Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

As he spoke, another flurry of punches came flying at him.

His demonic physique made him much stronger than an ordinary mage, and with him involved, Zhou Lan only heard a man begging for mercy coming from the dust and smoke.

"Stop hitting me, or I'll die..."

Zhou Lan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, her expression showing a hint of astonishment.

Inexplicable.

He suddenly had a distressing feeling that his innocent younger brother had been led astray.

Chapter 301 What Misconceptions Do You Have About Vitality?

Zhou Lan was completely convinced.

Ximu is indeed a bit restless.

Of course, it's also possible that they were originally a cheerful person, but after spending millions of years in hell, they were stifled and repressed for too long.

That godforsaken place, once you go there, you never utter a sound.

So when I came out and saw this lively environment, I couldn't help but join in and show off my skills.

"I guess I'll just consider it a way to vent my anger," Zhou Lan thought helplessly.

He saw Ximu beat up one person after another, his demonic constitution allowing him to "slaughter all around" in the crowd.

Gradually, people stopped and watched this boy they had never seen before stumble and dart about.

This was just the norm in the Fairy Tail guild; even when members clashed with magic, they were only unleashing low-level spells.

This made Ximu even more reckless.

Taking advantage of the demon's naturally stronger physique, he fought his way from the east to the west.

In the middle, Gray, Natsu's old rival in the guild, the Ice Shaping Mage, saw Natsu lying on the ground blowing bubbles.

He yelled and stripped naked, then charged forward with clenched fists.

Don't get me wrong, this guy just has a slight exhibitionist streak.

But halfway there, it was kicked by Ximu and flew away to who knows where.

After glancing at the chaotic guild, Zhou Lan shook her head helplessly and drifted to a slightly quieter window sill.

A pretty girl with white hair and her bangs tied up walked over.

Holding a tray with wine glasses in her palm, she smiled and asked Zhou Lan, "Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you, but no need," Zhou Lan replied.

"You must be mages from outside, right?" The girl's gaze shifted from Zhou Lan to west Mu, who was on the main battlefield.

"You're so energetic!" she couldn't help but praise.

“You seem to have some misunderstanding about vitality.” Zhou Lan also glanced at west Mu.

He had already thoroughly surveyed the interior of the guild and the strength of all its members long before he left.

Therefore, he maintained an indulgent attitude towards Ximu's recklessness.

On the contrary, he, as the elder brother, is here to protect them.

"Are you here to join a guild?" the girl continued to ask.

“I’m not sure.” Zhou Lan’s gaze followed west Mu’s figure. “He might be… as for me…”

Zhou Lan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "They're probably here for a vacation."

“An interesting answer.” The girl nodded and extended her hand to Zhou Lan. “I am Mirajane, and I am also a member of the Fairy Tail guild.”

Zhou Lan looked away and glanced at her.

He already knew the other person's name.

Mirajane is a powerful member of the Fairy Tail guild.

Although she appears harmless and works as a fashion magazine model, her skill in receiving magic allows her to take on various different forms.

He possesses the strength of an S-rank mage.

Seeing that Zhou Lan didn't intend to shake hands, Miran wasn't embarrassed at all, and happily stared at the battlefield.

"He seems like a rather arrogant person," she thought to herself.

That's normal, though. There are all sorts of mages in this world, and even in guilds, there are quite a few with worse personalities.

As for strength.

Ximu, who had been wreaking havoc on the battlefield, already seemed very strong. The middle-aged man who accompanied him carried a hint of parental authority.

Its strength will probably only grow stronger.

After a brief exchange, Mirajane got a general idea.

Nearby, Natsu finally woke up.

The first thing that catches the eye is the noisy crowd.

He instantly forgot everything else, flipped himself up from the ground, and charged toward the battlefield with his fist raised.

He shouted, "Hey, Lucy, I'm here to help you!"

Just then, a furious shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, rang out in the guild.

"Silence! Stop it, all of you!"

A group of unusually short, bald, Mediterranean-looking old men with white hair came out from the second floor.

As soon as the angry shout fell, the guild fell silent, and everyone obediently stopped fighting.

Ximu, who was in the middle of a great moment, suddenly stopped. He was still holding a man's collar and looked up at the building in that position.

"We finally have some distinguished guests, and this is such a mess!" Fairy Tail guild master Makarov continued to roar.

His gaze first fell from the second floor to the side that was away from the fighting battlefield.

Mirajane and he exchanged a glance, and she smiled and nodded slightly.

He then looked at Zhou Lan, who met his gaze without flinching.

Makarov was startled.

"This man is very strong." A thought flashed through his mind, and he nodded, continuing to look at the center.

It landed on Ximu, who was grabbing someone else's collar.

As the president, he naturally knows everyone here, and Ximu is that outsider.

Makarov paused for a moment.

"Can they really fit in?" A hint of surprise flashed through his mind, knowing that quite a few people were turned away by the guild's style.

And this boy, whom they were meeting for the first time, actually got involved.

Following Makarov's gaze, many guild members turned their attention to Ximu.

"Heh heh, so there are outsiders here today." The woman, drunk and clutching the bottle, said with a burp.

"Ouch, no wonder it hurt so much today." A man near Ximu suddenly squatted down, clutching his bright red cheek. "He's really strong."

"Hey, you can let go now," the man being held by Ximu quickly reminded him, his face also looking uncomfortable.

"Elfman, let him go!" Makarov shouted at the man.

"No, he's the one pulling me!" the man, Elfman, quickly raised his hands to explain.

“Uh…” Makarov fell silent.

From his perspective, it looked as if Elfman was bullying Ximu.

Especially noteworthy is the fact that Elfman, Mirajane's younger brother and a fellow user of magic, appears so robust in his Beast King form.

It wasn't until Makarov saw the redness and swelling on Elfman's cheek as he turned around that he finally realized it.

So after all that fighting, it turns out that the ones getting beaten up were all from their own guild.

Makarov smiled awkwardly; other people's children are hard to manage.

But Ximu wasn't the kind of person who was oblivious to the situation. He released his grip and whispered, "Interesting."

Although he lost his power, he did not lose the vision he once had as a demon.

He could tell that the old man on the second floor was much stronger than the others.

He took two steps back and stood aside, like a well-behaved, obedient child.

It must be said that Ximu does have some talent when it comes to acting.

Makarov breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were just an ordinary guy, we could ignore him, but the problem is that Zhou Lan is standing here.

Even with his strength comparable to that of a Saint Ten Archmage, he couldn't see through it at all.

In a magical world.

The unknown also means power.

Chapter 302 An Alternative Dragonbone Cross

"Who invited him?"

Makarov glanced across the first floor and asked a question.

"It's me!" Natsu shouted, raising his hand. "We met on the road..."

Natsu glanced at Zhou Lan, his eyes suddenly filled with excitement.

"This uncle defeated a dragon head-on!" he exclaimed, making a startling statement.

As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy conversation broke out in the guild.

"Defeat a dragon? How is that possible!" someone scoffed. "You must be kidding!"

"Natsu doesn't seem like the type to joke around."

"...Haha, if that's the case, then this guy is even stronger than the president?"

"So they're here to challenge us? No wonder that kid was chasing me earlier..." A pitiful guy in the crowd seemed to suddenly realize something.

Makarov's eyes flickered as he looked at Zhou Lan.

He didn't think Natsu was lying; the guy had always been straightforward.

Most importantly, he did indeed sense the aura of a dragon just now, which must have come from the other side of the continent, spanning the entire Kingdom of Fiore.

Although his figure was invisible, the oppressive aura he exuded was undeniable.

“So I invited them to join our guild!” Natsu continued.

"But I haven't agreed yet," Lucy added.

“I agree.” Ximu suddenly spoke, his gaze sweeping over everyone. “Ximu thinks this place is… very interesting, and I also need to learn some experience.”

"That's great!" Natsu excitedly looked at Zhou Lan.

He had never seen Ximu make a move, but Zhou Lan's record was undeniable.

"I don't need to," Zhou Lan smiled gently, seemingly uninterested in such matters.

“It’s alright, the guild welcomes all those with kind hearts and goodwill,” Makarov said.

“However, I have one condition,” Ximu said again.

"I need to learn some knowledge, or rather, magic," he stated his purpose.

Playing around is one thing, fooling around is another, but the devil isn't the type to let things interfere with his work.

“Well…” Makarov lowered his head in thought, “The guild doesn’t have many books, and most of the magic books are simple knowledge books rather than teaching books… I can agree to your request.”

"Then we're family now." Ximu smiled and looked around, his voice filled with anticipation.

But inexplicably, everyone he glanced at couldn't help but back away in fear, and many of them suddenly felt their faces burning again after they had just started to feel a little better.