Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Could they be twins?

While Zeref was puzzled, Natsu's eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "It's you! Despair Emperor!"

As he spoke, he tried to jump up to greet them, but he aggravated his still-healing wound, wincing in pain, though his smile remained incredibly bright.

The man known as the "Emperor of Despair" turned to look at Natsu, his gentle smile deepening. "Hahaha, let's not call you that anymore. It makes me sound like a villain."

"Hey? But didn't you pretend to be a villain back in Mistgang?"

Hopleth's lips twitched.

This man, who once intimidated the parallel world Edolas with the name "Emperor of Despair" and then single-handedly mended the heavens after obtaining the power of the God of Despair, could only helplessly choose to ignore Natsu, who embarrassed him, and instead set his sights on Hope.

The gazes of two people from different worlds met in mid-air.

"Am I late?" Hopleth asked.

"No, you've come at just the right time."

Hope slowly exhaled and, under Natsu's questioning gaze, leisurely put away the heart-shaped artifact she had just taken out.

With support available, why struggle? Just lie back and watch your teammates make plays.

Chapter 480 A Calamity That Lasts a Thousand Years

Hope and Hopeless exchanged a glance.

The two "selves" from different worlds did not speak, but the moment their eyes met, they understood each other's meaning.

Hopleth turned to face Chronos, shielding the three wounded men tightly behind him. The hem of his trench coat fluttered even without wind, and black and white magic swirled around him like smoke and mist.

Despair and hope, two diametrically opposed forces, coexist within him, intertwining and counterbalancing each other, forming a strange yet safe equilibrium.

Chronos narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing the "other Hope" who had suddenly appeared before him. His fingers gently caressed the hilt of his sword, his tone carrying an air of knowing everything.

"So that's how it is. You're a human from that world."

Hope didn't deny it, but Hope asked curiously, "You can tell at a glance, so you know a lot about the Edolas world?"

“Of course.” Chronos chuckled. “After all, I also contributed to the creation of that mirror world.”

Edolas is not actually a parallel world, but a mirror world created by the god of despair, Antihope Aslant. Therefore, the people in that world are the opposite of Aslant in some way.

Later, the god of despair was betrayed by the madman Ankhseram, not only severely wounded but also stripped of and destroyed his power of "hope".

Seeing Hopeless displaying the magic of despair and hope, Chronos's tone became more interested, "That Antihope guy, it seems he's really dead for good. I thought he would come back to settle scores with Ankhseram one day."

Hope glanced at Ankhseram, whose head he had split open with the Sword of Hell, not far away. "But looking at His miserable state, the God of Despair can probably rest in peace now."

"Speaking of which, do you gods have an unbalanced approach to everything?"

Hope suddenly changed the subject, "Hopleth can reunite 'Hope,' but Despair, who has lurked for so many years, cannot. Ankhseram is clearly far superior to him in death magic compared to life magic, and you..."

"But I, the god who has mastered the power of time and space, am only called the God of Time, not the God of Spacetime, right?"

Kronos understood Hope's doubts and readily admitted, "You're right. Actually, I'm more skilled in time magic, and slightly weaker in space magic."

"Why? Can't a god with a lifespan perfectly master both powers?"

"That's because we want to live."

Kuronos's answer surprised me. So, in order to survive, he chose to specialize in one subject?

If Hope had dared to say that when he was still a student, his parents and teachers would have definitely taught him what it means to not survive without studying.

On the other hand...

“Um…” Hopleth suddenly spoke up, “Actually, Chronos is right.”

Hope looked at her other self, waiting for his explanation.

Hopleth inherited the authority of the god of despair, as well as fragments of his memories. After condensing the power of hope, he completely digested the fragments of memories and thus learned a secret about the gods.

The reason why gods are gods is that they have cultivated two corresponding magics to their extremes. The balance formed by the two extreme magics caused a qualitative change, giving them almost endless lifespans.

Immortality, in turn, accumulates countless magical powers for the gods.

This is the fundamental reason for the power of the gods.

But everything has its advantages and disadvantages. One day, the gods suddenly discovered that the two kinds of magic they each possessed were irreversibly merging into one through long-term balance.

When the two types of magic are completely united, the gods will die, and their magic will be transformed into nourishment to replenish the world, making the world as a whole stronger.

This discovery led to the division of the gods into two groups.

One side believes that things should be left to their own devices.

Gods have long lifespans, and if one day their lives come to an end, they can return their magical powers to heaven and earth to bless the world, which is not unacceptable.

The other side, on the other hand, wants to defy fate.

They painstakingly reached the pinnacle of magic, only to die in the end. Didn't that mean they'd wasted their entire lives cultivating? Even gods have lives!

So these unwilling gods made a decision that went against their ancestors' wishes.

Hehe, we must survive!

Although the fusion of magic within the body is irreversible, it can be forcibly interrupted. The price is that one of the magic spells can never return to its original level, and one's strength will be permanently reduced.

However, for those gods who desire immortality, exchanging a portion of their power for the chance to achieve eternal life is undoubtedly an acceptable price to pay.

However, after doing so, these gods were horrified to discover that they had cut off more than just their own path forward.

Gods are those who have cultivated two corresponding magics to their ultimate level, so when one of their magics becomes a weakness, the balance is broken.

As a result, all sorts of deadly symptoms appeared.

Every god who desired immortality was punished.

Ankhseram, the god of life and death, is mentally unstable and can never maintain his sanity.

The God of Time and Space, Chronos, suffered physical decay and could only hide his soul in the bloodline of his descendants, barely surviving by possessing their bodies.

Antihope, the god of despair and hope, not only suffers from a split personality, but also from a split in her magic. The personality that holds the power of hope even loudly proclaims that she wants to become the creator god...

Most of these gods who desired immortality but brought countless troubles were suppressed by normal gods, while those who were beyond saving were simply released.

As time passed, the righteous gods accepted their destiny and returned the Way to Heaven.

Those gods who willingly degenerate are also worn down by the passage of time, one after another.

But one of the gods who had been suppressed miraculously survived. Ankhseram became the last god. Although he went mad, he still got what he wanted.

And thanks to the continuation of his descendants' bloodline, Chronos managed to survive to this day by finding another way.

In fact, Chronos was not the only fallen god who survived by relying on the bloodline of his descendants, but not every descendant of these gods was willing to become a puppet.

Some descendants of the gods launched a magnificent rebellion against their ancestors, creating god-destroying magic based on the principle that only magic can defeat magic.

As for the God of Despair, when he was betrayed by Ankhseram, he lost not only the power of hope, but also half of his soul, and could no longer be considered a god in essence.

"Phew, greed knows no bounds," Hope commented.

After hearing Hope's ancient secrets, Hope finally had a fresh perspective on the gods, realizing that there were once benevolent gods in this world.

It's all Ankhseram's fault; he almost made him think that all gods were villains.

So only the villains have survived to this day.

Truly, evil can linger for a thousand years.

After hearing the story, Hope knew it was time to retreat. He patted Hopeless on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, I'll leave the task of stalling for time to you. Once I've dealt with the virus in my body, I'll come back and we'll slay that god of time together."

As he spoke, Hope made a throat-slitting gesture towards Chronos opposite him.

Hopleth nodded in agreement. Compared to his unorthodox counterpart, he was a truly honest man, so he was well aware of the vast difference between himself and Chronos.

Being able to break the magic of the God of Time does not mean that you can defeat the God of Time.

But everything will be alright once Hope regains her magnetic field power.

Chapter 481 The Antidote That Never Comes

Hope and Natsu helped Zeref retreat, one on each side.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Chronos laughed. These despicable humans actually dared to openly reveal their plan to buy time and recover their power right in front of Him. They truly didn't take Him, the God of Time, seriously at all.

The moment the beam of light shot out, the Desperate Tiger Roar shattered it.

Chronos looked at Hopeless, who was blocking his way, and said, "Edras, how long do you think you can hold me off?"

Hoppler slowly raised his hand, and black and white magic unfolded behind him like wings. The magic of despair and hope that filled the air intensified at the same time. The two diametrically opposed forces merged and condensed in his palm, turning into a coin-sized ball of light.

"Why don't you give it a try and see?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Hopleth made the first move.

The black and white light spheres transformed into dozens of light cannons that shot out.

Chronos's expression softened slightly. Instead of taking the blow head-on, he blurred into a golden afterimage to block the attack, while his true form chased after Hope.

But as the beams approached the afterimage, they suddenly changed direction, as if they had their own consciousness, and instantly accelerated to catch up with Chronos, who was using time magic.

Chronos raised an eyebrow, finally becoming serious. The blade traced a golden arc in the air, and the time magic circle patterns unfolded with the movement of the blade.

At the moment the power of despair and hope collided with the magic of time, black and white light suddenly exploded, intertwining to form a strange domain, like an invisible net, simultaneously locking down time and space around Chronos.

"Ok?"

Chronos was greatly surprised. The two completely opposite magics of hope and despair were combined to create a chaotic field that could even temporarily disrupt space and time.

Interesting. This method was developed by the God of Despair in the past, after he had lost to him many times.

I never expected that a mere human...

Taking advantage of that brief opening, Hopeless lunged forward, his five fingers spread wide, and the power of despair coalesced into a pitch-black demonic hand, aiming straight for Chronos's face.

Chronos raised his sword to block.

However, Hopleus's power far exceeded Chronos's expectations; the magic, a mixture of despair and hope, eroded the time protection on the sword the moment they made contact.

The moment the battle blade shattered, it was restored to its original state by time magic.

Seeing that Chronos was actually in the mood to repair his weapon, Hopeless suddenly became curious. "You seem to really like this sword? But apart from its excellent craftsmanship, it doesn't seem to have anything special about it."