Fairy Tail: I'm Not the Most Terrifying Mage

Roya said with some excitement, "Whether you live or I live, we will both become absolute legends, like Zeref, and be remembered by countless people for thousands of years to come!"

"Will it be a young prodigy who will unsurprisingly dominate the world, or an old man with one foot in the grave who will be reborn and lead the next era?"

“Mr. Yefried, aren’t you excited about this!”

“I have absolutely no interest,” Yefrit said. “However, it is possible to exchange knowledge.”

"That's wonderful!" Roya waved his hand, and a worn notebook appeared in his hand. He placed it on the table, carefully opened it, and said, "This is the knowledge I have studied with all my life's effort."

"These are my research notes from a while ago. Actually, I haven't been researching demons for very long." Yefrit took out a relatively new notebook.

The two exchanged notebooks.

Yefritte wasn't holding back; she wouldn't be so petty as to lack such magnanimity. And when he opened Roya's notebook, he immediately confirmed that the other party wasn't holding back either.

Although he's a bad guy

However, in this respect, he is still quite admirable.

"I see, this has really broadened my horizons," Yefrit remarked, holding the notebook.

This Roya is truly a talent. Although his research on demons is not as advanced as his—at least Roya cannot create the Mirror Demon Aza. This demon may seem ordinary now, but its potential is extremely high, second only to Miko—and it is more functional than Miko.

To be able to research such a demon is impossible without reaching a certain level of expertise—it's even beyond our comprehension of its existence.

However, Yefrit inevitably overlooks some small details, which are Roya's strengths.

It's clear from the notes in the notebook that Yefried first wanted the result and then worked backward to deduce the formula, while Roya did the opposite. He didn't know where his result was either, so he could only search for a needle in a haystack, deriving formula after formula in the hope that one of them would reach the highest level.

"You're a true young man, your ideas are so unique." Luo Ya exclaimed, "And your level of thinking is beyond my reach."

Roya has studied demons his entire life, and only he knows the weight of this notebook.

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at the young man opposite him.

He's only nineteen!

How could that be?

Luo Ya gave a wry smile, realizing that he had really been too proud of himself.

He doesn't need to rely on himself; by the time he's twenty-five, he'll be able to fully understand everything in his notebook.

He will be a pioneer of this project for decades to come.

If he's willing.

Just like the god of alchemy four hundred years ago, who is now standing behind this young man—the goddess Kabbalah—he has become the ultimate demon.

That's a true genius.

Luo Ya couldn't even feel jealous.

He looked at Yevlit's experimental records in his notebook.

First, get the result, then work backwards from the formula, and in a few days, you can create a large number of demons and find many qualified ones.

Of all the toads Yefried had, only the one Emily had signed with satisfied him; the others were all failures.

But for Roya, those failures were, in his eyes, excellent.

The progress on the notebook kept catching up to before Asa.

This wasn't because Yefritte was being secretive; it was mainly because Aza belonged to another project—his project of deceptive magic.

So he didn't keep any records.

"Its daybreak."

Time passed by unnoticed.

Luo Ya finished reading the last page and let out a long sigh.

On the other side, Yefrit had already finished watching and had pulled out a chair, lying down and falling asleep.

“No wonder Miss 1 took a liking to you,” Roya couldn’t help but say. “You are just too outstanding.”

"So outstanding that I don't want to kill you."

"Not kill?" At this moment, a silver-haired strong man walked out of the forest. He passed through the wall, walked to Roya's side, and said, "Roya, don't forget the contract. If you break the contract, I will go from being your great benefactor to your great enemy."

This is the demon of the Roja Contract—Tomon.

The two made a contract. Roya, who was diagnosed with a terminal illness, received several decades of life from Tormon, and Roya promised Tormon that he would do everything he could to help Tormon evolve.

Roya cannot break the contract, otherwise Tomon will definitely make Roya experience firsthand the wrath of the demon!

"Don't worry," Roya said. "I'm willing to give up anything for immortality."

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t have enough talent. As long as I live long enough, I will be able to stand at the top.” Roya’s will was firm.

It's impossible for one's mind to waver just because of a setback.

He always believed that he was not the best person.

But as long as he goes far enough, he will eventually become the greatest human pioneer!

“I want to preserve his body,” Roya said. “After I achieve immortality, I will acquire his wisdom; that will be my next task.”

"Hey hey hey."

Luo Ya chuckled sinisterly.

"First, obtain eternal life—"

"To gain the highest level of wisdom—"

"I will definitely surpass Jelf and witness the deepest truth."

"I will become—"

"god!"

Miko, sitting next to Yefrit, couldn't help but show a look of disdain.

It even surpasses Jelf.

Yefried had told her that, although it was a guess, she believed Yefried's words: when a person's study of the truth reaches a certain level, he will be noticed by the gods.

That's how Zeref was. After being noticed by the gods, who discovered that he was doing something taboo, he was cursed to be immortal.

She herself, having stepped halfway into the realm of gods, was given a mission by the gods—though she doesn't remember these things.

Yefried, at his current pace, judged that he might meet the gods in eight years.

At that time, he was not yet thirty years old.

He is Zeref, a genius like Miko's predecessor.

As for Roya

I've studied this my whole life, but I still haven't reached the level that Yevlit has achieved.

Surpassing Zeref, becoming a god? That's just wishful thinking!

The door was gently pushed open.

Miss.1 poked her head out and said, "Old monster, were you discouraged by my future master?"

"Miss.1," Roya said, slapping his forehead in exasperation, "What's with this nickname?"

Miss.1 grabbed her own neck and said, "He grabbed my neck last night. That feeling of being controlled was irresistible. I want to be his slave."

“You’re my proudest daughter.” Luo Ya was speechless. “You’re beautiful and strong. Marrying him would be a good match for you. Don’t say things like that anymore.”

“No way,” Miss.1 refused. “He likes that Mirajane. He won’t let me be a noblewoman. I can only be the second wife. If I’m the second wife, my life will be in his hands. Hehe.” She smiled expectantly as she spoke of her life being in his hands.

Luo Ya clutched his dwindling hair, his composure crumbling.

He stood up and said, "Prepare for battle."

“Oh, I won’t help,” Miss.1 said.

“Miss.1,” Tormont said coldly, “you’re getting a little too cocky.”

Miss.1 looked at him and smiled disdainfully: "What, you want to kill me? Then go ahead and do it. I've always been curious about the limits of my strength. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Enough," Roya growled. "Do as you please, Miss.1, but remember this: if I die, no one will be able to hold back the gates of hell for you."

"Tch, nobody loves me, do you think I want to live long?" Miss.1 said dismissively.

Chapter 146, Yefrit: War Begins!

Yefried slowly opened her eyes and saw two faces.

One is the familiar Miko, the other is somewhat unfamiliar, but I recognize her.

Miss.1 was squatting by the chair, looking at Yefried with a dazed expression.

Yefried was speechless. He wanted to draw his sword and kill her, but he didn't.

It wasn't out of pity for the woman, but mainly because if a fight broke out now, his plans would be ruined.

He rubbed his head and sat up, feeling a bit dizzy.

One reason is that I didn't sleep well.

Secondly, the information was given to him by Luo Ya. He read it all in one go and understood it, which still took some mental effort.

Thirdly, the use of magic was somewhat excessive.

"Have some porridge, I cooked it myself." Miss.1 brought over a bowl of meat porridge.

“No need,” Yefrit refused.

Miss.1 took a spoonful, put it in her mouth, and said, "It's not poisonous."

"dislike."

"." Miss.1 turned around and grabbed another spoon.

'Snapped'

Yefrit knocked over Miss.1's bowl and said coldly to her, "I don't care what you're thinking. Whether you're telling the truth or plotting to deceive me, you are my enemy."

"I have never had any empathy for my enemies."