Extra's Stories

Suddenly, the Extra scooped Morgan into his arms, holding her bridal-style as he activated [Tracker], instantly mapping the fastest way out. Without hesitation, he took off running.

The cave was pitch black, the air thick with dampness, and Morgan could barely see a thing. Yet, Fate moved with effortless precision, weaving through the darkness as if he had walked this path a hundred times before.

A sharp metallic sound echoed as a chain shot out from his left knee, embedding itself into the stone wall. The moment it latched on, Fate was yanked upward, dismissing the chain mid-air before digging his feet into the rock and launching himself forward again. Another chain extended, catching onto a ledge and swinging them higher.

Morgan clung to him, her grip tightening involuntarily. The sheer speed at which they moved made her stomach twist, but Fate remained steady, focused. Within moments, they broke free of the cavern's suffocating darkness, emerging into the open night air.

The journey back to the house was quiet. Sneaking inside, Fate was already making his way toward his room, exhaustion seeping into his movements.

Just as he reached for the door, a sharp voice stopped him.

"No! You need to clean up first."

Fate blinked, turning to face a glaring Morgan.

"Heh? It's late. I don't wanna." His voice was flat, almost childlike in its defiance.

Morgan crossed her arms, not backing down. "No, you need a bath! You're covered in sweat and dust!"

They locked eyes, neither willing to budge. The tension in the room crackled like a drawn blade.

Then, before Fate could react, Morgan grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him straight into the bathroom.

He didn't resist.

Honestly, he was too tired to care. Plus, after years of being pushed around by women stronger than him, resisting had become more of an act of defiance whenever he felt like testing his luck. Unless they posed an actual threat to his life, arguing just wasn't worth the effort.

Morgan rolled up her sleeves, sighing as she assessed the mess in front of her. "Lift your arm."

Without thinking, Fate complied. [Independent Action] took over, his body automatically responding to her command while his mind drifted elsewhere.

Morgan scrubbed at his skin, muttering under her breath. "How annoying. Do I look like some maid to you?"

He didn't reply.

She sighed, shaking her head. "At least give me a reward. It's not every day I personally wash a man's body, you know?" she teased, expecting no real response.

Instead, Fate's right hand twitched.

A soft beep echoed in the room as his system screen suddenly materialized, startling Morgan.

She watched in confusion as his hand moved on its own, scrolling through his list of skills. Her breath hitched when he stopped on [U&I], holding down the skill until additional options appeared.

His finger hovered over {Share}.

Then, without hesitation, he selected [Morgan Le Fay]—the only available option.

A notification popped up in Morgan's vision, glowing brightly against her system interface.

Condition Unlock: [U&I]

Her jaw dropped. "HUH!?"

She stared at the message in disbelief, heart pounding as she quickly opened her system to confirm it.

What the hell just happened?

Target: Fate Redgrave

Gender: Male

Trust: 30%

Loyalty: 12%

Love: 31%

Affection: Dom 96%

Mental: 58%

Personal Skills: [U&I]

'H-He actually gave me access to one of his skills!?'

Morgan stared at the notification in disbelief, her mind scrambling to process what had just happened. She had only been joking—teasing him like she always did—never expecting him to actually do anything. Especially not while he was on autopilot, letting [Independent Action] guide his body.

Yet here she was, watching in stunned silence as her system registered [U&I] under her skill list.

Her hand trembled as she hesitantly tapped on it.

ERROR - Skill Incompatible with HostSkill Modification - Start - 0%

'What the heck!?!'

A loading screen materialized in front of her eyes, sending her into a silent meltdown.

'Whyyyy?'

Of all the things Fate could have given her, it had to be this? She had hoped—prayed—for something useful, like [Magician's Library], [Mind Rope], or even a simple [Lock-On] skill. Something that could actually help her in battle or enhance her abilities.

But no. She got [U&I], a skill completely incompatible with her.

And now it was modifying itself to suit her.

The problem? She had no idea what the modified version would become. It could turn into something powerful… or something utterly useless. A skill she might never even be able to use.

Morgan felt an overwhelming urge to scream. Instead, she let out a deep sigh, rubbing her temples.

"Let's just go to bed," she muttered in resignation.

Fate, still under [Independent Action], simply got up and followed her without a word.

Their bare skin pressed together as they lay tangled beneath the sheets, legs intertwined in a way that had long since stopped being awkward for them.

Morgan had been in this position with him countless times before, yet tonight, sleep evaded her.

Her eyes remained locked on the hovering progress bar in her vision.

2%…

The numbers crawled at an agonizing pace, and no matter how much she blinked, her system refused to disappear.

By the time the sun began to rise, Morgan was still wide awake.

Dark circles rested beneath her eyes, her exhaustion evident. Yet, she stubbornly refused to close them, her focus glued to the ever-growing percentage.

At some point, Fate stirred beside her. His icy-blue eyes cracked open, only to pause as he attempted to sit up—only to find himself trapped.

Morgan was clinging to him.

Her soft, bare chest pressed against his arm, her breathing slow but steady.

"You're awake, aren't you?" he asked, voice still laced with sleep.

"Yeah."

Her monotone response was uncharacteristic. Fate turned his head slightly, catching sight of her blank expression. She wasn't just tired—she was waiting for something.

His gaze flickered toward her system screen, catching the 78% hovering in front of her vision.

He sighed. "Are you going to let go or—?"

"No. Don't leave my side."

Her voice was still devoid of its usual emotion, but the way she tightened her grip told him enough.

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck in mild exasperation.

After a brief moment of thought, he raised a hand and placed it gently on her head.

Activating [U&I], he linked himself with her.

Then, with a flicker of magic, he cast [Refreshment], easing away the exhaustion that clung to her body like a vice.

A soft warmth washed over her as the tired heaviness in her limbs began to fade. The dull ache behind her eyes vanished, clarity returning to her thoughts.

Fate didn't stop there. With another simple gesture, he activated his Magecraft, projecting a fresh set of clothes onto both of them.

Morgan blinked a few times, her dazed mind finally catching up to reality. She tilted her head up at him.

"Let's get out of bed, shall we?"

He moved to sit up—

But Morgan refused to let go.

Her grip remained like iron, fingers curling tighter around his arm as she watched the final numbers tick upward.

99%…

100%.

A soft chime echoed in her mind.

Skill Modification - Complete.

[Only Us] - the user can access the target's(Fate Redgrave) {Talent}, picking one of their {Mastery}, {Styles}, {Skill} for personal use for 6 hours. The skill has a 12-hour cooldown.

'YES!' Morgan cheered in her heart unknowingly pushing Fate away making him rub his arm feeling confused.

Immediately activating it, she scrolls down finding one of his old skills [Gacha Talents] which Fate forgot to use after using [Time Jump] to skip the cooldown.

Using this chance she activated it on herself, and her expression dropped once she saw it.

'WHAT THE HECK!?'

[Maiden In Love] - Increase the user's affection for the target ten times. The duration lasts 1 hour.

'How is increasing my feelings toward him tenfold for 1 hour gonna help me!? I want a refund!!!'

And just like that, time continued to flow.

After hours of convincing from Morgan, Fate finally agreed to stay in this world for half a year instead of leaving after just a month.

Sitting on the bed, he leaned back against the headboard, his icy-blue eyes fixed on her. "I see." His voice was calm at first. "You've had a system for over a month already. So why are you telling me just now?"

His tone turned cold, and Morgan instinctively turned away, hugging a pillow to her chest.

She had used Fate's [Gacha Talents] through [Only Us], and this time, Fate noticed his cooldown timer resetting.

'This girl… Can't she just be honest with me? I know she's controlling, but I'd appreciate it more if she didn't sneak around like before.'

His thoughts echoed in Morgan's mind, making her eyes widen.

A new skill had appeared in her system.

[His Voice] – The user can hear the target's thoughts. The clarity depends on the love and bond between them. Limited uses per 24 hours.

Her fingers trembled as she processed the ability. She knew how important a system was to someone. She also knew that if Fate truly lost trust in her, it would be impossible to regain. And sure enough, her system displayed it—his trust had dropped from 35% to 32%.

Yet, despite her fear, she was somewhat relieved. He wasn't reacting as badly as she had imagined.

She needed to recover from this. Fast.

"I was afraid..." she admitted, voice softer than usual. "I thought you might react negatively… like you'd despise me."

It wasn't a lie. But it was sugarcoated.

Fate exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. Then, his voice returned to its usual tone.

"I see. You don't need to worry about that. You only have that system because of me, after all." He closed his eyes briefly before adding, "But at least ask me first before using my skills. We can work things out."

Morgan blinked.

She had expected him to be like her—calculating, manipulative, vindictive if necessary. But they weren't identical. He wasn't going to punish her, nor was he going to try and break her mind for planning behind his back.

Hearing his words, she let out a deep sigh of relief. 'Looks like I overreacted and ended up kicking myself for nothing.'

That was when she heard another thought slip from his mind.

'I don't mind her having that system. After all, she'd unlock something much more powerful if I just put a ring on her.'

Morgan froze.

Her eyes widened as her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

'Wait, what!?' she almost blurted out. 'Are you saying I'd get stronger just by marrying you? Where did you even get that—'

Then it hit her.

'Alter.'

A future version of herself from an alternate timeline.

'That jackass! Why didn't he tell me this!?'

The temptation to drop to one knee and propose right then and there was immense.

But she resisted.

No—she had to keep her composure. Despite him knowing every inch of her body—inside and out—she couldn't look desperate. He wanted a partner. Someone he could rely on. Not a clingy woman desperate for power.

She took a deep breath, masking her emotions with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for understanding."

Fate simply nodded. "Get some rest. We leave tomorrow, remember?"

He reminded her of their upcoming journey through this world. It was one of many, after all. This world was based on an old childhood game he used to love playing, and there was still more to see.

The next day, after saying their goodbyes to Phil and Techno, the two resumed their exploration.

They traveled across the land, gathering rare materials, meeting people—and, of course, fighting mobs.

Morgan, however, quickly developed a hatred for the Phantom. Those winged nuisances were relentless. The Warden, on the other hand, intrigued her, though its eerie presence made her uneasy.

Fate, however, was not picky. As long as something moved, he was willing to turn it into material.

During their journey, they also gained new skills from his [Gacha Talents].

Morgan received [Maiden Shield], which, at first, sounded promising.

Until she read its description.

The skill only activated if she used herself as a shield for Fate, granting her a 45% damage reduction.

Absolutely useless.

Fate was ridiculously hard to kill, boasting multiple healing factors. And even if someone did manage to kill him, he'd only come back stronger.

On the other hand, Fate gained [Item Recovery], which restored his items' durability over time.

Not bad, he thought. But since he could just summon fresh weapons from his Reality Marble, it wasn't particularly exciting.

However, the skill he created himself was far more valuable.

[Stacking] – Skills with a time limit can be stacked beyond their original cooldown.

This meant that if he waited for six months without using [Gacha Talents], he could roll six spins at once instead of just one.

A game-changing ability.

As the final day in this world arrived, Fate stood with his hand hovering over [Realm Walker].

"Are you ready to leave for the next world?" he asked.

Morgan glanced around one last time before nodding. "Yeah, I think we've spent enough time here. By the way... will we ever come back here?"

"Of course, Philza actually adopted you. That makes you his daughter now. So of course we're going to come back eventually."

After hearing that, she smile and retreated into their Inner World, allowing him to activate his skill.

With a faint hum of energy, his body distorted—ray-shifting—as he vanished into the next world.

Back in the Fairy Tail world.

Deep within a dense forest, the air trembled as a monstrous shriek echoed through the trees. A demonic bird, its massive form covered in tattered black feathers, hovered ominously above the clearing. Its grotesque beak, far larger than any normal predator's, split open to reveal rows of jagged teeth. Blood-red eyes gleamed with malice as it flapped its colossal wings, sending powerful gusts of wind crashing through the trees.

It was hunting.

But it wasn't the predator.

It was prey.

Standing atop a tall hill, a lone figure watched the beast with an icy glare. Her medium-length white hair was unbound, swaying lightly with the wind. She wore a black vest over a dark tank top, paired with short jean shorts. Black combat boots pressed into the dirt, and her arms were clad in long-sleeved gloves that reached up to her elbows. Over it all, she wore a medium-length red trench coat, its fabric flaring dramatically behind her.

This was Mirajane Strauss.

The demon bird screeched, diving toward her with lethal speed, talons gleaming under the moonlight.

Mira didn't flinch.

Satan Soul!

A surge of dark energy erupted from her body, engulfing her in a violet glow. In an instant, her form shifted—horns sprouting from her head, demonic wings bursting from her back. Her aura burned with pure power, her transformation complete.

With a single flap of her wings, she shot into the air.

The demon bird screeched in fury and followed, its razor-sharp talons slashing through the empty space where she had just been.

Evil Orb!

Mira raised her palm, summoning spheres of dark magic. She hurled them one after another—the first three barely missing as the creature twisted and dodged. But the fourth orb struck its chest, sending dark energy surging through its body.

The bird shrieked in agony, momentarily stunned.

A smirk tugged at Mira's lips.

Dark Shot!

She extended her index finger. A barrage of dark energy bullets erupted from her fingertips like a submachine gun, forcing the demon into an evasive spiral. It flapped wildly, darting left and right to avoid the relentless onslaught.

But then—

With blinding speed, the demon executed a sharp U-turn, diving straight toward her with talons outstretched.

Mira's palm ignited with crackling black energy.

Soul Extinctor!

A beam of darkness erupted from her hand, roaring through the sky toward the oncoming demon. But it didn't slow down. It crashed into the beam head-on, pushing through the attack.

Mira's eyes widened—

Too late.

The bird's massive talons clamped onto her, its crushing grip locking around her body. Then, with terrifying force, it dove toward the ground.

SLAM!

Dirt and debris exploded around them as Mira was dragged across the forest floor, her body grinding against the rough terrain.

Satan Soul: Fate Redgrave

She grit her teeth, fighting through the pain. Her body glowed once more.

From behind her back, she reached for her damaged blade, Scarlet. In a single precise slash, she severed the demon's leg.

The beast shrieked in agony as its grip faltered. Mira twisted mid-roll, kicking off the demon's remaining talon and landing gracefully on her feet. Blood dripped from her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her glove.

She didn't hesitate.

As the demon flailed in pain, trying to regain balance, she rushed forward.

Her blade sang through the air—

SLASH!

The weapon sank deep into the demon's chest, and it let out a guttural, ear-piercing scream.

Mira's grip tightened. She twisted the blade.

The bird thrashed violently, but she remained firm, unwavering. With a single powerful stroke, she sliced through its wing, sending the severed limb tumbling to the ground.

The demon collapsed, writhing and screeching in agony.

Mira loomed over it, her glowing eyes merciless. She pressed the blade deeper, then—

SLASH!

She severed its neck.

The massive beast let out one final, gurgling shriek before falling still.

Silence.

Mira exhaled, her breath ragged as she stepped back, gripping her weapon. The blade—now cracked—still hummed faintly with residual energy. She wiped off the demon's blood before sheathed it once more.

Then, she glanced at her left hand.

Her fingers trembled slightly. Slowly, she removed her glove, revealing the dark magenta hue spreading across her palm.

Her skin has a magenta shade, crack veins pulsing with otherworldly energy. Her nails grew sharper.

Mira knew.

She had known for a long time.

For over a year after he disappeared, during the battle against Malenia, when his blood fell on her, she unlocked his transformation.

Fate Redgrave—his secret was something he had kept hidden from everyone, even her younger sibling. But Mira had seen through it.

She knew about his devil heritage.

She knew he was a half-devil.

And she knew exactly how the other demons and devils despised his blood, visible by how more aggressive they became when she used Satan Soul: Fate Redgrave.

Her gaze softened slightly.

"Still no sign of you…" she whispered.

Mira clenched her fist, before putting back her glove as she lowered her hand.

Then, without another word, she disposed of the demon's body before turning and vanished into the darkness of the forest.

Hidden Laboratory – Ishgar

The lead scientist smirked, observing the progress displayed on the monitors. The cloning of the Devil Hunter was proceeding smoothly.

The lab now had an ample supply of DNA carefully assembled and cultivated.

Of course, the clones weren't perfect. Unlike the original, they lacked his insane regenerative abilities. However, they still carried a fraction of his potential, and with time… they could grow.

It was a promising start.

Everything was going according to plan—until disaster struck.

"WHERE THE HELL IS SUBJECT 001?!"

The scientist's enraged voice boomed through the lab, his eyes locked onto an empty containment tank.

The reinforced water chamber, which once held one of the first-generation Fate clones, was completely shattered—its liquid contents now pooling across the cold, metallic floor.

Silence.

The room was deathly still.

None of the researchers dared to breathe, let alone speak. Their boss's face twisted with rage as he scanned the room, waiting for an answer.

But none came.

The other scientists were just as clueless as he was. Nobody had seen Subject 001 escape. Nobody knew how he got out. Nobody had a single explanation.

The lead scientist felt his blood pressure skyrocket, his vision nearly turning white-hot with fury. He gritted his teeth, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned bone-white.

For a moment, it looked like he might collapse from sheer rage-induced aneurysm.

Instead, he forced himself to inhale sharply, regaining just enough composure to bark out his next order:

"Dissect Subject 002! Extract his cells and begin immediate production of the next-generation clones!"

The scientists flinched at the command but scrambled into action, desperate to avoid his wrath.

"And I want NO repeats of today's incident! Deploy a guard unit! Find that runaway clone—NOW!"

Panic spread like wildfire. Personnel rushed to obey, their footsteps echoing through the lab as security forces were mobilized.