Fairy Tail: All Magic Converges in One Body

Erza instantly understood, and a crimson Dragon Slayer magic appeared in her hand.

"Erza, when did you learn Dragon Slayer Magic?!"

Ignoring Natsu's sudden peeking, Erza stuffed the magic orb into Hope's mouth and watched him swallow it.

The next second, Hope's deathly pale face visibly regained its color, and the dark circles under his eyes gradually disappeared. He slowly opened his eyes, looked at the girl's face that came into view, and subconsciously asked:

"I'm not dead?"

"He's not far from death."

Erza dismissed Natsu and sat down at the counter. "Tell me, what did you do last night? Did you accidentally drain yourself dry by secretly using the magic you copied from the guild master?"

Hope pinched the bridge of her nose.

Copy? She seemed to have misunderstood something, but the system could indeed interpret it that way, so let this wonderful misunderstanding continue.

"They're all presidents, aren't they?"

Hope leaned back onto the table. "You know I know a time-related spell called 'Arc of Time.' I told the president about it last night."

"I thought the president would cherish me after hearing this news, but who knew he'd treat me like a beast of burden..."

After Makarov performed a spectacular "uprooting of the willow tree" act, pulling the massive iron pillars out of the guild, Hope began using "Arc of Time" to restore the guild.

Who knew the work would only increase? After repairing the hall and fixing the hole, Hope discovered that many structures on the basement, first floor, second floor, and third floor were rotten and posed many hidden dangers.

This building was built when the guild was founded, and it is now over ninety years old, older than Makarov himself.

However, neither the second-generation guild leader who led the guild for the first forty years nor Makarov, who served as the third-generation guild leader for over forty years, had ever maintained the buildings.

This three-story wooden building has survived nearly a hundred years of upheaval by four generations of Fairy Tail members and still stands strong.

It has to be said that this is a miracle.

After all, this is Fairy Tail, where people fight all the time.

In order to fix the numerous hidden dangers, Hope had to use the "Arc of Time" to restore them one by one. For the most serious hidden dangers, he even used magic to rewind ninety years to solve them.

Because of insufficient magic power, Hope even used the "Arch of the Great Tree" to mobilize the magic power hidden in the earth, but even then, he was still completely drained of it.

Listening to Hope's rant, Erza finally understood what he had gone through the night before, and her expression turned strange. "Isn't this just asking for trouble? Actually, these tasks don't have to be finished in one day."

"This one..."

Hope scratched his head. "The guild master promised me that if I could repair the guild in one night, he would tell me how to increase my magic power limit."

"So you sold your art and your body?"

"Hahaha......."

Chapter 80 Invitation to the Magic Academy

Seeing Hope's forced laugh, Erza shook her head helplessly.

A person's magic power only increases as their body develops and grows, and once they pass their peak, their magic power will slowly decline.

She had never heard Makarov mention any other methods to enhance magic, and if there were, Makarov would have told them.

Unless that method is unsafe.

But Makarov wouldn't allow his "children" to be put in danger...

Erza was about to say something when Makarov's booming voice came from upstairs, "Everyone's here! How's the guild doing? Pretty good, huh?"

The short figure leaped down from the third-floor railing and landed lightly on the counter.

Makarov, still holding a steaming cup of tea, stroked his beard with satisfaction as he looked at the newly renovated guild, feeling exceptionally pleased.

However, upon seeing Hope's exhausted appearance, Makarov awkwardly rubbed his nose and said, "You brat, I didn't ask you to work this hard."

Hope waved her hand weakly: "President, what you promised me..."

"Don't worry, I keep my word."

Makarov slapped an opened envelope onto the counter from his pocket.

Hope picked up the envelope with a puzzled look. The envelope was very exquisite, made of luxury materials that only the upper class would use. Inside the envelope was a letter about half the size of an A4 sheet of paper.

Seeing Hope spread the letter out on the table, Erza curiously came over.

This is actually an invitation letter.

Dear Mr. Makarov Dole:

You are the foremost mage on the continent of Ishgar, possessing both powerful magic and noble character. Over the decades, you have eliminated numerous dark mage guilds, making indelible contributions to the magical world.

Besides ability, proper education is also an indispensable part of the flourishing development of the magic world... Providing education for children with outstanding magical talent and instilling correct values ​​is the responsibility of Mildian Magic Academy.

However, ever since the birth of the first mage guild in the Northern Continent and the world a hundred years ago, the atmosphere at our school has gradually deteriorated.

Because of the academy's millennia-old heritage, the teachers and students of this school, deeply influenced by the concept of "elite education," are filled with arrogance and prejudice towards the "rude" mage guild.

This seriously violates the original intention of Mildian Magic Academy.

Although I am fortunate to serve as the Dean of Mildian, it is already extremely difficult to reform the atmosphere of the academy from within.

For the reasons stated above, I humbly request Mr. Makarov to send two outstanding young members of your guild to conduct a three-day magical exchange with our students in mid-September.

Only through real combat can they truly see themselves in their ivory tower.

I will personally present a gift of thanks at that time.

Sincerely, Degus Heiberion

Upon seeing the contents of the letter, Hope and Erza were so shocked that they instinctively sat up straight.

Hope: "Demisor Academy of Magic?!"

Erza: "It's him! Hyberion!"

The two looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

Erza's dream is to become one of the "Ten Wizard Saints", so she pays close attention to the members on the list.

Although the Magic Council outwardly states that the "Ten Wizards" are ranked in no particular order, almost everyone in the magic world knows that the higher the rank of a Wizard, the stronger they are.

Makarov is the fifth of the "Ten Wizard Saints," while Joseph, whom he defeated, is ranked sixth.

And Hyberion's ranking... is second.

If Makarov, ranked fifth, could easily defeat Joseph, ranked sixth, when he used his full strength, one can imagine how terrifying Hyberion's strength must be.

But Hope's interest was completely different from Erza's; the so-called second of the Ten Saints was nothing compared to Mildian Magic Academy.

Mildian is a magic academy that has existed for nearly a thousand years and has an extremely rich magical heritage. It is said that more than 400 years ago, Zeref, who had not yet become a "dark mage", studied at Mildian.

However, Mildian also suffered as a result. One day, Zeref's magic took the lives of everyone in the academy. Fortunately, some teachers and students escaped because they were out at the time, and they later rebuilt Mildian.

These legends are best taken with a grain of salt. What's important to Hope is that Hyberion asked Makarov to send people to the academy students for a "magical exchange," which is basically a fight.

Mildian Magic Academy only accepts students with high magical talent, which means that those students may possess a lot of good magic, making it the best place to collect magic.

but.......

"President, what does this have to do with methods to increase magic power?" Hope put down the letter and looked up at Makarov with a suspicious expression, wondering if he had been taken advantage of.

Moreover, Lao Ma wanted to get him a second time for free, by having him compete against those students.

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"Nonsense, I am not the kind of person who would break his word."

Seeing Hope's skeptical look, Makarov continued righteously, "The Mildian Magic Academy is currently researching a topic—the 'second magic source' within a mage's body."

Hearing Makarov's words, Hope and Erza were both quite surprised; it was a term they had never heard before.

"A second source of magic? Could you elaborate, President?"

Hope asked, though he didn’t know what the Second Magic Source was, but he could guess from the name that it must be something that could increase the upper limit of magic power.

Makarov shook his head. "I'm not quite sure either. I only know that scholars have found that most mages only develop a portion of the magic power in their bodies."

"They named the untapped magic 'Second Magic Source,' believing that powerful mages, in addition to their innate magical power, may have also developed the latent magic within their bodies."

Hope understood; it was just like developing the brain.

It is said that only 10% of the human brain is developed. Some people believe that the higher the level of development, the smarter one is, and that further development can even grant incredible powers.

But that was ultimately just a conjecture.

But this is a world of magic, so perhaps it's possible to unlock the hidden potential within one's body through certain methods or means.

"Hope, Hayberion wants to borrow two men from me to fight his student. Would you be willing to go?" Makarov asked with a smile.

Hope was more than willing, even if the "second source of magic" was just a hypothetical idea in the end, being able to openly exploit the magic of those top students was already a win.

Chapter 81 Hope's "Evil" Plan

"President, what about the other candidate?" Hope asked for Erza's eager expression.

"Of course it's Erza. You two are the strongest fighters the guild can send out right now, besides me. After all, you were invited to cause trouble, so don't embarrass the guild."

At this point, Makarov suddenly let out a sigh.

The guild has a total of 5 S-rank mages.

One of them went out on a century-long mission and his whereabouts are unknown.

One who is unruly and still in the long rebellious phase.

A quest fanatic who never stays in a guild.

There is still a knot in his heart that is hard to untie, and all his strength has been reduced to nothing.

The members below S-rank are a veritable who's who of talent, each with their own unique flaws, and their ability to cause trouble brings him endless problems.

Since when did our Fairy Tail members become all problem children...?

"Hope, bring me a drink." Mirajane had gone out to buy groceries, so Makarov subconsciously ordered Hope, his former handyman.

Hope didn't say anything and filled Makarov's cup.

Erza snapped out of her reverie at the prospect of attending Mildian Magic Academy; after all, it was only August, and there was still more than a month until the date on the invitation.