A magic merchant infiltrating Fairy Tail

Having spent some time with Mavis, Jelf knew the answer to this question perfectly well.

Without a doubt, it's the latter!

After Kira said that, Zeref's face lit up with a look of sudden understanding, and he murmured, "Is that so... So... I am loved... Mavis..."

Suddenly, the air was filled with the sour smell of love.

After a long silence, Jelf regained his composure, his eyes turning cold once more: "But it's too late! There will never be another Mavis in this world!"

Kira stated that he wouldn't accept this "domineering CEO loves a little girl" trope: "Of course! Nobody is a second anyone else! But..."

"But what?" asked Jelf.

"However, if you can be afflicted by this 'curse,' and the First Generation can also be afflicted by this 'curse,' then naturally there can be a third, a fourth, or even a fifth, a sixth, a seventh, or an eighth. As long as the numbers are stacked up, these people can deal with you all at once; or you can use the method of raising Gu to cultivate the strongest one. In this way... heh heh..."

"I refuse to believe that this 'deity' has inexhaustible energy!"

Hearing this bizarre and "inhumane" proposal, Zeref remained unmoved, but still interrupted: "To bear the 'Curse of Ankhseram,' one must first possess extremely high talent, and secondly, one must break the boundary between life and death. It's not that simple..."

Kira casually grabbed two weeds at his feet, intertwined them, and said meaningfully, "When excellent bloodlines combine, they will naturally give birth to even better bloodlines, just like these! As long as there are enough of them, so-called 'geniuses' will naturally appear!"

The topics that teetered on the edge of a knife, along with the tempting words, slowly eroded the respect for life in the two people's hearts.

"Such a simple principle, how could you, who created Etelias, not know it? Such a simple method, how could you, who controls an entire magical empire, not have the means to use it?"

Kira's words were devoid of any emotion. At this moment, he resembled a mad researcher who was completely absorbed in the exploration of magic. This disrespect for life was something even Zeref could not match.

"If you don't do it, it's not because you don't want to die, is it? I know, there are always some people in this world who pretend to be dead, but actually just to show off their power to the world."

Zeref's nagging and provocative words gradually fueled his murderous intent, his gaze turning cold and ruthless: "Can you bear the price of making me forget the importance of life?"

'This person knows everything about himself, yet he repeatedly tests my limits, his aim being to make me forget the value of life! He's provoking me! But why? What benefit does he gain from forcing me to take action?'

If the person before him were slightly weaker, with more ordinary magic, and not so mysterious, Zeref might have attacked immediately. But his usually accurate intuition made him abandon his plan to attack Kira.

'Don't take action! Otherwise, unpredictable things might happen!'

"It's hard to believe that such words would come out of the mouth of a mage from the Guild of Light."

"I find it hard to believe that such words would come from the mouth of a legendary black mage."

Their gazes grew increasingly fierce, and the completely different magical powers within them unconsciously emanated, colliding and sparking intensely in the air, causing the heavens and earth to freeze and the space to tremble.

After a long while, Zeref withdrew his magical pressure.

'This person might one day grow to the same strength and status as me and Acnologia!'

Just as Zeref wouldn't easily declare war on Acnologia, he wouldn't attack Kira at this moment.

It wasn't because Kira possessed Acnologia's strength, but rather because Kira's behavior was far too mysterious. This sense of knowing everything about everything seemed incredibly unbelievable to him.

"How about it? Let's go back to the Alvarez Empire now, back to your fields, and begin this hybridization experiment?"

Kira continued the previous topic, "Or do you prefer to call it the 'Emperor Development Project' or the 'Empire Raising Game'?"

Zeref didn't continue talking to Kira, but got up and prepared to leave.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped, muttering to himself, "It seems to be around here!"

Kira heard it, but couldn't understand it, so he frowned warily.

Then Zeref's voice rang out again: "You just said that I should show you some appreciation for taking care of Natsu, right?"

This was the first time in the conversation that Jelf had taken the initiative.

Kira felt a sudden chill, a vague sense of unease creeping over him, but determined not to lose face, he still asked defiantly, "What? Planning to give me a hundred million?"

"First, survive this war and prove that you have the potential to surpass me and Acnologia!"

Jelf did not answer Kira's question, but simply stared ahead, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and ruthlessness.

At the same time, he activated a mysterious magical power within his body, and without Kira's complete awareness, the magic spread outward, sending out a signal that reached straight to the sky!

"In this war between fairies and demons!"

……

Meanwhile, some distance away, on a floating island, in a mysterious palace, a pair of eyes suddenly opened.

After a series of incredulous facial expressions, the figure on the throne suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"I sense your summons, Lord Zeref!"

Chapter 312 The President

Just past the middle of winter, a cool breeze blew across Sirius Island, thanks to the unique climate of the South China Sea, which is similar to summer in the Kingdom of Fiore.

The wind blew away countless figures enveloped in magic bubbles, carrying them from the enormous magic airship in the sky to Sirius Island, ready to unleash a hunting game.

This wind also swept up countless withered flowers and leaves that had fallen to the ground and were about to turn into nutrients and return to nature, carrying them in a continuous twirl and spin in the air, and finally, under the influence of gravity, they fell back to the feet of the person standing in the same place.

Zeref had already left, but Kira remained standing there, still thinking about the words Zeref had said before leaving.

"First, survive the battle between fairies and demons..."

It sounds like it's saying that the two sides are evenly matched and the outcome is unpredictable.

Kira wasn't surprised to hear such words from someone else; the 'Heart of the Devil' had a great reputation in Ishgar, so it wasn't surprising that ordinary people would have such thoughts.

But since it's Jelf who said those words, we have to think about it carefully.

"The 'demon' he speaks of, does it refer to the 'heart of the demon'? Or... the 'Gates of the Underworld'?"

Kira looked up at the sky, where countless magical bubbles rained down. These magical bubbles, crafted using a special method, could ignore the magical barrier surrounding Tenrou Island, allowing for perfect intrusion.

The previous raid on Demisor Academy went just as smoothly. Although the methods used in the two wars were different, they led to the same goal.

In this respect, 'Devil's Heart' seems to have particularly outstanding skills.

The magic bubble exploded with a bang as soon as it landed, revealing the hands that had been hiding inside.

They wielded various weapons, including knives, swords, and guns, their blades gleaming coldly and their presence menacing; their faces displayed a range of expressions, from fierce and ruthless to malevolent, exuding a murderous aura and appearing as shadowy figures.

Dozens... Hundreds... Thousands...

In the darkness of the magical world, there exists a guild that has existed for nearly half a century. No one knows how many people they have in total. All that can be felt is that there are people everywhere—in the sky, in front of them, and all around them!

"Hey hey hey..."

"Kill...kill..."

"Is this 'Fairy Tail'? It doesn't look very strong..."

"Why are there only women and children here?"

"Oh? There are cats too?"

Mockery, sarcasm, hostility, malice...

Throughout Tenrou Island, thugs known as 'demons' and brimming with evil are about to embark on a killing game called Sin, and their opponents are fairies!

……

At the edge of the island, where the magic airship landed.

A gentle sea breeze rustled through the two people standing opposite each other; the rolling tides crashed against the golden sand, one after another.

The two remained silent, their hearts as restless and turbulent as the sea breeze and tides at that moment.

A flood of memories flashed through my mind, and a wave of sadness overwhelmed me, leaving me speechless and choked with emotion.

"I never imagined that after nearly 50 years of silence, we would meet again in this state, President Precito."

It was Makarov who spoke first; he was short and old, with a slightly hunched figure, but his tone was sad.

"To be precise, it was 48 years!"

Hades was tall and strong, with a powerful voice. Although he was over 120 years old, he looked younger than Maklov, who was over 80.

"You're getting old, kid!"

"When I first heard that you were the chairman of 'Heart of the Devil', I couldn't believe it at all. Even before I actually met you, I still held a sliver of hope that the information was wrong."

Maklov's voice was filled with dejection, then it became firm again, "Leave now, and I'll still give you that chance!"

Hades ignored Maklov's ultimatum of "giving you a chance," and merely looked surprised: "Intelligence? Do you have a spy in the guild?"

Besides magic, Hades also clearly possesses considerable intelligence in management. He noticed the flaw in Makarov's casual remark: "Who is your mole? The newly joined Jellal? Or Ultear, who has been acting strangely since returning? Or... both?"

He muttered to himself for a long time, finally letting out a deep sigh: "It seems that the brat from back then has now become an excellent leader!"

This half-serious, half-joking remark intensified Makarov's inner turmoil: "Stop calling me kid! We're no longer family!"

His tone was firm, but the clenched fist hidden in his sleeve betrayed his turbulent inner state.

"I... feel a little heartbroken! It's like I have to destroy 'Fairy Tail' with my own hands..."

A hundred years ago, as one of the creators, he personally built Fairy Tail piece by piece, and devoted countless efforts to it afterward; a hundred years later, however, he has to destroy the "child" born from his own hands.

Where in this world are there parents who don't love their children?

Hades couldn't help but feel melancholy.

Nevertheless, he still didn't realize that what he was about to destroy was not just a guild or a few lives, but also his lost youth, his past dreams, his youthful vigor, and his original aspiration to pursue the path of demonic cultivation.

"I will absolutely not let you succeed!!!" Makarov shouted fiercely.

At this moment, the endless sorrow, regret, disappointment, and loneliness in his heart were all heavily suppressed by his will to protect his family. In the end, the only thing that was shown on his face was a pair of unwavering eyes!

The familiar yet intense will made Hades momentarily dazed. He suddenly shifted his gaze to the robust figure with a cloak draped over Maklov's shoulders behind him.

Gildas was standing a few meters behind Maklov, his expression equally solemn, as if he had never seen an opponent like Hades before.

Noticing Hades' gaze directed his way, he did not flinch but instead met Hades' gaze back directly.

The moment their eyes met in mid-air, Hades knew Gildas's capabilities!

"Is this your child, Makarov? What an excellent mage!"

Hades suddenly burst into laughter, feeling both gratified by Fairy Tail's strength and regretful that such a talented individual was about to be destroyed.

"How about joining my guild? 'Heart of the Demon' is currently missing a vice-guild leader!"

This last sentence was said to Gildas.