Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

With a 'smack,' Yefrit grabbed the other person by the neck.

Miss.1 tilted her head back nonchalantly and said, "You can't crush me. I know you can't kill me in this state either, but you're definitely not as fast as me. As long as they can stop you, I can catch up and kill your woman."

“Then let’s give it a try.” Yefrit exerted force directly.

Miss.1's face quickly turned bright red.

But she still smiled, completely unconcerned.

Gradually, she started rolling her eyes.

My mouth opened involuntarily, and saliva dripped out.

"Don't be impulsive, Yefrit. She definitely has clones too. Your magic hasn't completely infected her yet!" Miko immediately advised.

Since just now, Yefried has been infecting everyone she can come into contact with, including this woman.

Yefrit let go, killing her before she was infected, which really angered her. The clone flew out of his magical infection range, and he really couldn't do anything about it.

"Cough cough cough." Miss.1 immediately clutched her chest, took a few deep breaths, and then started coughing.

She was in a very sorry state.

This pretty girl has been dealt a bad blow by Yefritte this time.

However, Yefried showed her no pity whatsoever.

Can a woman who can casually kill a dozen or so members of her own organization be some innocent little flower?

She must be an extremely ruthless character!

If Natsu were here, he would have yelled at her on the spot!

If Naruto were here, he'd talk his way out of this for at least ten minutes!

"Hehehe." Miss.1, supporting herself on Yefrit's knees, looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot, drool dripped from her mouth, and she let out a somewhat sickly laugh. Then she said, "It feels pretty good. Is there anything more amazing?"

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A brilliant pen.

Yefried gave the other person a thumbs up in her heart.

This woman turned out to be mentally ill.

Chapter 145, Exchange of Research Materials

The journey was smooth.

Perhaps because of Miss.1, even though many people wanted to cause trouble, they could only lower their heads at this moment.

Yevlit suddenly felt like a son-in-law who had moved into someone's family home.

Suddenly, I felt like I had become a prince consort.

However, Miss.1 is indeed a prominent figure here.

Yefritte wasn't idle either. While infecting everyone, including Miss.1, she had the Mirror Demon Azalea communicate with the mirror to construct the base's layout and assess the enemy's combat strength.

It is getting closer and closer to the core area.

The population here has dwindled.

Miss.1 explains: The Roya organization has a hierarchical system—Level 3, Level 2, Level 1, Captain-level, and Special-level. The closer to the core, the higher the level and the fewer people there are.

The captain level consisted of about ten people. Originally there were more than twenty people, but several were killed by Yefrit. The unlucky guys didn't have any clones.

Clones are not easy to make, so everyone's stock is not high.

Miss.1 said, "I have three clones. If you agree, they're all yours. If you need, you can even change their appearance to that of a teenager, a middle-aged person, and an old person, plus me."

"Shut up."

"Okay!" Miss.1 covered her mouth cutely.

The so-called "Special Class" refers to Miss.1 and a few others who only have code names.

They are—according to Miss.1, half-demons researched by Roya, his greatest achievement.

There are eight people in the Special Class: six men, one woman, and one who is not human.

From Mr. 1 to Mr. 6, Yefrit calculated that each of them possessed Fairy Tail's S-class combat power, requiring Erza and the others to go all out, and Natsu to unleash his full power to defeat them.

There are six such enemies.

The woman, naturally, refers to Miss.1 herself.

There is another one who is not human, named "One". Although he also has a human form and is very powerful, he also has great flaws.

Roya said that ONE is the closest creation to perfection, and ONE's next stage is the ultimate demon god.

"Where is that One?" Yefrit couldn't sense the other party. Since Miss.1 said the other party was very powerful, she naturally had to infect him in advance.

Miss.1 said, "He's at the very bottom of this base, trapped in magma. What, you want to kill him?"

"Yeah, didn't you say he was a big threat?"

“One is always asleep. If he is not awakened, he can be killed easily.”

Miss.1 suddenly raised her chin, closed her eyes slightly, and said with a slightly tipsy expression, "Give me a kiss, and when you go to see the old monster, I'll go kill him."

“Miss.1,” came an old man’s sigh.

"Could you please stop bothering me?" Miss.1 looked at the person with displeasure.

Yefried had already sensed the other person and looked over.

This is an obese old man with a bald spot in the middle of his head, a few white hairs remaining around the edges, no beard, and a smooth chin.

He leaned on his cane, his body hunched over.

"You may leave now," the old man said.

"Tch." Miss.1 made a disgruntled sound. She leaned on Yefrit's shoulder and whispered, "If this old guy tries to hurt you, just call me. I can't kill him, but I can help you hold him off."

The old man, "Miss.1," was none other than Luo Ya. Seeing his daughter's attitude, he said speechlessly, "You can't always provoke an old man like me."

“The old monster’s lifespan is coming to an end, so he should just die already,” Miss.1 said. “Why bother living like this?”

“I have to stay alive to protect you,” Roya said, “especially you.”

“Hehe, no need.” Miss.1 hugged Yefrit’s arm and said, “I have someone to protect me. As for those people, they’re bad guys even if they’re alive, so it’s no big deal if they all die.”

"Alright," Roya said helplessly, "You can leave now."

"Hmph." Miss.1 jumped out of the car and quickly left.

Yefritte got off the bus.

“Mr. Yefried, this way please.” Roya bowed politely.

Yefritte returned the greeting: "Mr. Roya."

"Sigh—" Luo Ya sighed, "Girls grow up and leave home."

"Hehe." Yefrit chuckled twice, offering no further comment.

Roya led Yefrit into an empty room.

The room was huge, with smooth white walls on all four sides, and nothing else was there.

He waved his hand, and the wall instantly became transparent, revealing the beautiful scenery outside—but Yevlit remembered that the outside was the base.

With another wave of his hand, vines stretched out from the southern forest and quickly wove themselves into a table and stools.

“Please,” Roya said.

“Okay.” Yevli nodded.

The two sat down.

"You don't mind having tea with an old man like me, do you?" Luo Ya said with a smile. "When I was young, I quite liked drinking beverages, but I dare not drink them now."

“Never mind, I’ll bring my own,” Yefrit refused.

“Well, you’re quite cautious.” Roya reached out and grabbed the empty table. Just then, a teacup floated out from under the table.

Roya picked up the cup, took a sip, put it down, looked behind Yefrit, blinked his old, dim eyes, and said, "Can't see clearly."

“You should be glad you can’t see clearly,” Yevlit said.

Miko usually doesn't take the initiative to fight; even if Yefrit gets beaten up, she'll at most help him take the hits.

Miko is a true demon.

The devil—has very strong principles.

If someone actually sees Miko, it will immediately trigger her passive ability.

Miko casually unleashes twice the destructive power of Anza. Even Yefrit doesn't know Miko's potential, and it's estimated that it's not much different from Acnologia and Zeref.

If this old man had seen Miko, the story would already be over.

"I heard that Goddess Kabbalah doesn't like being seen by people?" Roya asked.

“Yes, that’s why I advise you not to court death,” Yevlit said.

He had no interest in correcting the other person's form of address.

“Deception magic,” Roya exclaimed. “It’s unbelievable magic that can perfectly conceal a powerful demon.”

"..." Yefrit didn't answer, silently taking out her midnight snack and eating it—the snack was dried biscuits prepared by Turtledove, which contained meat and were quite hard inside and out, but paired with the wine brewed by Mirajane, the taste was just right.

“Mr. Yefried, I know your plan,” Roya said. “You must have a backup plan. Perhaps our final battle will break out tomorrow, and one of us will surely die.”

“I will not die,” Yefrit said.

“That’s not necessarily true. But, no matter which side it is, don’t you think it’s a pity that they’re dying like this?” Roya said with a smile.

"so what?"

“We’ve both made pacts with demons, and we’ve both achieved something in demonic research,” Roya said. “Why don’t we share our knowledge with each other?”

"No matter who dies, the other person will inherit all of the other's accumulated knowledge."

"Of the two of us, one of us will surely use this knowledge to reach the end of magic, achieve eternity, and witness the truth."