Fairy Tail: I Am the God

Uru narrowed his eyes, then turned to Leon beside him and said, "Leon, there's something I forgot to take care of. I'll leave the rest to you. I'll be back as soon as possible. If you get hungry, there are some coins in the first drawer of my room. Go buy some food to fill your and Gray's stomachs."

"Okay, I understand, Master. Come back soon." Leon replied, feigning ignorance, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Uru stopped talking, wiped his hands, and turned to leave.

Since the incident began, Leon has not heard the voice of the Supreme God, which means that only he can hear it. Just how terrifying and powerful is this all-powerful Supreme God? Uru does not know, and is also wary of this. He is on high alert, never daring to underestimate him in the slightest.

Snapped!

The door closed, and her beautiful figure emerged.

The north wind howled, and the flute music sounded exceptionally cold. The temperature plummeted, and frost flowers began to appear. The raging hurricane ravaged everything in its path, its power swift and its fury boundless.

The Magic Research Institute.

At this moment, a group of people dressed in white robes walked back and forth between the rooms. The dark and dry environment exuded a sense of oppressive gloom.

In each room, numerous magical instruments were arranged in an orderly fashion. Nearly a hundred children were imprisoned in the rooms. There was no crying or commotion; they were like hibernating bears, fast asleep and never waking up.

Each room was guarded at a distance, and in the deepest room, a petite figure was suspended helplessly in mid-air, her hair hanging straight down like a waterfall.

Although one cannot clearly see the girl's face, one can guess that she is beautiful and elegant. At such a young age, she already has the appearance of a beauty that could bring ruin to a country. It is hard to imagine what her future will be like.

The girl's cheeks were pale, as if devoid of color. Her eyes were closed, like a sleeping beauty, serene and docile.

The dozen or so instrument chains, like spider legs, tightly bound the girl. The cold tips of the instruments, like needles, pierced her skin, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly, as if she were in great pain and discomfort.

Imprisonment! Research!

The people in white robes acted in an orderly and normal manner, cold and indifferent.

The leading officials stopped in front of the girl, pointing and discussing through the instruments.

Life remains peaceful and ordinary, as always.

Little did they know that they were about to face a great calamity. An uninvited guest was about to arrive, about to shatter the silence of dawn and cause chaos.

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Chapter Seven: The Angry Uru (Please add to your favorites!!)

The weather in the far north is exceptionally harsh, unpredictable, and difficult to fathom.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The wind was fierce and swift, like a savage wild beast, its sharp, hoarse cry echoing through the desolate sky like the howl of a wolf.

A chilling current swept in from all directions, pressing down on the ground.

Wow...

The snowflakes, like cotton or willow catkins, fell heavily with the wind. The world was a vast expanse of white, and under the threat of the violent snowstorm, life was silently swallowed up, a scene of utter desolation.

A beautiful figure appeared.

Weary from our journey, we traversed pristine blizzards and snowstorms! Undeterred by the bitter winter cold, we arrived at the territory of the magic research institute.

"Who goes there?" A gatekeeper, through the blizzard, could vaguely make out a long, thin figure in the dim light. However, with the wind and snow raging and the sky and earth swirling, the scene before him was blurry and indistinct.

Whether it is a person or not is still unknown. In such a massive and raging blizzard, would anyone really risk their life to come here?

Thinking about it, it's laughable!

After a long while, there was no response; the silence remained as usual, save for the cold howling wind.

"Hey, you're too nervous. Is the snow so heavy that it's freezing your brain?" another burly, scruffy-faced man, huddled in the corner by the door, mocked.

"Go away! Go away! Are you out of your mind? At this critical moment, if you don't stand guard properly, you'll be in big trouble if the patrolling adults find out."

"Get lost! In this freezing weather, who would bother coming out? Only lowly thugs like us would do such menial tasks!"

"That's true, in this cold weather, who would come here?"

"If I could have a sip of alcohol, that would feel amazing."

"There's still an hour left, let's wait for the shift change!"

"..."

Amidst the wind and snow, a figure stood firm on the snow-covered ground, like a resilient rock, like a towering pine tree, its roots firmly embedded in the rock, unmoved, seemingly unaffected by the raging storm.

"The Magic Research Institute—Is what that supreme god said true or false? Let me find out." Uru narrowed his eyes, a sharp light shooting out like a razor-sharp sword aura, with a hint of coldness flashing across them.

In that instant, her spirit was cleansed as if by magical elements.

Its murderous aura was chilling, and its majesty boundless.

Once the spiritual power was unleashed, it was like a storm of divine thoughts, suddenly extending outwards from Uru in all directions, rushing towards the magic research institute. Its momentum was like a rainbow, and the vast magical power surged and undulated. The wind and snow changed in an instant, and then stopped flowing in a flash.

Every Grand Mage of the Saint-level is a hero among heroes, a figure of great stature, whose strength should not be underestimated. Uru, in particular, is one of the best among the younger generation of Saint Mages.

That mental power covered an area of ​​more than ten kilometers, with unparalleled divine might. Dealing with a small magic research institute was a piece of cake, as easy as crushing a bug.

It swept through the entire magic research institute like a storm!

Inside the institute.

A group of leaders in white robes gathered together.

The leader, a seemingly dignified and imposing middle-aged man with a gloomy demeanor, clasped his hands behind his back and looked coldly at the experimental subjects in each room.

Each step, like a crisp, low hum, was so clear and resonant in the dull environment. The cold sound of footsteps struck the hearts of every person in a white coat.

The numerous men in white robes nodded slightly and bowed their heads, all showing utmost respect and deference. A hint of fear was hidden in their eyes, as if they were terrified of the gloomy middle-aged man before them.

"Report, Lord Rost, Subject 23 could not withstand the experiment and has died." One of the white-robed leaders stepped out from the crowd and said in a trembling voice.

"Oh! So what if he's dead? There are plenty of test subjects anyway. Just find a place and bury him anywhere. Dead guys aren't worth anything. Besides, do you really need to ask me about such a small matter? Hmm?"

The cold voice suddenly rose in pitch as it came from Rost's mouth. His indifferent eyes were devoid of any emotion or pity, as if he were dismissing a trivial matter. He regarded life as insignificant, showing ruthlessness, cold-bloodedness, and cruelty.

"I wouldn't dare, sir." The white-robed man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground in terror.

"Oh! Heh heh, fine. Killing you would only dirty my hands and pollute this place. So, I'll spare you this time. I don't like those who bother me, and I hope you won't do it again." Rost swept his scrutinizing gaze over the crowd, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you for sparing my life, sir. Thank you, sir." The man in white robes breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up. His back was cold, and cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes.

The man before me, Rost, is the head of the Magic Research Institute, the director dispatched from above. Secretly known as the "Cold-Blooded Demon," he truly lives up to that title. For seven or eight years, his cold-blooded and brutal methods, treating human life as worthless, have terrified everyone, instilling a fear that runs deep in their bones and a tremor from the very depths of their souls.

Regardless of whether they were on our side or not, they were killed without consequence; those who resisted were long gone.

That's just Rost's character!

"How is Subject 1?" Rost asked.

"Sir, there are no abnormalities in Subject 1. We have now entered the third stage. I believe we will make some progress soon."

"Good! That's good. My promotion depends on her. Inject more of the potions, but don't kill her. After all, her mother is Uru, one of the Ten Saints, who inherited a huge amount of magic power. Such good aptitude and such rare material are not easy to find." Rost glanced indifferently at the deepest room, his eyes like those of a wild beast hunting its prey, gleaming with a cold and menacing light, as ferocious as a hungry wolf.

"Yes, my lord."

Just as Rost was about to speak again, he trembled, his expression suddenly changing as if facing a formidable enemy: "Hmm?"

The feeling came quickly and went quickly, all in a rush, in the blink of an eye.

"Sir, what's wrong?"

"It's alright, let's go." Rost waved his hand, instructing everyone to disperse and attend to their own business.

Then, only Rost remained in the room, muttering to himself in a voice only he could hear, "An illusion? Strange."

At this moment, after withdrawing her spiritual power, Uru, who was far away in the outside world, trembled slightly, and then her aura changed.

The moment he looked up, his eyes flashed with a terrifying, cold light—a crimson gleam filled with murderous intent, like a fallen angel descending to earth.

"I want you all dead!"

Chapter Eight: Killing One Man in Ten Steps (Please add to your favorites!! Thank you)

Those tragic and desolate scenes slowly unfolded in my mind like a mural.

This also included Uru's own daughter, Urutia, who was imprisoned in the deepest room and subjected to horrific experiments. Cold experimental equipment was inserted into her body, infusing her with some kind of flowing medicine.

Then, Urudia revealed that painful expression, a struggling face, and a slightly trembling body, as if she were experiencing the most terrifying and horrific torture in the world, it was very painful.

Seeing all this, Uru felt heartbroken and remorseful for his past actions.

As a mother, her behavior was clearly irresponsible, and she failed to fulfill the obligations of a true mother.

"I will definitely save you, daughter." Uru bit her lip, and due to the force of her bite, a trickle of blood seeped from her gums, filling her nostrils with the stench of blood. As the wind and snow swept by, the blood instantly froze into a layer of frost. But no matter how painful it was, it couldn't compare to the pain she felt for her daughter.

Once that fierce killing intent was unleashed, the killing intent surged like the vast ocean, boiling endlessly and unstoppably.

call!call!

The snowflakes falling from the sky are exceptionally swift and fierce as they soar through the air, like a raging wild beast. The cold front sweeps across the surroundings, making the temperature even colder, like sharp feathers. The air is filled with chill, as if it were an ice cave.

The biting wind and snow were scorching, killing everything in its path, and the temperature dropped by three degrees.

"Who goes there? Halt!" The guard shouted sternly upon seeing someone arrive.

At the same time, he gripped his weapon tightly, pointing it at Uru, feeling somewhat uneasy. He secretly wondered that someone who could traverse such harsh winds and snow must be quite powerful.

Amidst the rustling sounds, the guard who had been huddled in the corner immediately stood up, ready for battle. His spirits were no longer relaxed or dejected; he seemed like a completely different person.