High-Roller Fairy

What is life? What's its purpose? I'm sure I'm not the only one pondering this question as I basked in the morning sun.

This question has been asked since ancient times, from great sages from India to those oiled up Greek guys, I mean philosophers asked themselves this question their entire time.

Yet the question was never answered.

We humans just had to accept that answer to that question was not meant to us and moved on with our lives.

Still there were many theories why Life exists. Some say life is but all cycles of Karma and Dharma, some say we are just creation of God and our existence is for singing his praises, some say this is cycle of death and rebirth and other says that there is no purpose of human life.

Saying that Humans were just meat computers with bodies, once dead, bam, entire existence is over, eternal void.

But you see I have found the answer.

Yes, the universe has given me an answer. The purpose of my life was, shitty background life for my Isekai journey, as I found myself in this new world after my foot slipped and I fell from the bridge, straight headfirst into the river.

It was not a pleasant sensation.

"Lucas, what are you goofing on about this morning?" My sister's voice jolted me out of my contemplation, her tired yet annoyed tone signaling her disinterest.

I glanced back to see her, wrapped in nothing but a towel, her blonde hair practically glowing as she stifled a yawn.

I turned away quickly, not wanting to weird her out. Sure, she's hot, but we share the same blood now. Whoever came up with that "incest is wincest" crap deserves a one-way ticket to hell, seriously.

"Don't sweat it, Lucy," I replied, my excitement bubbling over. "I think I've stumbled upon the answer to life."

"I'm too tired for your nonsense this early little bro." Lucy said, as she wasn't having any of it, yawning her way to the bathroom like she hadn't heard a word I said. Typical Lucy.

As she disappeared into the bathroom, I couldn't shake this weird feeling. It's like this body was made for me in this new world as my personality matching perfectly with this body. Freaky, right?

Now let's accept the situation I'm in.

I kicked the bucket, woke up in some fantasy realm, initially clueless about my past life. Then bam, today rolls around, and my memories unlock without so much as a headache.

Suddenly, everything clicks into place.

Turns out, I've landed in the world of Fairy Tail. You know, the one packed to the brim with dark wizards, demons, monsters, and dragons? Oh, and let's not forget the cherry on top – gods. Yeah, they're floating around here too.

And I'm not trusting power of friendship and love to save my life.

As picturesque as it might seem on my old TV screen, reality here isn't all sunshine and rainbows, especially not for folks like me.

Why? Because I'm a muggle.

I let out a loud groan, cursing my luck. Here I am, stuck in a magical world without an ounce of magic coursing through my veins. But hey, at least I've got a solid physique under my belt, enough to dub myself a self-proclaimed Knight in training.

All to keep pace with my sister and her magical adventures.

No use crying over spilled milk now. Even if I don't possess some mystical golden ticket, I can't just throw in the towel and leave Lucy to fend for herself. Just because the world of manga and anime seemed peachy keen doesn't mean my presence won't stir up some trouble. You know, butterfly effect and all that jazz.

I gasped, clutching my chest as an intense burning sensation overtook me. Words, magical and mysterious, began etching themselves into the very core of my being.

Here is the golden finger you were whining about. Good Luck kid, my Grimoire has chosen you as my new successor. Try not to die, it would be the most embarrassing thing in the whole Omniverse. ​

Celestial Grimoire is connected with the host.

You are given 100 Celestial points.

Rolling....

You rolled: HAWKS OF MISKA Warhammer Fantasy: Kislev]

Cost 200 CP

Rolling failed, 100 CP banked.

Total CP 200

I let out a scream that could rival a little girl's, leaping up in shock and earning myself an earful from my sister that lasted for hours. But I finally understood my situation real clear, with my Golden ticket online.

For the first time since arriving in this new life, things were finally looking up. From worst-case scenario to potentially great, my situation had taken a turn for the better.

"Are you alright?" My sister inquired, her voice cutting through the bustling ambiance of Hargeon town's cobblestone streets. It was a quaint area, the nicer part of this port city.

"You were acting seriously weird, and that's saying something coming from you," she added, a teasing glint in her eye as she glanced over at me.

Clad in armor, I strutted alongside her, the weight of the dark orange plates deceptive. Thanks to some nifty enchantments, it was as light as a feather – no, scratch that, it was literally as light as a feather. Not bad for a muggle, huh?

Sure, I may lack any trace of magic in my body, but that didn't mean I couldn't rely on magical items to level the playing field. Plus, even without the memories of my past life, my previous self evidently had the foresight to dedicate some serious time to physical training.

The result? Eight-pack abs, baby.

And I can't take all the credits as Lucy and her spirits helped me immensely.

That aside as we strolled, heads turned in our direction, drawn by the sight of two blondes navigating the streets with ease. Our faces bore no blemishes or scars, not to mention our undeniable good looks. That was a thing as anyone with magic in their gene was beautiful or handsome than normies, unless they don't care of their bodies with hygiene in their mind.

Beside being muggle, My body still carried the magical blood from our parents. Not good as my sister, but it was still enough for me.

My sister had hit the genetic jackpot than me, boasting blonde locks paired with mesmerizing brown eyes, and let's not forget her most prized asset – a generous bust.

Meanwhile, I was essentially her male counterpart, sporting blue eyes inherited from our father and a mane of golden blonde hair. With a physique honed through relentless training, I resembled Naruto without headband, exuding an athletic prowess that left my past self in the dust. With every step, I effortlessly outclassed my former existence.

"I'm not the weirdo here, sis. They say in the eyes of a weirdo, the whole world looks weird," I retorted boldly, bracing myself for the inevitable backlash from the scariest creature known to mankind – the elder sister with mood swings.

"Oh, so I'm the weirdo now, huh?" Lucy shot back, a dark smile dancing on her lips as she ensnared me in a headlock. Despite her soft appearance, her body possessed a strength that belied its gentle facade, and I found myself struggling against her hold. Damn, magic is such a cheat. Her soft looking hand easily matched my hardened muscles.

After a brief tussle, we eventually relented, both laughing as we made our way to a nearby pub that once doubled as a café, indulging in a light breakfast.

This scenario had become all too familiar to us. After Lucy fled from home to escape our father's oppressive grasp – he wasn't exactly the kindest soul since Mom passed – she took me along, refusing to leave me behind to suffer alone.

He was trying to marry her off to some fat business man in his forties. I suggested murder as solution and Lucy chose running away after she beat me up because I suggested a murder.

For a kind soul, she sure is violent.

After that we were always on the move, always seeking new experiences in the kingdom of Fiore, where magical activity and sightings were aplenty, we were never bored.

Not to mention we often went on magical hunts whenever we heard rumor about any sighting for Celestial Spirit Keys. Main magical Item for Lucy's power. So this adventuring life had been fun as I glanced back at those memories.

Rolling.......

You rolled: [Thunder Tusk [400 - Warhammer Fantasy: Ogre Kingdoms]

Cost: 400 CP

Rolling failed, 100CP Banked

Total: 300CP

"Man, my luck must be scraping the bottom of the barrel," I muttered to myself, pondering whether or not I have E rank Luck. In Nasuverse, an E rank would equate to the luck of ten average humans, but here in the realm of Fairy Tail, personal stats systems were non-existent, with strength rankings being the sole measure of prowess.

Shaking off my thoughts, I turned to Lucy with a familiar inquiry. "So, what's on the agenda for today? Any jobs lined up?" It was our routine, after all. We needed to keep the coffers filled to continue our journey across the world.

"Negative," Lucy replied, a satisfied grin spreading across her face as she polished off her chicken leg, finishing her breakfast first, as usual.

"Today, my dear brother, we're taking a well-deserved break."

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Plus, word has it that the Salamander from Fairy Tail is in town." Her voice took on a dreamy quality. "I'm determined to snag his autograph!"

With a surge of determination, she rose from her seat, a fiery determination in her eyes. "Come on, Lucas, I'm going to make it happen!"

And then, just like that, she blushed like a schoolgirl. "Maybe I'll even ask him if he can help me join the Fairy Tail guild."

I let out a loud groan, already bracing myself for what was to come.

Seriously, canon already? What about those glorious prolonged time skips where I could acquire some overpowered abilities to breeze through this world?

Seems like Lady Luck has it out for me, big time.

And my second attempt to Fairy Tail fanfic is go. Y'all don't want to read the first attempt I did years ago, trust me.