Internet Magic in Fairy Tail (Re-upload)

The newly revived Mavis was so overwhelmed with joy that she couldn't help but throw herself into Nate's arms, embracing her savior.

Nate glanced down to check Mavis's condition. It seemed the curse had been completely removed. He patted her head and said, "First Master, your body hasn't had a bath in decades, has it?"

"?!"

Mavis immediately jumped out of his arms, quickly stepping back and instinctively sniffing herself. With a flushed face, she muttered softly, "It doesn't smell at all! Not even a little! Being sealed in the purple crystal kept me perfectly clean!"

This was true—in fact, she even smelled quite nice.

Nate thought to himself, Is this the magic at work?

Noticing the white, wing-like "ears" on Mavis's head, Nate couldn't help but ask, "I've wanted to ask for a long time—are those ears real or fake?"

"They're just decorations," Mavis replied, blinking playfully. She teased, "Do you want to touch them~?"

"Can I?"

Without waiting for permission, Nate reached out and touched them. As expected, they were fake. The texture wasn't flesh; however, the feathers felt real, almost like a bird's wing.

Mavis blushed and stepped back, embarrassed. She had only been joking, but he actually went ahead and touched them—what a reckless guy.

Suddenly, she remembered last year's S-Class Promotion Exam. When they had shared a tent, the shameless man had also touched her "little bear."

Embarrassed, Mavis stammered, "I—I'm going to take a bath…"

Perhaps she had grown too accustomed to floating around as a ghost, but the moment she tried to walk, she tripped over her own feet.

"Yah!" she cried, falling flat on the ground.

"…"

Nate thought of Wendy and couldn't help but chuckle. No wonder they called her a "flat little loli"—she excelled at tripping over nothing. "Does it hurt?"

"N-Not at all! It doesn't hurt at all!" Mavis covered her red nose, tears welling in her eyes.

"You're so stubborn," Nate said with a laugh.

"I'm not a child!"

Mavis puffed out her cheeks angrily and shot Nate a glare. She hated being called a child. Quickly standing up, she brushed the dust off her knees.

First things first, she thought. Take a bath, then head to the guild's library to see if there's any magic to make my chest bigger! Mavis hadn't forgotten her original goal.

"I'm leaving now—bye, Fourth Master." With that, she dashed off barefoot, her small feet pattering on the ground.

"Be careful not to trip again. Do you need some money to buy shoes?" Nate called after her.

"No need~!" Her cheerful voice echoed from afar.

Nate sighed. What's with the First Master's aversion to shoes? Doesn't it hurt to walk barefoot? Shaking his head, Nate turned his focus inward and shifted his attention into the Deep Web.

…

A pitch-black world.

A massive sphere of white light radiated brightly. This was the Deep Web Core—its stored magic power had already surpassed 300,000 stars.

To the right of the large sphere was a tiny black energy orb, barely the size of a sesame seed. It represented stored Cursed Energy, currently at 0.1 stars.

"It's grown a little—probably thanks to the negative emotions provided by Jenny."

Nate observed it for a moment. The small black orb was still expanding at an extremely slow pace. He guessed Jenny was currently playing the game and being tormented by its difficulty, generating plenty of negative emotions.

Finally, Nate turned his gaze to the left of the glowing sphere. A swirling black mist was gently rotating there. It wasn't magic power or cursed energy.

"The power of a god…" Nate moved closer to examine it. "To be precise, this is a divine curse."

The fusion of the curse and resurrection magic had birthed infinite magic power. Nate tried to extract magic from it but failed. It seemed this power required a vessel to manifest its effects.

In the original story, Zeref obtained the Fairy Heart, evolved into the White Mage, and gained immense power—though he ultimately lost in a rather ridiculous fashion. In Fairy Tail, when the theme song plays, even gods have to kneel.

"Should I try fusing with it?" Nate pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "Forget it. The risks are unknown. I'll leave it for now and consult the Gate of Truth later."

…

Exiting the Deep Web, Nate returned to reality.

As he left the sealed chamber, he waved his hand, and the door automatically shut behind him. Once closed, a magic formation reactivated, resealing the area.

Climbing back up the spiral staircase, Nate contemplated his next steps. The Stand Magic had already been handed over to his Thought Projection "toolman," and it would likely be completed by tonight.

What he needed to focus on now was integrating more Dragon Slayer Magic into the [Magic APP].

In the current world, the number of Dragon Slayers wasn't small. Excluding those in the northern continent, there were:

Laxus, Lightning Dragon Slayer

Wendy, Sky Dragon Slayer

Gajeel, Iron Dragon Slayer

Cobra, Poison Dragon Slayer

Sting and Rogue from Sabertooth, White Dragon Slayer and Shadow Dragon Slayer

Irene, Sage Dragon Slayer

God Serena, ranked first among the Ten Wizard Saints, who possessed eight types of Dragon Slayer Magic.

With Natsu's Fire Dragon Slayer Magic, that made 16 known Dragon Slayer attributes. Nate thought, If I add all 16 types to the Magic APP, that should be enough for now. Players could choose their preferred attributes freely. If it still wasn't enough, he could develop new magic later—dragons could be hunted, each offering new magic.

However, while others might cooperate, God Serena was a different story.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Nate reached the ground floor of the guildhall, where he saw Makarov entering through the front door. The small, elderly guild master walked in, hands behind his back, a frown on his wrinkled face.

"Master!"

"Welcome back, Master!"

"Good work, Master Makarov!"

The guild members greeted him enthusiastically. Makarov surveyed the guildhall and noticed how quiet it was.

"Where's Mira?" he asked.

"Mira and the others went on vacation," Nate answered as he approached. "Where have you been these past couple of days, Master?"

"I went to the Council Headquarters…" Makarov sighed heavily and shot Nate a disgruntled look. He was supposed to be retired. This kind of trouble should have been handled by the Fourth Master instead.

From behind the bar, Kinana approached with a mug of beer. "Master, was the Council giving you a hard time?"

"Those idiots asked why Acnologia attacked the guild. How should I know?" Makarov grumbled, taking a big gulp of the beer Kinana handed him. "In any case, I handled it brilliantly, so don't worry—it's fine now."

Nate applauded sarcastically, "As expected of the Master—you solved it easily."

Makarov shot him another irritated glance. "Where did you send the Black Dragon? The First Master said something about sending it to the future?"

"Not this timeline's future," Nate said, falling into thought. He wasn't sure there even was a future in this timeline.

Deciding to change the topic, he asked, "Master, did you happen to see the Heavenly King, God Serena, while you were there?"

"Hmm? What do you want with him?" Makarov asked.

"Just some business," Nate replied, not bothering to explain his plan. It would take too long.

Makarov seemed to recall something. "If you're looking for him… try the Wizard Saint Group Chat."

With that, Makarov opened his Magic Net interface and invited Nate to a group.

["Fairy Tail Grandpa" has invited you to join the group chat "Ten Wizard Saint Exchange Group." Do you accept?]

"Wait… there's a group for this?" Nate blinked, stunned.

"Am I the last one to join this group?" he muttered to himself.