuku.
He has shown this even before the situation in the United States, now it was clear that he would object.

Knowing that trying to curl won't work Nezu decided to be decisive.
Pulling out a folder, he handed the file to Izuku, where he clearly detailed the situation of All Might's body.
Izuku took it and opened it, after seeing all of Izuku, pulled a device from his pocket and plugged it in.
This would prevent any audio from being recorded.

[No need to worry, this will only prevent the conversation from being recorded]. (Izuku)

[In fact, I have the technology to cure this kind of injury, it would be a 4-stage treatment, and it would take 1 month in all, but it's possible, now tell me who the person is]. (Izuku)

[It's me]. (All Mighty)


The moment Izuku listened, he said:

[Then forget that we already had this conversation]. (Izuku) He said and got up to leave.

[Midoriya-Kun wait]. (Nezu)

[Director, I don't think I need to tell you my reasons for not hearing him, you're not stupid, if All Mighty is already strong that way, while injured, healing him to his heyday, it's going to be suicide, I needn't mention that if the government tells him to deal with me, All-Mighty won't hesitate, I can deal with him today, but not with him at his full power without paying extreme prices]. (Izuku)
[Midoriya-Kun I understand your point, but the presence of All For One is dangerous, we need a balance to deal with it, I ask you to be rational here All Mighty is needed]. (Nezu)

[Not from my point of view, with the injuries I gave him, it will take at least 6 months for him to recover, even with Quirk's powerful healing ability, and given the powers of a person like the Recovery Girl]. (Izuku)

[This time is more than enough for me to withdraw my provisional since the U.A. allow me, I can face him as many times as necessary, in 3 years I will no longer need the God of War mode, so I will have no problem suppressing him]. (Izuku)

[So I see no need to cure All Mighty]. (Izuku)

[Are you willing to let people suffer for 3 years?]. (Nezu)

[If necessary to protect the ones I love, yes]. (Izuku)

[I am not going to cure a hypocrite who is sure to suppress the Quirkless to keep the fucking false peace he created by reneging on his origins, sorry, but among strangers and everything I love, I will choose the latter]. (Izuku)

[This won't be necessary if you heal me, because you have to insist on seeing us as enemies when you can just accept my way?]. (All Mighty)

[Because you already made it clear that you are my enemy, I told you not to play dumb in front of me, you know what will happen if you can suppress me, and what the government will do after that, I won't let it happen, and your way is hypocritical and you know that very well]. (Izuku)

[Why don't you understand that you are destroying peace? You've already killed over 80 million people because of this, how many more will it take to satisfy your senseless pursuit?]. (All Mighty) He shouted at Izuku.

[Search meaningless? I am trying to save 2 billion people who are suffering from being born different in a world where racism should have been resolved more than 200 years ago]. (Izuku)

[And you call this the meaningless Search? I who do not understand?]. (Izuku) He said raising the tone with each word.


[ARE YOU WHO DON'T UNDERSTAND, BECAUSE YOU'RE A DAMN HYPOCRITE, DO YOU THINK I WANT TO KILL THOSE PEOPLE?]. (Izuku) Roared.

[I DID WHAT I HAVE TO DO, IF YOU THINK I'M WRONG, WE WILL TEST THIS THEORY, TODAY FAIRY TALE WILL RENEGE SOME PEOPLE THAT ARE SO HYPOCRITE AS YOU WILL, AND WHEN THIS OCCURS WE WILL SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH THEM LOST, I'LL KILL AS MUCH AS NECESSARY]. (Izuku)

[THERE ARE 2 BILLIONS OF INNOCENT I HAVE TO PROTECT DUE TO THE SHIT YOU DID NOT REVEAL WHAT YOU REALLY WERE, DEATH IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY FOR SUPPORTING THIS ATROCITY THAT THEY COMMIT, YOU ALSO CREATE A FAKE PEACE, BECAUSE YOU IT' A FAKE HERO. (Izuku)

[CHILDREN ARE BEING USED AS EXPERIMENTS, BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T DO WHAT WERE EXPECTED FROM YOU, AND ACT THE RIGHT WAY, YOU HIDDEN WHAT YOU WERE, FOR 2 CENTURIES QUIRKLESS WAS OPPRESSED, AND YOU HAD THE CHANCE TO CHANGE EVERYTHING BUT YOU PRETENDED TO BE SOMETHING THAT YOU KNOW WEY WELL THAT YOU WREN'T]. (Izuku)

[YOUR STORY OF ORIGIN IS A LIE AND YOU KNOW THAT VERY WELL, YOU WERE ...]. (Izuku) He roared in fury.

[It is enough]. (Nezu) He shouted that Izuku would reveal the subject to the other teachers.

[Midoriya-Kun you can go]. (Nezu)

Izuku mocked All Mighty who clenched his hands tightly before leaving Izuku said:

[A hypocrite and coward, that's what you are All-Mighty, and your peace is an illusion, just like the illusion that you are a hero, from my point of view, you're no better than All For One or me, you manipulated the situation, to fulfill his will while sacrificing billions to his destiny for it]. (Izuku) Said and left.

All Mighty was enraged and would go after him when Aizawa came in front and said:

[It's enough for today]. (Aizawa)
[Aizawa] (All Mighty)

[You just threw your chance most likely to heal by the window, and in exchange for what?]. (Aizawa)
[I don't think that should be the question to ask, but because Izuku thinks All Mighty is being hypocritical, and because he said All-Mighty could have changed things by telling the truth, I think we need an explanation Nezu ]. (Snipes)

On hearing, Nezu saw that several of the teachers agreed with Snipe, and knew that the cat was out of the bag.

Izuku has said almost everything necessary for them to guess, yet they were seeking confirmation.

All Mighty who knew things were complicated decided to talk partly about One For All, he said he got Quirk from someone else but didn't say it could be passed on.

The more he spoke, the more his expression turned sour.
When he finished speaking Snipe said:

[Now I understand why Izuku rejects you so much, not only because your ideals are different, he rejects you because you could have made a difference to Quirkless if you had told them about their potential, or said there were ways to acquire the Quirks with you, or through other people]. (Snipe).

[But decided not to, and omit the whole subject, you better than anyone knew how they were treated, and yet omitted it]. (Snipes) He said with a heavy sigh.

All the respect he had for All Mighty was crushed at this point, as were some other teachers.

Aizawa who was in the room really sighed with the headache that would solve this matter, but now he understands that it is simply impossible for All-Mighty to be healed.

Izuku represented the Fairy Tale and her will, and due to his contempt for All-Mighty, a cure would never be provided.

Time Skip One Month.

In that month Izuku has been training all the Espers they requested while training harder than ever.
Because other courses heard about the effectiveness of Izuku's training, most Espers came to him for training.

They already understood that without exceptional training, it would be impossible for them to surpass the Quirkless, it was not known if they would succeed even with the training.

So they worked even harder to perfect themselves, Izuku wrote training routines for each of them, with one condition.

They should spread to the acquaintances, they should say it was Izuku who instructed them, and about their results.

And they did that, almost all of the school's Espers came and asked for help in training.

Of all of them, the most interesting in Izuku's opinion was Minoru Mineta.

Izuku really believed that Mineta would give up after two days, but he persisted and was the hardest of all who came to ask for his help.

Mineta really excelled and even though he was one of the last to ask Izuku for help, he was the first to move to the second phase of training.

Izuku had no doubt that among the Espers Mineta would come out on top at the Festival.

His determination for girls could only be compared with Hyoudou Issei's determination for breasts from High School DXD.
But even for perverted causes, Mineta still got Izuku's respect.

Just remembering him Izuku laughs because he and Mineta ended up becoming good friends.

But remembering Mineta makes him laugh, remembering Jennifer makes him sad.

A month ago Fairy Tale publicly denied all Quirkless who turned against Izuku, and no longer affiliated with them, the public reason was that certain students decided not to follow the methodology Fairy Tale taught and that there was a great deal divergence of opinion between the school and these students and their families.

And so Fairy Tale denied them, and said who they were, they didn't show faces or give addresses, just names, but that was enough for the truly devoted countries and reporters to track down.

For ordinary people, it was simply the school disclaims any responsibility for them, but for governments, it was an announcement that Fairy Tale would no longer protect those students.

And as expected, governments acted at high speed, overwhelming several of the weaker students and taking them to research facilities.

Something that proved very frustrating for the government, and very painful for the captured Quirkless.

They could not say anything due to Izuku's information seals, and because of this most of the captured had to see their family killed while they were tortured.

And then they became lab rats, some of the most beautiful women were raped, by some of the researchers and soldiers who were frustrated with the situation.

In just a few days, a large number of Quirkless regretted saying those things about Izuku, for at that moment they understood that he was keeping them safe.

The governments of none of the countries sent the weakest against the Quirkless, they sent the best and strongest among their agents, and the outcome was already set before starting because of it.
On the one hand a group of first-class Espers, who had decades of training, and had top-notch equipment at their disposal.
On the other, some Quirkless who had no technology or weapons, and who were mostly traveling alone, or in small groups, still had to defend their families.

The result was already clear for anyone who saw the situation from a larger picture, those who did not align and formed a larger group were captured.

Jennifer was injured while protecting the Quirkless who joined her group, and the only reason for these groups to exist is that Luna decided to warn Jennifer about what would happen, no matter how uncomfortable she was doing it, she still decided to do it, Thinking about how Sarah didn't leave her until the end, she only warned what would happen, and provided no other help.

Izuku knew she did it through Luna's own mouth, but he didn't care, as the outcome wouldn't change, no matter how much Jennifer resisted, sooner or later she would eventually fall.

It's as simple as that, without Senzu beans, Jennifer could never stand in constant combat and keep up with the attacking enemies.
She didn't have the power or the technology to support her actions, it was that simple, Izuku could do what he wanted because she had the power to support what he did, his technology was enough to destroy entire countries in a single blow.

Both personally, technologically and militarily, Izuku was a power of the present world if not the greatest, and because of this, he could do just about anything he wanted.

Izuku's actions were calculated, threats with gravitational technologies ensured that no one above Rank A would go after the Quirkless, as governments feared that Izuku would go mad and create black holes in the capitals of their countries.

He made a point, no one would tease a person who had weapons of mass destruction and could use them whenever he wanted, it was just stupid to do something like that without preparation.
But even Izuku had not clashed head-on against all governments because he knew he could not protect everyone while avoiding a bloodbath.

And it was in this situation that the difference between the two showed, Izuku knew what he was doing from the beginning, with the memories of life as a soldier, he could already predict how those in power would act and prepared.
They wouldn't mind the soldiers' lives being lost, but if theirs were in the line of fire, they would hesitate to act, and Izuku took advantage of it.
Jennifer lacked the resources, technology, personal power, influence, strategic accuracy, or even the loyalty of Quirkless like Izuku.

The Quirkless who followed Jennifer when she left Fairy Tale was divided into three types:

1. Those Who Wanted Revenge: Quirkless who didn't hear what Izuku taught and wanted to take revenge on their abusers and people who treated them badly, but knew that while they were with Izuku they could never do that, as he would deal with them before they got close. to perform their revenge.

2. Those Who Have Fallen Into Government Talk: People who will allow themselves to be influenced by all the small talk Governments have used to deceive them that turning against Izuku is right.

3. The Arrogants: The group who believed Izuku only restricted them and didn't need him, but were afraid of what he would do if they wanted to leave.

Among the three types, Jennifer had only influence with the 2nd Group, the other 2 would not hear her, and even in the 2nd Group, she had no influence on even half of them.
And because of this Jennifer was now in a desperate situation, as she could not defend herself, and the others would not come together normally.
And to make matters worse she knew that Izuku had sealed the ability to disclose information about the techniques or the Fairy Tale to anyone else of all Quirkless and the families who were with them in Fairy Tale.

As the days passed, Izuku showed everyone in Fairy Tale exactly what was going on, to kill any idea of going against him.

Izuku would originally cripple the potential of everyone who left Fairy Tale, or at least a large majority, but because of his feelings for Jennifer, he allowed them to maintain their capabilities and potential and he even gave a good amount of money.

For every family and student who left, if used wisely would be enough to survive 2 years in luxury or 15 years in more humble life, Izuku did so because they were not a threat to anything he planned.

Because he eliminated any form of advanced training they could do, Izuku made sure that anyone who had learned techniques that would allow them to increase their gravitational force would forget them with Yamanaka-style Ninjutsu.

But he decided to make them an example of what happened when Izuku did not use his ability to deal with several of the strongest attacking enemies and protected them all.

And that had the desired effect.
All the Quirkless at Fairy Tale at this point understood the consequences of turning against Izuku and supporting governments that are hostile to him.

Watching the videos, many of them begged Izuku to save their friends from this group, just to be denied.

Izuku said that since they wanted to defend governments, they should now deal with them.

Izuku would not move a muscle to save them, and any Fairy Tale Quirkless who would do so would be kicked out and crippled from Chakkra's net.

Even Jennifer was doomed to handle the situation on her own.
Noting that there would be no second chance with Izuku, they understood that if they chose to leave, they were on their own.
Some were resentful of Izuku but was quickly suppressed after thinking that if he got angry, they would end up like friends, who could not defend themselves.

And between their lives and those they love, and some friends, the Quirkless chose the former.

What happens when an soldier reincarnates like Izuku Midorya with a great deal of knowledge and some golden fingers?
Follow the story to find out.
To make it clear, I took Danitaier's base that he's a great friend of mine and approved it.
I don't own My Hero Academy and none of its characters.

I do not own the cover photo, if you are the owner and do not want me to use it, please let me know that I will remove it

Needless to say, it was certain that Sihwa had finally understood 52 Hertz. She said something to both 52 Hertz and the minke whales, managing to prevent a meaningless fight.
Her song lasted for a few minutes, and it was modulated by the pickup device so Zhang Zian could hear it, too.
52 Hertz was still excited, but its restlessness had already disappeared. It seemed to have understood that it wouldn't be able to get an answer from Zhang Zian and his boat; they were not of its kind.
The minke whales on the other side of the boat were probably persuaded by Sihwa, as well. Minke whales were originally a gentle animal, so after Sihwa had persuaded them, they dispersed in all directions with only a small part of them staying behind. The sounds picked up by the pickup device had also relaxed.
Zhang Zian saw the mother and child minke whale. They hadn't left, but instead had carefully approached his boat, rolling around the sea in a pleasant and soothing manner. As for the male whale, it had also stayed behind, which was definite, since it wanted to retain the title of the chief escort whale!
It had attracted a lot of minke whales, including both males and females, and the remaining males were obviously after its target. They circled around the mother and child minke whale from a distance away.
The external conflict had been resolved, so now, it was the conflict among their own: A courtship battle between the males.
Zhang Zian had no sympathy for the male whales who had their brains infested with sperm. They were all so eager to get out of their d*mn single status that they wouldn't even hesitate to fight.
When Zian saw that the situation had de-escalated, he asked through the phone, "Sihwa, what did you say to them?"
"I just told the side with more people to not start a fight, and that the big whale wasn't a bad guy." Sihwa was wiping off her sweat in the bathtub. The tense situation earlier had made her nervous. She had broken out in a sweat, which rarely happened, and now her whole body felt like it had been emptied.
"And 52 Hertz, I told it that although it doesn't have another one of its kind, for the time being, I'm able to understand it. Did you know? It wasn't actually looking for another of its own kind, but it was just looking for someone who could understand it," she added. "Do you get what I'm trying to say?"
Zhang Zian had a sudden realization. Their previous speculations were slightly off. They had always thought that 52 Hertz was looking for its own kind so it could be free from its lonely status, but that wasn't accurate.
Many kinds of whales liked to be alone, and it was only during the courtship or breeding season that they liked to be accompanied by a spouse or children. Therefore, for 52 Hertz, although it was pitiful that it was unable to find another of the same kind, that wasn't the most pitiful part. The most pitiful thing was that it didn't have any friends… No creature could understand its voice, and no creature could communicate with it.
Minke whales were also used to being alone, but were they lonely? No, they could communicate with other whales at any time.
Destined to be alone was nothing, and it was fine to not have a partner… Whether it was humans or nature, there were many d*mn singles. But it was terrifying when friends, enemies, or even someone to communicate with didn't exist… Even the otakus that didn't leave their home had a few otaku friends and buddies on the Internet. They reigned over some forum under the name of some hero, smothering all dissident opponents with their spit and endless amounts of time.
In the simplest terms, one could have been alone, but not lonely at the same time. One could do things alone and be alone, but they can't be confined to themselves. That was the difference between alone and lonely.
52 Hertz was the loneliest whale in the world, but it was not the only one that was alone. There are many whales that were alone out there.
After Sihwa was done, she remained silent on the other side of the line, not knowing what she's waiting for. All Zian could hear was the sound of her breathing.
Zhang Zian cleared his throat and said, "Sihwa, thank you."
"Why… why did you suddenly thank me?" She suddenly panicked on the other side of the line. Her face flushed like a cooked shrimp.
"Because you helped me––and you also helped 52 Hertz. You prevented a fight between 52 Hertz and the minke whales. If it weren't for you, I don't know how many whales would have died today." He solemnly said, "You've done an incredible thing today."
"Nothing… it's just a little thing…" Sihwa wasn't used to being praised. She started to twist her body around in the bathtub, getting really embarrassed.
"No, this is no trivial matter. This is very important, so I have to thank you for myself, 52 Hertz, and the minke whales," he said. "In addition, I also have something to tell you."
"What? Why are you being so talkative? Can't you just say it when you're back? You're wasting my phone bill…" she muttered softly.
"Sihwa, I just want to tell you that although there are no other mermaids to accompany you, although you're trapped in a bathtub and you can't go out, Fina, Old Time Tea, Pi, Famous, and the other elfins, including me, are all able to understand you. Your thoughts are free. This is more important than anything else… You may be lonely, but you're not alone."
"Really… Is that true?" Sihwa asked softly.
"Yes, it's true, so you don't need to continue fantasizing about the long-legged oppa that doesn't exist. We all know that you're a kind-hearted child. You don't need to escape in the fairy tale-like fantasy, or put your own value onto others. You also don't have to be envious of humans that have legs because you are you, a unique little mermaid, and there are so many things in the world that only you can do. You've already let 52 Hertz, minke whales, and I see you blossom, and in the future, you will certainly bring happiness to more people!"
After a long silence, Sihwa suddenly burst into tears. "Thank you… Thank you…"
Zhang Zian was also embarrassed to say this, but he had kept all his thoughts about Sihwa's growth and hard work to himself. She deserved to the compliments. After all, only when children were praised often did they build up confidence and grow up with good mental health.
"Well, then I won't waste your phone bill anymore. I'll see you at home!" Zian said, then hung up and locked the screen.
However, the screen automatically lit up again.
[Navigation Elfin]: Congratulations! Your mermaid's likeability has been upgraded to friendly. Its real name is being unlocked!
[Game Hints]: Pet Attributes
[Known as]: Mermaid
[Rareness]: Epic/Legendary
[Features]: Forgo being a dragon keeping one's tail, yet descend as an immortal upon the world. Creatures with scales all miss her and come for a sleepover!
[Unlocked Origins]: The legend of the mermaid has existed since ancient times, but most of them appear in front of the world as an evil Siren, enchanting all beings with their beauty and sound.
In these legends, the mermaid was often extremely beautiful, and their voice so enchanting that no one could resist. Even the famous Greek hero Oedipus stuffed a candle in his ear and tied himself to a mast in order to resist the song of the mermaid. He did so to avoid sailing his ship towards the reef rocks out of the confusion of his mind.
In the teachings of the Middle Ages, the mermaid was like the snake in the Garden of Eden; it was a symbol made to seduce people into falling.
When Andersen wrote the eternally famous Daughter of the Sea, he completely reversed the inherent image of the mermaid with his own power.
Under Andersen's pen, the little mermaid was beautiful, had an enchanting voice, and a perfect appearance. But she was unable to be together with her loved one, and in the end, her soul was sublimated through being at ease. The tear-jerking story and the mermaid's infatuation touched the hearts of countless girls, and ever since then, the evil Siren disappeared from everyone's memory.
Andersen admitted that Daughter of the Sea was the only fairy tale he had written that even spoke to himself.
Later, in a period that wasn't far off, another great writer and artist Oscar Wilde further perfected the image of the mermaid with The Fisherman and His Soul. He gave the mermaid the ability to attract fishes by singing. It was only because of the existence of Daughter of the Sea that Wilde's fairy tale seemed slightly inferior.
The two eternal fairy tales from two great writers made the story of the mermaid known to everyone. Now it was an indispensable bedtime story for countless young girls.
Under the blessing of great faith, the little mermaid was born as an elfin into the world.
[Real Name Unlocked]: Andersen & Wilde's Crowning Fantasy!
Zhang Zian silently read through the flashing text on the screen before he locked the screen again. He took in a few mouthfuls of fresh air and his mood became more relaxed.
The minke whale and its mother were playing next to the assault boat when several male minke whales clashed in the distant sea. 52 Hertz had left while he was staring at his screen, but Zian knew that it would definitely return, since there was a little mermaid there who could understand it.
The previous tension left him extremely exhausted, so he stretched his body and laid down in the boat, looking up at the sky and watching as white seabirds flew over his head. They stretched their wings and hovered freely in the air.
The question that had been bugging him for a long time had finally been answered. He had always wondered why Sihwa didn't exactly match the portrayal of the mermaid in Andersen's fairy tale, and why she had the ability to summon marine creatures. The answer for that was because she was the combined creation of Andersen, Wilde, and other countless myths and legends.
"Okay, go on home!" Zian waved goodbye to the mother and child minke whale, then started the motor and headed back for the shore.


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Very few people knew how the tiny fairies became the most powerful information specialists in the world. While it was true that their sizes varied among themselves, even the largest fairy would reach only up to a human's knee. The smaller fairies would only be capable of dancing on a human's hand. If they had to fight in battle, their tiny size would leave them at an immense disadvantage.
Size didn't always represent strength. However, the fairy species had been around for many centuries but had never once produced a famous hero or warrior. They didn't have any outstanding natural racial talents apart from their outstanding fleeing abilities. Naturally, the fairy species also never had any major combat achievements throughout history. Despite this, fairies managed to lead good lives in the Mortal Plane that was rife with competition between species. In fact, fairies maintained their own merchant associations, contact points and intelligence divisions even in human kingdoms that greatly discriminated against them. This was incredible.
There were indeed people who tried to uncover the fairies' secrets. However, such people would vanish without a trace. And when they reappeared, they would blather on about "Fairytale kingdoms," "So many cute little fairies," "This strawberry cake is so delicious, but I'm so stuffed. How about giving it to the little bunnies?" and other such crazed words.
Perhaps it was due to this that ordinary people felt that fairies' countries would be really cute and just like the fairy tales. However, reality and what people thought were two very different things.
"God damn it! The entire world is at war. It's making business so difficult. I guess I'll be having a hard winter this year."
A one-eyed Dark Fairy was currently smoking a cigar. He even held a small dwarven rifle in one hand as he spoke, puffing out clouds of smoke.
He was heavily overweight. Looking at him from afar, he resembled a round ball. However, he also had clear rainbow-colored wings on his back that continuously trembled and sprinkled glowing powder, making him seem like a nice and kind fairy from a fairy tale.
"…But actually I've recently made more profits. Compared to last year's winter, our Black Forest series of magazines have increased sales by 35%. Our best-selling magazine, the Famous Knights series, has increased sales by a whopping 91%. It's mostly our hero figurines, paintings, toys and other such accessories that have decreased in sales."
This Dark Fairy wore a neatly pressed suit and had golden-rimmed spectacles on his face, the type that typically represented wisdom. However, this appeared quite strange on him as this Dark Fairy had a crooked nose, eyes like a dead fish and ugly and disgusting warts dotting his face.
It appeared more—no—it definitely appeared like this Dark Fairy resembled an evil witch in the fairy tales. After all, he had a nose ring and a crooked wooden staff in his other hand.
"…A New Year's Party hosted by the Kasolan Kingdom? Are you an idiot? Why would you report about such a minor event in such a minor country? I'm going to dock your wages… What? Major news that the Kasolan Kingdom will be leaving San Antonio and joining the Mist Alliance will be announced at this party? F*ck! This is big! Gather as much information as you can. I'll immediately send you additional backup and resources."
"Those trolls are beginning to construct their own cities? They didn't eat those pitiful human villagers and are raising them instead? Are you kidding me!?"
As the Dark Fairy talked with another fairy about the magazine's contents, countless fairies were busily working behind them. Some were shouting into black rune crystals used for sending magic messages, while others were shouting into pipes connected to strings. Even more were furiously at work writing articles. This chaotic scene resembled a busy editing department right before a deadline.
They weren't in a green-forested, blue-skied fairy tale land at all, however. They were in a city filled with the trappings of culture. Hordes of people busily walked in the streets, while nearby factories were loudly at work. There were printing factories, toy factories, handicrafts factories and so on—clearly a large variety. The main difference from other cities was that all the people walking down the streets were actually tiny fairies.
The sky was quite overcast with no sunlight to be seen, but the streetlights forever provided lighting. The fairies didn't construct a miniature city for their tiny sizes—it was human-sized, instead. This was mostly because there were other species working here. Muscular giant pixies, which were two meters tall but had slack-jawed expressions that indicated their lack of intelligence, were the tiny fairies' distant relatives as well as their protectors.
This mystical city wasn't located in the Mortal Plane—it was in the little-known Grayshadow Plane. The fairies didn't fear death as they gathered information throughout all of Eich because they weren't actually capable of dying in the Mortal Plane. Their bodies in the other Planes were, in fact, a special type of shadow negative energy projection. If any fairy met with danger, all they needed to do was cancel their projection.
However, this didn't mean that they were undying. They had special bodies capable of living in such a negative energy Plane as they themselves were a combination of energy and life. Fairies were actually an abnormal species made of half energy and half life power. They were like other lifeforms' shadows, and they needed to have other species recognize and know about them to provide them with an energy similar to the power of belief, which would allow them to remain "alive." Otherwise, they'd become nothing more than decayed corpses.
They also needed to constantly replenish this type of special energy. Eating food wouldn't provide them this energy—they were capable of eating actual food but could only taste it. If a fairy said he was starving, this meant he was about to die.
That was why, from ancient times to present, other species had gotten accustomed to these little fairies that were seemingly everywhere, always making the news. In fact, other species even believed them to be members of the Mortal Plane. The fairies also gradually mastered the artform of "keeping a constant presence" in front of the other species in the Mortal Plane.
The fairies were by far the most skilled at establishing information networks and merchant associations even in the most dangerous of locations. The fact that the news and advertising industries were so well developed in Eich was also thanks to the fairies. However, even every other news industry added together wouldn't compare to the fairies' news. No ordinary species could compare to how the fairies could instantly gather information across dimensions.
Of course, in order to constantly remind other species of their presence, they would modify and publish or even create their own legends and stories. And they intentionally gave all the branch offshoots of the fairy species opportunities to appear in such stories, such as the tiny pixies, prankster fairies, shadow monsters and so on[1]. And when fairies discovered that children were the best providers of the "recognition energy" that they required to exist, they established special teams to scare children. There were even great fairies in charge of giving well-behaved children presents at the end of the year just like in a certain legend, the reason why fairies had many toy factories working all year round.
This pudgy Dark Fairy named Blake was the third biggest boss in this city. He owned four toy factories, two printing factories and more than ten magazines, newspapers and editing departments. The "recognition energy" he obtained was more than enough for him to take care of several thousand fairies under him. And as someone who liked to look cool on the surface, he had more than ten wives, among them which included tiny fairies, giant pixies, and even humans and elves from the Mortal Plane.
Why was it said he liked to look cool on the surface? A half energy lifeform like a fairy would have a different way of reproducing compared to normal lifeforms. Fairies would undergo splitting after their energy was filled, and their newly split off child fairy would be completely unrelated to the original fairy. Blake's so-called wives were only capable of providing a tiny amount of recognition energy for him.
And right now this powerful fairy was frustrated. He swore on his beard—the beard he hadn't shaved in 3,000 years—that his business was having the greatest trouble it ever met.
"What? It's fine if our 'food producing' information and news industries don't have any problems, but as my vice general manager, you're too shortsighted. I'm beginning to consider if I should have you fired and replaced."
"I'm sorry—I'm so sorry, Boss! Please tell me what I should do."
Although he knew that his fellow fairies couldn't provide him with food energy, Blake loved to see his subordinates view him with such fear and deference. Blake took a big puff on his cigar and blew several smoke rings before speaking up in a vicious tone.
"Hmph! If it wasn't that an idiot like you has been working under me for 100 years, I would have already done so. You see, the daily necessities business is booming in the Mortal Plane and leisure goods' sales are greatly decreasing. Plus, there are so many species and powerful individuals suddenly popping up after disappearing for a long time. This means a seasonal calamity is about to arrive—a great famine!"
"A great famine?"
Blake's prankster fairy subordinate Albert was rather confused at hearing this. The Mortal Plane was going to have a famine? Or could it be that…?
"We fairies will meet with a famine?"
"Yeah. As long as those foolish veterans start their so-called Holy War, the Mortal Plane's overall population will decrease by a lot. This will also decrease the amount of food energy our species can obtain. Based on records from the past, our population will also decrease at the same proportion as the Mortal Plane."
From a certain standpoint, the fairies' population was directly proportional to the Mortal Plane's population. X amount of humans would be required to sustain each fairy's required recognition energy. If the Mortal Plane's population decreased, the fairies would naturally decrease by the same proportion.
"Equal proportion?"
"In the previous great famine, only 3.7% of our entire fairy species survived. And late into the previous great famine, we even started raising a large number of humans just to supply us with food energy. This meant that probably less than 3% of all humans managed to survive the previous major Holy War."
As one of the incredibly few old fairies who had survived the previous great famine, Blake had long since lost track of how many fairy children had split off from his body. However, just his memories of how bones covered the ground everywhere made him instinctively afraid.
It was only natural for a war which could change which species ruled the world to be catastrophic.
"SO YOU'RE SAYING THAT ONLY 3% OF US WILL SURVIVE THIS TIME AS WELL!!"
*Boom!*
Albert reacted with a terrified shout, causing the other fairies to look in his direction. As a result, old Blake directly fired his dwarven rifle at Albert without saying even a word.
Albert inhaled a cold breath as he felt the bullet scratch his cheek. He immediately calmed down and kneeled on the ground in surrender.
Only now did he recall that his boss's greatest pet peeve was meaninglessly shouting out loud. The previous giant pixie servant who had shouted like that had his true body directly sent to the Mortal Plane. It was unknown what exactly had happened to him, but he had definitely died.
Blake spat on the ground when he saw that he missed. However, he didn't fire his gun a second time. He was rather superstitious and believed that since his subordinate was lucky enough to avoid the bullet, there was no longer any need to shoot him again. This would be wasting the other person's excellent luck.
"'Lucky brat, I hope you're a three this time.' Now you know the origins of this saying among our species which means wishing luck upon others. Don't have such a bitter expression. This time, all of us old ones won't be stupid enough to just sit back and watch. At the very least, we'll try our best to think of ideas to have more humans survive. Tell every single department manager to come here. We need to think of something. The main priority is to tell the humans just how serious things are. Armageddon is right before them."
"But… what are we supposed to do…? Even if we tell humans about it, they won't believe us, right…?"
"I think I really do need a new vice general manager. You're such an idiot!"
Old Blake pointedly stared at the fairy reporters and editors who were now busying themselves with work again. Only then did Albert have a sudden realization.
"You're saying we should publish a special edition? So that we can tell the humans that they're in big trouble?"
"Yep. This will be our information analysis. After so many years, we have a great mastery over the humans' news and information industry. Just letting this mastery sit back and do nothing would be a waste. Tell all my employee fairies that I'll pay them three times their normal salary for overtime tonight. We must absolutely have a report finished about the humans' troubles by tomorrow morning. We're going to rush out a special edition!"
[1] English really lacks monster vocabulary… Have I mentioned before that there's like eight synonyms in Chinese just for the word "monster?


This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.
“Let’s look at the daily quests today… it’s the damned choose one-of-two-options-type again. Destroy a town with a population of 30,000 people or above; reward: 10,000 evil points. Steal lollipops from 3 children; reward: 1 evil point. If neither of the quests is completed, then 2 points will be deducted.”
“Tsk! You think I’m stupid? If I really destroyed a town, a crusade of Myth-ranked Holy Knights would definitely come hunting me down. Even if I earned the points, there wouldn’t be any life left in me to spend them. I better just go be a kindly lollipop bandit.”
I’ve already had enough of being a notorious lich. Who says a lich can’t be a good person? I’m definitely going to beat this damned system and be an upright and dignified good man.

(Regaleon's POV)
"But still this war is a big hurdle for me. And also my future wife has been captured by my enemies." I gave a sigh. "Problems are still coming one after another."
"That is what a king would have to go through but I am sure you will do well." George said. "My son is also working for you I have heard. That unruly kid has grown up to make the right choices haha. As I recall he was in Jennova to retrieve your fiancée."
"Yes, about that. What I called you for is about her." I said. "It is about the prophecy of the chosen one from the royal blood line of Atlantia."
"I have heard that your fiancée is the daughter of King Edward of Alvannia. And her mother was just a maid from the palace." George said. "But judging by her features, she has the looks of the royal blood of Atlantia."
"What you said is correct." I replied. "Princess Alicia is the third princess of Alvannia between King Edward and his legal concubine Leticia." I looked at George with seriousness. With mentioning Alicia's mother's name, I am sure George will connect the dots.
"My word, Leticia you say. Then she is one of the twin daughters of the mad king." George said. "Hah, what are the odds to know that the royal blood of Atlantia still exists in this continent."
"Not only that, the queen of Jennovia is Leticia's twin sister Patricia. It is said that her son the crown prince is of pure blood, born from their elder brother the crown prince of Atlantia and Princess Patricia herself."
George's eyes widened in shock. He has been wandering the continent for research but of course such information has been hidden deep. If not for my great information network, I wouldn't know these secrets as well.
"Then that means the royal blood still exists, it just means the incident before may happen again." I can see fear in George's eyes.
George has seen the Great War with his own eyes. He has seen the bloodshed and the death tolls the war brought because of the forbidden magic. A whole country sank to the bottom of the see because of this.
"I hear that the queen of Jennovia plans to resurrect that forbidden magic you have researched for." I said.
"No, she must not do such a thing!" George was clearly agitated with this information. "That forbidden magic was frightening, it cannot be controlled. It can destroy even all this whole continent."
"I understand your worries Geo. I also think the same." I said. "But she is blinded with revenge and hatred. I am afraid she will not yield to you requests."
George started to walk around with agitation.
"No, this power must not be unearthed once more. It will only bring destruction." George said. "Even the mad king wasn't able to control such destructive power. Even his son the crown prince tried to control it after seeing his father's failed efforts, but he was not able to succeed. Only the chosen one can yield such destructive power."
I stood up and patted the agitated George's shoulder to calm him down.
"You said 'only the chosen one can yield its power'. Then how can one know that he or she was the chosen one?" I asked.
George stopped in his tracks and held his chin in thought. It may be years ago but I hope he can remember his research when he was still young.
"It has been years ago and the materials I used in those research are gone. But what I can remember is that the chosen one will be born from the royal blood line of Atlantia." George explained.
"Is there a specific criterion to be the chosen one? And where does this chosen one story originated?" I asked the questions that was bugging me. "I have heard about the bed time story or was it a fairy tale when I was a child, about the chosen one and the almighty being. My mother had told me about it."
George looked at me and sighed. He took his seat again and so as I. He clasped his hands and looked at me seriously.
"The bed time story that Atlantains tell their children came from a myth." George started. "I guess you have heard about the powerful being giving abundant life to this continent and its inhabitants."
"Yes, that is what it is stated in the fairy tale." I replied.
"This almighty and powerful being was said to be the founder of the Atlantian country. The Atlantians was given magical powers saying that we were his descendants. But the truth is he was the very first king of Atlantia. It is true that his origins are unknown but his achievements are widely known."
I looked at George seriously. At least he can remember about the myth and the truth behind it. It seems that there is more to the story of this almighty being and the chosen one.
"It was said that this continent was first just a barren land and living here was rough and hard. The almighty being came from who knows where, having the power to manipulate all the different kinds of elements. He was able to bring life to this barren continent and the people living here looked up to him. The almighty being taught the people different kinds of knowledge and governing. As time passed the continent was divided into four countries and three is still maintained in present day. Atlantia on the other hand was founded by the almighty being. The people that followed him, he gifted with magic abilities."
"It was gifted? Is that why our magic abilities are nothing compared to the royal family of Atlantia?" I asked.
"Yes. The royal family of Atlantia is the direct descendants of the almighty being. They have the blood of the almighty running thru their veins." George explained.
I was deep in thought once more. The information George was talking about is the founding of this continents four countries. The history books of every nation don't date that far long ago. They only started with the founding of the nations and the founding family monarchs.
And to think this almighty being was the one that founded Atlantia and bestowed his subjects with magic abilities and his descendants have much more powerful magic powers.
"Is that why the royal family of Atlantia practiced incest?" I concluded. "Do they believe purer blood means more powerful magic?"
"You are correct." George nodded. "The royal family of Atlantia, because of their direct linage with the almighty being, was afraid there magic powers will weaken if they copulated with others. Well not all of them practiced incest. Some got married with other Atlantians. They were regarded as the branch families. Your mother was of the branch family. Your blood may not be pure as the almighty being's but I am sure you have a more ample amount of magical powers than other Atlantians have."
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Book 1: The Forgotten Princess
Alicia Rosalyn Von Heist is the youngest daughter of King Edward of Alvannia. She is an illegitimate child born from a maid in the castle her father has fancied. After her mother died when she was young her father took her home and ‘adopted’ her.

Because of her low birth and illegitimacy she was neglected by her father the king and bullied by her stepmother the queen and her step-siblings.

When she was 16 years old a war broke out with the neighboring country of Grandcrest. The war lasted for two long years and the two countries have made a truce at the end. The Grandcest empire demanded a princess to be married to the young king. It is said that the king of Grandcrest specifically asked for the hand of Alicia.

Alicia was 18 years old when she was sent to Grandcrest as the fiancee of the young king who was said to be a cold blooded evil tyrant, King Regaleon of the Grandcrest empire.

Book 2: The Chosen One
Alicia Rosalyn Von Heist who was The Forgotten Princess of Alvannia, had married Regaleon Yosef Astley of Grandcrest. Her journey had made her the empress of the new Astley Empire. The imperial couple were blessed with children, one who was the child of prophecy, The Chosen One Alphonse Astley.

Alphonse was raised with strict teachings and love by his parents and family together with his twin sister Aerith and younger brother Leonhart. He had been raised with a huge burden of the prophecy to bear. His journey will start in his beloved empire and going to other countries in different continents.

Will he be able to fulfill the prophecy that was foretold or will he be like his predecessor The Almighty One who was blindsided by love and was not able to unify east and west.   

Note: Cover photo from Pinterest.



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“Thank you, Your Royal highness. As the crisis unfolded on, however, these beings became crude and enraged because they were unable to grow even a single seed. Which is why the great beings created the first tribes of the ancients, based on the great being that rules life and sustenance. They were now known as elves, and at the time they could only obtain daily life from the living trees in the area. Since they were made purely for the purpose of nurturing them with this blessing. No longer after the giants saw them performing feats that they never could, they became upset. Soon afterward, as the giants figured out that destroying forests means killing them, they would scare them off, they would force the first ones to become helpless and weak to them, giants of the past, as they were being hunted by these highly territorial large creatures.” 

 

Everyone has become absolutely stunned, so he stopped and faced them. Neither of them can speak as they have been so fixated on listening to the sound of small gestures the royal guard is making, who has been narrating them with faith and confidence of such a story. After a moment of smiling at the blank faces of everyone else, he went on. 

 

“Since clearly, this gift was not accepted by the giants, they forced the barren lands to crack and separate from the mainland, this huge portion of territory that has been separated is now called Lunaria. The great beings who saw how our ancestors were afraid of them then poured their essence to the lands as a gift of independence and this causes our long life to complete the paradise without killing the trees. This essence that was poured is later known as mana.” 

 

Mana is sacred. Mana is life. That’s what is taught to them since the first day they learn to read and write their names. Even in the highlights of every gathering, there was always a prayer to say thanks for the greater beings who graced every magical being with the magical essence and without it, life would be much difficult. 

 

“I guess you are leaving some important details with your tale, Noll. How about us, dwarves then?” said the dwarven prince while holding his mug full of mead. “Ain’t it wrong to leave things as they are when clearly, your stories only focus on the origin of Elves?” 

 

“Right, Noll. As your prince, why don’t you tell us about the dwarves' creation too since you are as well versed with our origins as your father, the scribe.” asked the elven prince who is also confused about the holy book’s tale. 

 

“But, your highness. I uh—” 

 

"Oh, boy. Don't bother about it. Instead, I'm going to do it for you, Noll," said the dwarven prince as he put away his mug. "So, everyone knows that the giants and titans were the first around here, right? Indeed, the great beings saw the barbarous behavior of these creatures, so they realized sending them trees and seeds to grow is necessary as another option not to deplete their kind. Well, blah, blah, blah. However, the Elves were not the only one created at that time, the Dwarves and many others too. In any case, these same fairies were as important as they were, even if we are tasked with ploughing, striking and dampening the fields to improve the trees that the Elves develop. Elves, dwarves and those playful sprites, hand in hand to give this gift to the giants a purpose, but it turned out to be different.” He stopped and this time, the dwarves who had been drinking were gathering near the dwarf prince. 

 

 

"As we declared our way of life with the giants of this world, they became so closed-minded that they saw us as trespassers and began to chase our ancestors as food. Later, when the majority of the tribes were cornered at the edge of the earth, the land trembled as though the land was moving violently, and they were all quivering and pleading for the great beings to save them. It was then mentioned that the unexpected cracking was to separate the tribes of our predecessors from those barbarous monsters. Also, Luna and Aria were the two figureheads of our tribes that lead them, and that's why it's called Lunaria now." 

 

"I guess you've got it in you. So, how do you learn all about this, Chrysaor?" The Prince of Elves inquired. 

 

"Goodness, ha! I hope I didn't sound like the old scribe, do I? HAHAHAHA In any case, I guess it pays off reading all those restricted books your kind stashed at the back of the library. I don’t really mind being highborn but the books that they taught us were flawed compared to what I read and learned. Luckily, they were not burned.” 

 

He considers it his 'advantage', because as a royal himself, he can seamlessly slip into and out of the palace with Oberon whenever he desires to. So when the matter of restricted books is tightly controlled, it's not really barricaded. That's also why he can get in and out of the prohibited section of the library. 

 

"If you say that you have a credible source of history. What are you waiting for, then?” 

 

Urged with his curiosity, the prince of Elves stared at him while all the other royal dwarf guards arrived in a semi-circle around most of them. It's not exactly a complete mystery for Elves and Dwarves to have a little disagreement of sovereignty when there are two royals who are both battling for the throne. It's really not that threatening, though, to the point that lives have been taken. Fairy folk are still respectful of the blessing of life. 

 

"By the gifts of the Gods, how ignorant you are, Ron!" He called for another mug of warm mead. This time, another dwarf, a royal guard brought him another keg of mead and moved another wood to the open fire. 

 

"Despite being unwilling about your reports and tasks. I believe you're not just doing the lazy work, huh. Since you are reading all those old books all yourself. So, go on, chap. Don't you be hesitant about this one now.” 

 

"Oh, boy. Who says I wouldn't do what the scribe is telling me, too? I am also preparing as I am a royal heir myself.” He then crossed his arms with a smug look on his face and added, “Alright, then. Since the great beings saw the event as a troubling matter for both tribes, a blessing then was bestowed to our ancestors, the essence of sustaining their lives independently and the gift of letting seeds prosper without their care. However, these great beings are not yet done, they have also been granted one more blessing, and that is longevity. If one can make the tree live longer, one can survive like your tree lived. That's why every last elf and dwarf has had a long life, because our ancestors have taken care of our trees as important as their lives. Dwarves and elves were dependent at some point, you know?” 

 

“Oh! That still didn’t explain the golden goblet, Chrysaor.” 

 

Still unmoved by the tale of the Prince of Dwarf, he asked him about their mission. It was indeed a different story from the people from outside the realm who came and learnt about it . It was never intended to be a story that they wanted to spread, but what began as a story became a mission of the fools and a mission that became the object of the many that ferociously challenged the horizons of each and every possible way upon this entire territory— the Holy Grail. 

 

“And impatient you are. The Golden Goblet of Agarath or what humans call the Holy Grail is also a relic that holds the divine power of the Deity of Light. It was the winged beings of the sky that told our ancestors to keep for the time being. At first, they thought that it is only one shiny little goblet that the first chieftains used to share but then they realized that it was more than that. Since chieftains were usually the first to look for a place to grow crops and trees, they were the first to be wounded. However, whenever they went home and celebrated for another day of work, they would get the goblet and use it. From there they would be healed instantly and once the great beings knew about its whereabouts, they cursed the chieftains’ family to be devoured by the same magical essence that provided us life. That is our curse, you know. The curse of the royal families.” 

 

“Why are they even cursed? They were only keeping the things that they didn’t know were so powerful, right? I am sure they didn’t even know that along with its restorative power, an extension to their lives would be added.” He scoffed, clearly, he does not agree with it. 

 

To elves, the curse was placed on them because of their irresponsible action not to be able to guard the golden goblet the winged beings entrusted with them and that it was a punishment for them to reflect from. It was taught by the scribe that once they can retrieve it, redemption will come. 

 

"That's right, Ron. A generation later, while everyone enjoys the bounty of blessings the fairy people have received and the giants have learnt to coexist, there appears to be a battle in the sky not so long afterward where the winged beings lived. Until, one day, a massive amount of thunder broke down from the heavens and struck the entire continent. Some claimed it was to punish the barbarous giant tribes who continued to consume their own fruit, but it was just the beginning of all the curse. They're all cursed. Not just us." 

 

"You sound insane right now. You know that, yes? Even amongst the Holy Books, there was no mention of other curses. Are you making this up, Chrysaor?” 

 

“Ha! I hope I did. That aside, ain’t that relic your people spoke about already taken by somebody since someone reported that it was seen? How are we to steal that from them then?” 

 

“If we can still persuade the humans to give up the magical item over to the rightful owner then I don’t think there is a problem of stealing it from them. Negotiations are highly necessary when it comes to this type of concern.” 

 

“There is no rightful owner of the holy grail, you know. Not that they are living in this realm, and what if they don’t give it up?” 

 

“It’s not a question of giving it up if it’s not the Holy Grail but when it comes to that and they are not easily persuaded then we’ll sort it out by doing a duel.” 

 

Duel. As what aristocrats do to sort things out. Since humans were able to get the idea of aristocracy by the fairy folks to keep order, the elven prince was certain that they still knew the etiquette of acquiring authority from that object. 

 

“Here you go again sorting with violence!” rebuked by the Prince of Dwarves to his equal. To him, gaining authority doesn’t mean to assert violence to the other party. 

 

However, as far as the Prince of Elves is concerned, it is the other way around. 

 

“Where is the honour of stealing?” he answered sarcastically. 

 

“Uh…” 

 

“I’ll go get a rest now. Noll, make sure to wake us up when it is our time to guard.” 

 

Yes, your highness.” 

††† 

 



Growing up from a wide and remote area in the south-east of the Kingdom, Twig - a 13-year-old boy whose primary task is to collect firewood from the forests, learned a tale about a recently found cave in the middle of the forest that is motivated to explore. Upon arriving near the entrance to the cave, he was drawn by a mysterious force and miraculously survived the incident that led him to a beautiful, perilous, and dangerous hidden world. Little did he know that this is where he'd learn magic, and as a side benefit, he will establish a pact with a supernatural companion who'd let him conquer the domain. 

Shocked yet excited, little Twig returned to his normal life, where everything had changed. To his disbelief, he found that nothing in the past seemed to be the same thing as it was. People grew up in an alarming instant, and he's still a little kid. He wanted to leave and search for the rest of his immediate family, but would that be all? Will he overcome all that has been learned and realize that his universe is indeed powered by magic?

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For the remainder of the morning Jack discussed with Jadelere how he wanted to proceed moving forward. To begin with, he requested access to all sorts of literature far beyond his syllabus; mostly consisting of history and politics as well as a few tomes on introduction to cultivation so that he could have a solid grasp on the standards of this world.

They then had lunch together with Adras and Ichabod. The adults purposefully avoided the topic of Jack having crippled meridians, almost as if it were painful for them to even mention it. Interestingly, Ichabod spoke to Jadelere about an acquaintance of his and inquired as to whether he'd sent off a letter to them. To this, Jadelere grimaced, looked at Jack, and replied that he'd sent a missive in the early hours of the morning, just as the sun had risen.

In the middle of their meal, Leah came to make a report about the night-time patrol. She remarked having heard a strange roar in the manor's land but later investigations proved fruitless. She added that she suspected an imp or a fairy may have intruded upon Ichabod's lands, but she admitted to having no evidence to support her claim. 

The news left Ichabod concerned and he ordered a doubling of the patrols for the next fortnight in case the person or creature responsible returned. He also added that news had spread across the city that Redris Calles' youngest son had been attacked by an imp and left beaten on the road; maybe the two events were linked. There were also rumours of a pixie having been spotted jumping across Groamburk's rooftops during the night.

Jack had to force back the urge to spit a mouthful of blood when he heard Leah and Ichabod's conversation. Firstly, the boy was exaggerating as Jack had never beat him up, merely pushed him onto the floor. Secondly, how was he an imp or a fairy? It was bad enough that he'd been seen, albeit briefly, during his late-night trip; now he had to deal with being associated with that image? 

Jack didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Truly, he had been far too careless.

After lunch, Jack found an excuse for him and Ichabod to have a walk together through the city of Groamburk; mostly under the guise that he'd been cooped up for a long time and he wanted to hear the old accountant's stories of the city. Ichabod readily agreed and had a few guards assigned to the duo to accompany them on their walk.

Although Jadelere didn't know the reasoning behind Jack's decision to walk around Groamburk, he wouldn't believe it if someone told him that Jack had no ulterior motives behind his actions.

The walk went well. They mostly went around the nearby streets and Jadelere constantly explained the history behind this or that shop. He was a veritable source of interesting anecdotes and fascinating smidgens of local lore. Even the two guards entrusted with protecting them couldn't help but chuckle at one or two of his factoids, which ultimately earned them a harsh scolding from Jadelere.

It was his way of venting his frustrations from having to interact with Jack for too long. The poor guards were merely the victims of circumstance.

Jack eventually managed to lead Jadelere and the two guards towards the abandoned workshop that he'd discovered on the previous night and he inquired as to its origins. Jadelere explained it history to him, albeit showing hints of nervousness.

"This is an odd place with an even stranger tale to it." Half-whispered Jadelere. "Many years ago, before even I or Ichabod were born, it belonged to a rather peculiar man with an amazing talent for forging. His name was Klaus, and there was no one in the entire kingdom who could best him with a hammer and an anvil. Such was his degree of skill that some said there was dwarven blood in his veins.

"One day, the King of Tambor graced Groamburk with his presence and visited the Klaus' smithy. He demanded that Klaus come to serve him at the palace. A great honour for many; but not for Klaus. Klaus refused the King's command, incurring the King's wrath. However, his kingly status didn't allow him to lay a hand on the smith for no good reason. But the King was cunning, and so he made a wager with Klaus, a bet so complicated that no one could beat it.

"He told Klaus: 'Your skills are famed all over the Empire, and your hammer strikes at the essence of forging. Make Us a knife, that is not a knife, that is sharp enough to cut stone when wielded by a feeble hand. If you succeed, honour and riches comparable to Our Kingdom's capital will be yours; if you fail, your forge will be forfeit and you will fall under Our service for ten years. You have one month to succeed.' 

"It was a malicious gamble, and one many thought that Klaus could not best. However, the King dared not leave a single chance to the whims of fate, and so he proposed that Klaus' work be judged publicly by all the citizens of Groamburk and the surrounding regions. Many travellers swarmed the city in that month, none of whom had any intention of contradicting the King, for he was known for his… peculiar sense of justice.

"Finally, the day arrived when Klaus had to unveil the knife that wasn't a knife. He marched out of his workshop carrying a strange bundle which he handed to the King. The King, smiling for he felt victory to be in his grasp, opened the bundle only to reveal a spoon! The crowd roared in laughter as if the funniest joke in the world had just been told. Even the king himself barely managed to contain himself. Imagine it; here was a crowd of thousands to witness the King of Tambor unveil a spoon.

"But Klaus wasn't joking.

"He took the spoon back from the King and used it to carve a few lines against the stone threshold of his workspace. The spoon slashed through the stone like a warm knife cuts through butter. The crowd went silent in wonderous awe! Klaus turned to the King and said "Here is your knife, that is not a knife, that is sharp enough to cut through stone whilst wielded by a feeble hand'. Then he calmly walked back into his workshop as if nothing important had just happened.

"The King had been defeated, but there was no talk of the promised reward. No one even dared mention it. The crowd left and, soon after, so did the King. However, a few days later, Klaus' dead body was recovered just outside Groamburk's walls. The culprit was never found, although many theories have been made; in the late hours of the night, obscured by shadows and shared over frothy mugs of ale.

"Later, many tried to claim this workshop and turn it into their own, but the furnace never once worked again and whoever bought this plot of land would suddenly face bouts of incredible misfortune. Soon, people came to believe that this place was cursed and no one dared enter it again.

"And that is the tragic story of this once great forge, now rotting in the heart of Groamburk's southern district."

What an interesting tale. At least it explains why no one came to investigate the sounds of my training last night. Thought Jack when Ichabod finished his tale. The popular belief that this place is cursed will give me an added layer of intangible protection that simply cannot be ignored. I want this place.

--

Jack didn't want to reveal his intentions to Jadelere straight away and so didn't say anything for the rest of the walk. Once they returned to the Hare manor, he confronted the old accountant in his study.

"I need you to purchase that workshop." He said going straight to the point.

"What workshop?"

"The cursed one."

"Get fucked!" Angrily shouted Jadelere. "Just out of curiosity, though, why do you want it?"

"To train."

"Then get another one."

"I like that one."

"It's cursed."

"Neither you nor I believe in curses."

"Abyss take me and have me boiled in tar, children your age are usually afraid of the monsters hiding under their bed!"

"If you keep mentioning the Abyss so much, one day it might come and actually take you."

"The Abyss isn't real, young Jack Hare, it's just something made up to scare little children into obeying their parents."

How wrong you are, Jadelere. Jack said to himself bitterly. I know the Abyss very well.

"Still, I want that workshop."

"Give me one reason why I should purchase it for you."

"Leah seems nice." Began Jack, to which Jadelere could only look at the boy quizzically and wonder where he wanted to go with that comment. "I'll have a chat with her, soon, and maybe I should show her the extent of the rich vocabulary I've learned under your care. Perhaps I should start with the rather visual wordplay of lady parts?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Jadelere's face became pale with fright and he could feel blood threatening to leave through his mouth. If Jack mentioned even half a words of his cursing to Leah, she would castrate him without an ounce of regret and Ichabod would even stand behind her and support her actions.

"I do dare and I will do it." Countered Jack. "Unless you buy that workshop and allow me to do whatever I want with it without asking any questions."

"If I do this, will you promise to never let Leah know about my cursing?"

"I'll consider your debt to me repaid, and I will never threaten you like this again." Promised Jack.

"Divines damn it, you're a monster!"

"This again?" Sighed Jack. "I'm no more of a monster than you are."

Betrayed and murdered, he spent an eternity battling in the armies of the Abyss until he was given a new chance on life.

"Huh? What kind of magic app game needs a computer in order to do a thing?", RJ couldn't help but think as he stared at the notification screen. As if detecting his thoughts, the text on the screen suddenly changed.

[One that needs way more power and memory than what this dinky phone can supply], it read.

"..."

[...]

"Hah! It sasses back!", Tatterhood said with a chuckle.

"Okay, so the app is sentient, of course it is...", RJ grumbled as he looked for a phone cable. After a moment of searching his drawers, he came back to a new message on the screen.

[You seem surprisingly nonchalant about this].

"In the span of a day, I was almost eaten by an ogress, rescued by a fairy tale, thrown into a lake sized soup pot and fought a flaming rat monster. At this point I'm expecting the dead to walk", RJ retorted as he plugged in the phone.

[Connection to desktop established. Hardware...is sufficient. Spirit Garden feature has been unlocked. Would you like to access your Spirit Garden]?

"...did it just sass me about my computer?", RJ thought. Ignoring the comment for the time being, RJ clicked [Yes].

A familiar feeling came over him as reality warped for him for the third time today. However, the warp came so fast that he didn't even have time to complain.
_________________________________________
"Huh...that was quick", RJ commented as he suddenly popped into existence. Taking in his surroundings he saw...nothing, well...not nothing.

The area around him wasn't a black void that left him floating nowhere, rather it appeared the space around him was a mild blueish and shifting around him like an ocean of energy. Meanwhile, he was left standing on some kind of invisible platform.

A moment later, Tatterhood shimmered into existence in her usual garb, her goat by her side.

"This is your garden? It's rather barren", Tatterhood commented as she looked around.

"Well, yeah. There's no World E-", RJ began to retort.

[Welcome to your Spirit Garden], a voice suddenly chimed in and interrupting him.

"Gya, magic voice!", RJ exclaimed at the sudden audio shock.

[The Spirit Garden is a pocket dimension accessible only to you, your familiars and, currently, up to one guest], the voice told RJ. At the mention of the word ,"familiars", a pair of metallic cards appeared out of the space. The cards shattered a second after, and the Zouyu and Wolf-Headed Ogress shimmered into being next to Tatterhood. After the two came into being, the Zouyu proceeded to hop onto RJ's head while the ogress laid down on its back in a lazy manner.

"Oh, so this is where you guys went?", RJ asked.

"Meow".

"Yes".

[In order to unlock the full potential of your Spirit Garden, please select a World Egg].

The space in front of RJ began to wobble and change as a large digital catalogue of eggs formed in front of him. In the upper right corner was a search bar, while the upper left had a drop-down filter menu.

"Wait a minute, isn't this part usually randomized?", RJ asked the voice. Back inside the Hell Pot, RJ read up a myriad of systems and features that were a part of the [Grimmemoria] app, among which was the information on what a [World Egg] was.

The idea of the "World Egg" was surprisingly global myth, with origins ranging from China to Persia to Africa. The general idea of it, is that the whole universe came from an egg that just appeared out of nowhere. From there, either a creator deity popped out of it and made the universe or the universe just hatches from it.

In the context of Spirit Gardens, miniature World Eggs are used to help establish their overall structure, capabilities and comfort for familiars. However, mages had no say in what [World Egg] they would be given to start with!

From what RJ read, this randomness was supposed to foster adaptability, expand cultural horizons and encourage mages to grow regardless of whether or not their chosen [World Egg] was incompatible with their abilities. Personally, he thought the force behind it was just bored and wanted to see what happened.

[Normally this process is random, but due to the user's handling of the {Corruption} incident, it was determined that the user would be given the ability to choose how their Spirit Garden develops], the voice informed him.

"Huh... alright. You guys have any opinions?", RJ asked Tatterhood and the rest of his familiars as he began to look through the catalogue of eggs.

[Aren't you sick being a side character?]

[Welcome to Grimmemoria, gather the stories, histories and memories of the world and rewrite your story].

Those were the words I read before beginning this game.

King Arthur vs King Artoria.

Sun Wukong vs Goku

Fafnir vs Godzilla?!

Stories are merely words, it's the reader who gives them meaning.

Art by Moaxji, check outer her Twitter for the not compressed version of this cover.

https://twitter.com/moxaji_

HEADS UP, THIS BOOK IS NOW CONTRACTED, SO THERE MIGHT BE ANOTHER VERSION POPPING UP. THAT WILL BE THE ONE GETTING UPDATES.

I pointed my hand towards the guy with a pink hair and white scarf as it suddenly glowed more fiercely. I covered my glowing hand with my sleeve.


"I see it's in him!"

I look closer as I saw he had two more companions blond girl and a talking winged cat. 

But looking at the weird cat made the biologist in me tingle. The thought of dissecting the cat figuring out how the wings are in place and how it has vocal cords made me excited.


......

"Natsu I feel like someone's watching me."

"Don't worry Happy its probably just because you're hungry."

......



I followed them from afar as I tried to hide among the crowd.


After a while, they stopped at a large castle with the huge logo of the Fairy Tail guild.



"It seems I'm really gonna have to enter this guild."






They walked in as I started to hear furniture breaking.


Bang!


"You lied about that salamander!"

"Why did you do that?!"

'I'm gonna have to wait for things to calm down.'


After a few minutes, things finally calmed down. 


I walked inside as hall filled with broken furniture and guys knocked out came to view.


A bunch of people was still fighting and there's even a naked guy. And there's even a girl who's chugging down alcohol as if it was air.



click! clack! click! clack!


My footsteps echoed throughout the hall as everyone quieted down.


......



As if the temperature of the room decreased as a hooded fellow walked inside.

.......

The pink haired boy with a white scarf approached me as he was sizing me up.


'I can't wait to open you up and extract Surtr's blood.'

I smiled.


"How can I help you?"


"None of your business pinky."


"What did you just called me?"


His expression changed as he was about to punch me.


"Ok now let's not hurt a stranger shall we."

Suddenly a white-haired girl blocked the pink haired boy. She looked to be on her early twenties with a red dress that made her figure even more pronounced.


"What can I do for you, sir? Are here to submit a mission or perhaps join our guild?"


I pulled down my hood as I revealed my face. I smiled at her as I spoke.


"I want to join this guild!"

The room quieted down.....


"No, I'm a real man! I'm a man!"

I saw a large tan skinned fellow with a scar on his face laying down on the floor looking at me.


"So you want to enter fairy tale huh! Then you have to go through me first."


A naked fellow with a blue guild mark on his right pictorial spoke while a blue magic circle on his hand appeared.



It seems that I made all the men my enemy.


"Grey STOP! 

follow me to my office."

A small old man suddenly appeared holding a cane looked at me.



I smiled at them as I waved at the white-haired beauty.



A few seconds later we arrived outside the door he walked in as I did. 

Bang!

Once where inside the door closed instantly at my back.


"So what are you? I know you're not human."

He spoke in a serious tone while looking at me.


"A talking cat a girl with a soul of an ancient demon a kid that's clearly has something hiding inside him and an astral projection of some sort. I Argus Geryon think I'll blend in just fine."


He looked at me with a shocked expression as he laughed.


"HAHAHA, I see you'll fit right in indeed. Mirajane!"


"Yes, guild master!"

The white-haired beauty from awhile ago came.


"Mark him with the guild insignia. From now on Argus will be a member of the guild."


She took out a stamp as she spoke to me.

"What color and where do you want it? Please, not in explicit areas."

"Ok then."

I took my jacket and shirt as I exposed my back to her.


"I like the color black."

"Ow...oK."

She stumped my back as a black flame in the shape of the guild's insignia was left on my back.



"Welcome to the guild Argus follow me as I'll introduce you to everyone."

"Sure."

I followed her downstairs as the sound of furniture breaking and people fighting could be heard.  


"Guys welcome the second member that joined today Argus Geryon!"


"Welcome to fairy tail Argus."


"We are family now."

"So what kind of magic do you use?"


"I'm a Silver Dragon Slayer."

I said nonchalantly.

"Whaaat!"
.........      

Knock! Knock!


Haaa!


I instantly woke up from my sleep as I heard a knocking on my door.


"Who's there?"

"It's me."


I walked towards the door as I opened it.


"I want to talk to you about something!"


My guess was right it was Erza herself.


"Sure come in."

I said.



She walked in as she suddenly armed her sword.

"Step back there's a huge snake underneath your bed."

She dashed towards Jörmungandr as she was prepared to kill it.


Jörmungandr who was just enjoying his sleep was shocked as she saw the red haired lady was charging at him.


".....Armaments... Stop!"


Two spears came flying in front of her forming an X blocking her path.


"That's my companion Jörmungandr."

She instantly stopped as she looked at me.


"I'm sorry then."

Jörmungandr who just saw the whole thing was left shaking as he imagined what would have happened if I didn't block her.


She canceled her spell as she set on the bed as if she owns the place. She crossed her legs as I caught a glimpse of her white panties.




"I want a rematch. I only lost two days ago because I didn't use advanced spells. Did you color your hair?"


She spoke confidently as she started to pet Jörmungandr.


Jörmungandr, on the other hand, was shaking in fear as he was being touched gently by Erza.



I looked in the mirror as I saw a small group of my turning white.


'Hair color change micro wrinkles sore joints. I'm aging fast why? Why?'


I looked at her again as she was waiting for my answer.'That's it! I'm aging faster as my body can't produce cells more efficiently. 


If I want to live longer then I'm gonna have to have only one kind of cell in my body.'


I looked at her as a brilliant idea came to me as I smirked.


"I agree but for one condition."



She smiled as she said.

"Sure what condition?"


"I want to do some research on your body! But I swear I won't do anything you won't like."


"That's if you won, what if I won then?"


"How about I follow you for a year or two as a servant."

I spoke in a confident tone.


"No! How about you tell me all your secrets on why do you have dragon blood and your origins."

I thought about for a while as I spoke.


"Let's fight then I won't hold back this time."

"I won't aswell, meet me at the southern forest in an hour."

Atlas.
Are you willing to give up what you are for power?

Me.
Yes

Atlas.
From this day forward you will be my heir. Let my Hellfire burn within you.

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