Fairy Tail: I was transported to the wrong world and became a pirate

The pain prevented Hughes from answering her. His half-closed eyes noticed that he was being carried by Mira. Well, it wasn't really a carrying; his body was so tall that most of his legs were dragging on the ground.

His right hand passed through Mira's shoulder, hanging down in front of her chest, and was held by Mira's normal arm; his waist was bound by Mira's demonized arm, which was tightly wrapped in her cloak.

Hughes looked at her red and bleeding arm with a slight silence. He knew that it was burned by his last fiery punch.

"Put me down, let me clear my head, I'll be fine!"

"These nearby hills are all part of the territory of that group of forest Vulcans. We might have been spotted by them; we need to get out of here as soon as possible!"

Hughes stretched out his other free arm and patted her: "Don't be nervous. To me, Forest Vulcan is just a tiny ant. It was just that I had a seizure and lost control, which is why it was so troublesome."

"Let me rest a bit. Carrying me like this makes my head hurt even more!"

......

To prevent being ambushed again, the four found a spacious place to rest, while Hughes lay down under a shady tree.

Elfman, under Mira's guidance, started a fire and cooked.

Lisanna, on the other hand, racked her brains trying to figure out how to restore Hughes' blue and white striped hospital gown, which was now only missing a corner.

After a series of battles against the Balrog and the demonized forest Vulcan, Hughes's sick clothes finally gave way to his glorious sacrifice.

Under the shade of the trees, Hughes, shirtless, closed his eyes to rest. The hot wind swept through the forest, turning into a gentle, warm breeze that felt comfortable on his body.

The pain in his head subsided slightly, but Hughes felt increasingly uneasy.

He knew his condition; when he became emotionally agitated, he would lose control for no reason. Once he lost control, he would become extremely irritable, descend into madness, and want to destroy everything.

After recovering, he still experiences severe headaches, as if someone is drilling a hole in his brain with an electric drill.

The illness has already flared up twice in just two days since I transmigrated here, something I've never experienced so frequently even when I was in the mental hospital.

His body was still the same one, but the problem might not lie with him. He didn't know if it was the fault of this world or the Flame-Flame Fruit.

The first time he had an attack was when he faced Balrog, the Flame Demon, and he lost control after using the Flame-Flame Fruit. This time was the same; he was normal at first, but after using the Fire Fist, he lost control and almost killed Mira.

If that's the case, shouldn't he use the Flame-Flame Fruit less often? But wouldn't that be tying his own hands?

Hughes glanced at the panel; there was still one untested perfect-grade iron block left...

Thinking about this, Hughes opened his eyes; he had almost forgotten something important.

Looking towards Mira in the distance, she was hiding under her cloak, still teaching Elfman how to cook.

He hasn't apologized to her yet...

Lisanna clutched the last remaining corner of Hughes' blue and white striped hospital gown tightly. Seeing Hughes open his eyes, she spoke with some frustration.

"Brother Hughes, although I mended Mira's and Elfman's clothes, yours is just too difficult!"

She held up the corner of cloth in her hand, which was practically devoid of any clothing, and felt quite regretful about what she had just said.

She knows how to sew and mend clothes, but even the most skilled cook can't cook without rice!

Hughes showed no consideration for her feelings whatsoever, nor did he have any intention of making her give up.

He knew that the idea of ​​throwing stones at him came from this talkative girl.

"Just because it's difficult doesn't mean we shouldn't do it! Just because you can't do it now doesn't mean you can't do it tomorrow!"

You can use the time you spend eating, traveling, sleeping, or resting to think. If you can't finish, it's because you're not capable enough.

How are you going to make money like this? 996 is a thing of the past; now it's all 007 on-call mode!

Hughes, who had wanted to quote the dean's favorite sayings a few more times, saw Mira approaching and, fearing that his bullying of Mira's sister would be discovered, slowly shut his mouth and stopped lecturing her.

As for Lisanna beside him, she ran off as soon as Hughes stopped talking, showing no sign of remorse whatsoever...

Mira brought over a bowl of piping hot food and placed it next to Hughes, asking softly, "Are you feeling any better? Can you eat by yourself?"

Hughes nodded: "No problem, let it cool down first, I'll eat it later."

The food beside me was steaming and releasing a fragrant aroma.

Lying on the grass, Hughes turned his head and looked at the bowl of porridge, which contained many things he didn't recognize.

The original book mentioned that Mira was a very good cook, and Hughes saw her teaching Elfman, so he felt that the original book was right.

At least for now, the aroma that fills his mouth and nose is much more fragrant than any food he has ever eaten.

Mira, still with Hughes, recalled her earlier discovery while rummaging through the ingredients: "Hughes, a lot of the food in that package you had is inedible!"

"Oh, the food in that package was stolen from your village... no, it was given to me voluntarily by the people of your village."

You know what kind of people are in your village; those who are useful are used, and those who aren't are used for fishing.

Hughes felt that the chances of survival were higher if he just picked something from the grass and ate it than if he ate the food of those unruly people.

They only ask for this food to serve as bait, to lure fish or wild animals to take the bait.

He was very curious about the taste of flying fish in the Fairy Tail world, whether it was really that bad!

He patted the grass beside him, gesturing for Mila to sit down.

"Hey, Mira, what I said earlier wasn't what you thought..."

Hughes didn't offer much explanation, nor could he explain it.

He couldn't exactly tell her he was a time traveler with a system and a mission whose objective was to defeat her...

Although the kid in this world wasn't as precocious as the kid from the Legend of the Eyes next door, he still knew quite a bit, and Hughes thought Mira should be able to understand him.

Mira, sitting next to Hughes, paused slightly.

Because she was covered by a cloak, Hughes couldn't see her expression, but judging from her posture with her knees drawn up and the fact that she was still there, he could tell.

This matter should be over now... Hughes breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hughes, are you a demon too?"

Mira's deep voice rang out, the image of Hughes effortlessly controlling the flames always lingering in her mind.

Hughes found it difficult to answer the question about the autistic girl. He himself couldn't tell whether the Flame-Flame Fruit counted as magic in the Fairy Tail world, since they were two different systems.

Magic in the Fairy Tail world is based on magical power, while the Flame-Flame Fruit is based on physical strength, with its power level tied to its development.

However, if we're talking about demons, then he really is one, since he awakened the Flame-Flame Fruit by absorbing Balrog, the Flame Demon.

Furthermore, some theories suggest that each Devil Fruit harbors a demon within it... Whether this is true or not, we don't know.

"Mira, actually, I'm the same as you. I also encountered a demon in your church, but I encountered it in the underground stone chamber of the church."

That was a demon made of fire, called Balrog the Fire Demon.

I ate it, and then I gained the power of fire.