Fairy Tail: I Am the God

Along the way, Gray encountered no other people besides a few house-elves who came to deliver food.

Apart from a guardhouse at the entrance, there were no other guards patrolling the entire prison.

"Brother, there are so few prisoners in the prison, it's like a ghost town! Is it really that peaceful here that no prisoners are ever brought in?"

Seeing the empty cells, Hermione couldn't help but ask Grey in a low voice.

Gray, unperturbed by the sound, replied:

“Here, black magic is officially permitted. Unless you commit murder, you will be punished with a fine, and very few people will be put in prison.”

Every region has its own unique characteristics, and the same is true in the magical world.

As they walked, talking in hushed tones, Gray and his companion reached the top of the tower, in front of the cell where Grindelwald was imprisoned.

Through the cell door, Gray looked inside and saw an elderly man lying on the bed, basking in the sun.

Watching the elderly man enjoying a sunbath, Gray knocked on the iron gate and said:

"Mr. Grindelwald, I bring you greetings from Dumbledore!"

Chapter 285, The Main God's Force, Coordinates Locked. (Fourth Update)

Grindelwald, basking leisurely in the sun in his cell, only twitched his ears almost imperceptibly when he heard the name Dumbledore.

Seeing that the other party reacted, Gray waved his hand without turning his head, signaling Hermione to step back.

After Hermione had taken five or six steps back, Gray pointed his finger at the iron gate and said, "Ice!"

The next moment, the iron gate was covered with thick ice crystals, and Gray squeezed it and it shattered with a crash.

Stepping through the ice crystals, the two walked in and looked at the old man with his back to them.

"Dumbledore sent you?"

Lying in bed, Grindelwald turned his head slightly, his tone neither light nor light.

Grey sized up the Dark Lord and noticed that Grindelwald looked to be in good spirits, but his full head of silver hair and gaunt face silently testified to the ruthlessness of time.

Even though wizards live longer than ordinary people, Grindelwald was about the same age as Dumbledore. I wonder if I would have been able to witness the glory of this legendary figure if I had come a few years later.

"We're relieved to see you're in good spirits. To tell you the truth, the professor is in trouble and wants you to go out and help him!"

Gray took out Dumbledore's letter and handed it to him as he spoke, indicating that Grindelwald should take a look for himself.

Grindelwald took the letter and initially didn't think much of it, but the more he read, the more serious his expression became, and his snow-white eyebrows furrowed tightly.

After a short while, Grindelwald folded the letter, put it in his pocket, and began to speak:

“Give me a wand, and you all continue searching for Nicolas Flamel. I will go to Hogwarts myself.”

"Based on just one letter, you have no doubts or questions whatsoever?"

Gray was somewhat surprised; he thought he would have to persuade the other party to agree, but Grindelwald didn't seem to have any doubts at all.

Hearing Gray's question, Grindelwald got up, stretched, and slowly moved his body, then asked in return:

"What do you think I should doubt? Dumbledore? No, I might doubt myself, but I would never doubt Dumbledore. You don't understand our friendship!"

"Give me your wands, and you may leave."

Grindelwald had no idea what Gray was thinking at that moment; in any case, he seemed to be in very good spirits.

Grey nodded slightly. Dumbledore had prepared Grindelwald's wand long ago, and it had always been with Hermione.

Hermione stepped forward and placed the prepared wand in Grindelwald's hand.

Grindelwald stroked the shaft of his wand, as if savoring something, and murmured:

“Red pine, phoenix feathers, this is Dumbledore’s wand from when he was young. I remember it, and it remembers me.”

"Completely brand new!"

Grindelwald, wand in hand, swept swiftly across the room, transforming it as if it had been given new life.

Clearly, this wand from Dumbledore's early years was completely unrestricted in Grindelwald's hands, and he wielded it quite happily.

"What happened? I heard an explosion!"

"Come with me quickly, let's go up and take a look."

Amidst a commotion, the prison guards ascended to the top floor.

The next second, the guards looked up at the cell and saw Grindelwald holding a wand, smiling slightly at them.

Gu...

The sound of swallowing saliva rang out one after another. Under Grindelwald's smile, the guards lowered their heads and retreated, showing no intention of rushing forward.

You should know that these guards at Nurmengard Prison grew up listening to Grindelwald's stories.

Now, seeing this legendary Dark Lord, holding his wand and announcing his return, all those who do not wish to die will pretend not to see him.

"I need to go out to take care of some things. Thank you all for taking care of me over the years."

Grindelwald's use of "taking care" instead of "imprisoning" suggests that this Dark Lord still possesses a great sense of humor.

The next moment, Grindelwald nodded to Gray and the other man, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and shot out of the window.

"I didn't expect it to be this easy. Let's go, it's time for us to leave!"

He then broke through the wall and leaped down. The ice phoenix appeared out of thin air, and Gray and the other person rode on it. Gray had given a lot of thought to the dynamic modeling magic.

The guards breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the three men leave one by one, their eyes filled with relief.

"Guys, Grindelwald is gone. Should we report it?"

"What's the point of reporting this? Does it make us look incompetent? Don't be ridiculous. If he wants to leave, let him go. Sixty years have passed; who cares about these things now?"

“Yes, let’s not say anything, let’s just pretend this never happened, otherwise this year’s bonus will be completely lost.”

Amidst hushed whispers, Nurmengard Prison returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

Gray looked back at the prison behind him and said:

"After Grindelwald, it's time to find Nicolas Flamel. We need to go to Devon, France, and find that old man."

……

France, the birthplace of alchemy.

According to legend, the first verifiable alchemist was Nicolas Flamel in the early 13th century.

Even today, the French magical community continues to revel in the legend of Nicolas Flamel. The only regret is that a master like Flamel has never appeared again.

Grey and Hermione walked down the street, listening to the noisy crowd and slogans around them, both with a hint of amusement in their eyes.

"This is the origin of alchemy..."

The place is still a Gothic building, with high-rise buildings showcasing the characteristics of this empire.

Gray looked around, marveling at how extraordinary this magical world truly was.

……

Fairy Tail World.

Leon was training with Ultear when the system voice sounded in his mind.

"Ding, the traces of an alternative god have been detected. The coordinates are in the One-Punch Man universe."

"The One-Punch Man universe, huh...?"

Leon murmured softly, lost in thought. If he could bring this supreme god's power under his control, he would undoubtedly make a fortune.

However, Leon still doesn't know the opponent's strength. Currently, he is still two low-level world origins away from becoming a three-star main god.

If Leon were to advance to a three-star main god, his power would undoubtedly increase significantly, and he would also be able to further develop the main god space, extending it into outer space.

"Well, I see."

Leon made up his mind with one punch, deciding to wait until he advanced to a three-star main god before going to meet the main god of the One-Punch Man universe.

Chapter 286, Two Mysterious Movie Tickets. (Fifth Update)

The two wandered the streets of Devon, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nicolas Flamel.

Time passed slowly, and a few days went by in the blink of an eye.

Over the past few days, Grey and Hermione have walked through countless streets and alleys and asked many locals, but still to no avail.

Searching and searching, searching silently.

I can never find the memories, never find the truth that has been forgotten.

It's as if the whole world has forgotten Nicolas Flamel, except for his name.

After all, Devonshire isn't very big, and while Gray wouldn't say he dug three feet into the ground, he did search almost the entire area.

If they still can't find each other, it's either because Nicolas Flamel isn't in Devon, or the other person doesn't want to be found.

"Brother Gray, where do you think Nicolas Flamel might be?"

Two weeks later, standing at the window of a hotel, Hermione looked down at the passersby.