Fairy Tail: O King of the Fairies

The sensation of damp earth pressed against my skin as consciousness sluggishly returned. My body ached, my head throbbed, and when I finally managed to open my eyes, I found myself surrounded by towering trees. The dense forest canopy above allowed only faint rays of sunlight to trickle through, casting shifting, ghostly patterns on the ground.

"What... happened to me?" I murmured, my voice rasping with confusion. I pushed myself up, every muscle protesting.

I scanned my surroundings. This wasn't my cramped apartment in the city, cluttered with ramen cups and neglected paperwork. There was no faint hum of fluorescent lights, no distant honk of traffic. Instead, there was silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and strange, melodic calls from unseen creatures.

My hands shook as panic clawed at my chest. Think, Aidan. Think.

"I'm Aidan," I whispered, as though saying my name would anchor me. "I'm twenty-six. I... I was just at my desk, drowning in deadlines. And now—"

I froze, catching sight of my hands. They were smaller, softer—like a child's. My gaze darted to the rest of me. My body felt light and spry, as though I had shed the weight of years. An uneasy laugh escaped my lips. "This has to be a dream... right?"

But everything—every sound, every touch—was too vivid. Too real.

I sat back against a tree, taking ragged breaths. My mind raced. Memories of monotonous days and lonely nights surfaced. I'd had no one—no family, no friends who really cared. Only fleeting escapes into anime and games, where heroes lived lives of grandeur.

A bitter chuckle bubbled up. "Is this some twisted joke? Tossing me into some fantasy world because I watched too many isekai?"

Standing shakily, I brushed dirt from my clothes. They were simple, nondescript—a tunic and trousers made from coarse fabric. My bare feet sank slightly into the damp soil.

"Alright, Aidan," I muttered, trying to summon some courage. "If this isn't a dream, panicking won't get you anywhere. Step one: figure out where the hell I am."

The forest was alive with faint noises: rustling leaves, distant bird calls, and an almost imperceptible hum in the air. I began walking, each step tentative. The ground felt spongy beneath my feet, a mix of moss and damp earth.

Hours seemed to pass. My stomach growled, and exhaustion set in. "I need food," I muttered. "And water."

Just as the words left my lips, a soft blue glow formed in the air before me. The light coalesced into a three-dimensional holographic catalog that hovered midair, its surface shimmering with countless intricate symbols and text. My breath hitched.

"What is this?" I whispered.

Within the holographic display, an array of items materialized—everything from gleaming weapons to mundane foodstuffs. It felt infinite, its pages scrolling with a mere thought. Tentatively, I focused on an apple, and it materialized in my hand with a faint shimmer.

Staring at the apple, I whispered, "This can't be real."

Testing another thought, I dismissed the apple back into the catalog and selected a loaf of bread. Then a dagger. Then a rusty shield. I hesitated before scrolling deeper.

Suddenly, legendary artifacts filled the interface. Excalibur, the Sword of Kings, radiating pure golden light. The Infinity Stones, glowing with cosmic energy. Mjölnir, Thor's hammer, heavy and unyielding. Even mythical relics from forgotten lore—items that shouldn't exist outside of fiction.

I reached for Excalibur, and it materialized in my hand. Its weight was immense, and as I raised it, the blade shimmered with holy energy, humming faintly as though resonating with the very air around me. I could feel the raw power coursing through my arm, almost overwhelming me.

Curious, I dismissed Excalibur and summoned the Infinity Gauntlet. It fit snugly on my hand, the six stones embedded in its surface pulsing with ancient, terrifying energy. My mind swirled with possibilities. Could I truly wield the power to alter reality?

A surge of instinct warned me against tampering with forces I couldn't control. I dismissed the gauntlet and called forth simpler items—enchanted armor, a cloak of invisibility, and even a basic magic staff. Each item appeared instantly, responding to my will.

I tested the limits further, conjuring potions of healing and rare elixirs, then storing them back into the inventory. It was like an endless library of the omniverse's treasures, accessible with a single thought.

A faint, melodic voice echoed in my mind: The Celestial Inventory... the power to access a holographic catalog of all known items in the omniverse.

My heart pounded. This wasn't just some fantasy cheat ability. This was limitless power. Anything I desired, any tool or weapon I needed, was at my fingertips.

I clenched my fists, resolving then and there: I'll keep this a secret. No one can know the full extent of what I can do.

The apple's sweetness grounded me as I bit into it. Despite the whirlwind of confusion, I forced myself to focus. "Alright. If this power is real, then... I need to figure out how to use it to survive."

As I pressed on, the sound of running water drew my attention. I followed it, my spirits lifting at the sight of a crystal-clear stream. Kneeling, I splashed cold water on my face. It was refreshing, but it couldn't wash away the questions swirling in my head.

A rustle in the bushes froze me. My heart leapt into my throat.

"Who's there?" I called out, summoning the dagger from the catalog. It appeared in my hand with the faintest hum of energy.

The rustling grew louder, and a small, rabbit-like creature hopped out. Its azure fur glistened in the dappled sunlight, and its large, curious eyes fixed on me.

"Phew." I exhaled, lowering the dagger. "Just a rabbit."

The creature tilted its head, then bounded away. I watched it go, my thoughts racing. Rabbits don't look like that on Earth... wherever this is, it isn't home.

I spent the next hour preparing. I summoned a lightweight leather chest plate for protection, enchanted boots to soften my steps, and a hooded cloak to conceal my appearance. I strapped the dagger to my side and tucked a few throwing knives into my belt. I even equipped a small magical compass to guide me toward civilization.

Before leaving, I caught my reflection in the surface of a calm stream. I barely recognized the face staring back at me—a boy around fifteen or sixteen, with blonde hair and sharp eyes that held traces of my former self.

"Huh... I look... kind of cool," I muttered with a faint smirk. "At least I won't stand out too much."

Finally, satisfied with my loadout, I dismissed the inventory and stood at the edge of the forest.

"Alright... let's see what this world has in store for me," I muttered, stepping onto the path that would lead me to the unknown.