The hard wooden floor wasn't the best place to sleep, but I was too tired to care last night.
I woke up groaning, half-glued to the ground. My arms ached, my mana core throbbed from overuse, and my brain felt like it had been stuffed with wet cotton.
"…Ow."
I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. The events of last night came flooding back—the frustration, the failures, the fourth draw... and finally, Solid Script Magic.
I smiled.
'I really got it.'
Stretching with a long sigh, I checked my mana. Still recovering, but enough to move.
I glanced at the guild from my window—but I wasn't ready to face everyone just yet. I wanted to test my new magic somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe.
A place where I wouldn't accidentally set anyone on fire.
The forest outside Magnolia was exactly what I needed.
Sunlight filtered through the trees, and birds chirped as if cheering me on.
I found a wide clearing and took a deep breath. My heart pounded.
This was it.
I checked the description for the skill
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skil: Solid Script Magic – Beginner
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Tier: 2
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Type: Magic Skill (Active)
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Description: Grants the user the ability to cast basic Solid Script Magic the magic power varies from the amount of mana is spent Allows the creation of elemental words such as FIRE, WIND, IRON, and more
+1% writing speed per level
+1% effect potency per level
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I focused my mana, lifted my hand, and shaped the letters in the air.
"FIRE."
Golden script blazed to life mid-air. The letters solidified with a snap.
Then—BOOM.
A small column of fire erupted from the ground in front of me, leaving a smoking patch of earth behind.
My eyes widened.
'That was… awesome.'
I could still feel the magical heat radiating from the spot.
I wasn't done.
"WIND."
The letters shimmered and swirled, and a sudden gust blasted outward, scattering leaves and shaking nearby trees.
I nearly lost my footing.
"Whoa—"
This one didn't burn, but the raw pressure was strong.
"IRON."
The letters turned gray and heavy, and suddenly a solid metallic word of Iron clanged into existence in front of me.
I knocked on it. Real iron.
Sturdy, too.
I backed up, adrenaline rising. The magic worked. It was responsive, powerful—and exciting.
Still…
I wanted to push it further.
That's when I remembered it.
A card I hadn't used for a while.
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Talent: card
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Card: power of luck chapter 1 : lucky hit
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Tier: 10
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Type: origin power
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Description: it is a skill or magic that can make a lucky mortal slaughter the gods. It is a skill that multiply all aspects (Amount, Power, speed, area, etc.)of a skill depending on how mush you use energy or lucky.
Example if you use 1~500 MP you are more likely to get between 1~5 multiple of course after passing the 10 multiplayer it increases dramatically.
BUT EVEN IF YOU USED 1 MP YOU CAN STILL GET INFINITE power multiplayer.
Use: use it before any type of attacks or while attacking.
Note: this card is for the user no one else can use it once it is used it can not reverse it to card but it can be viewed in the mind. It can only be used once per attack then needed to be cast again
Tier 10 will not affect the user in anyway so no more benefit
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I swallowed hard.
'Just once.'
I activated it in my mind. Spent 3000 mana at once and I got 11 multiplayer because of fear causing forest fire I made only x1 for the quantity it but everything was on the max multiplier
I raised my hand and wrote again.
"FIRE."
The letters turned molten, glowing like miniature suns.
I ran back instinctively.
The moment the spell activated, the world ignited.
BOOOOOM!
A wave of heat exploded outward. Trees around me were scorched. Dirt flew up in chunks. A smoking crater now replaced the ground I'd stood on just seconds ago.
I coughed, waved away smoke, and stared at the destruction.
'That was a 11multiplier... on just 3,000 mana…'
It wasn't even at maximum potential, and still it could've taken out half the guild building if I wasn't careful.
The mana cost was extreme. My body ached again. My core buzzed like it had short-circuited.
'If I had used more mana… or worse, lost control...'
I realized then: this magic was ok before any upgrade—but I wasn't strong but the Lucky hit is strong too strong it is just in consumes a lot of mana.
Not yet.
I had the tools. But not the mastery.
And if I used that Lucky hit again without control?
I might level half of Magnolia.
With a long breath, I sat on a nearby rock and just listened to the forest. Birds had gone quiet. The air smelled like smoke and burnt.
'I have a long way to go…'
Eventually, when the headache passed and my mana had recovered slightly, I stood.
Time to go back.
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The Fairy Tail guild hall was bustling as always, laughter and magic flying around like it was a festival every day.
But today, something was… different.
In the center of the hall stood a red-haired girl, maybe around my age, barefoot and wrapped in torn white dress or vest . A white eyepatch covered one of her eyes, and a worn leather bag hung from her shoulder.
Her posture was firm. Determined. But I could see the weariness behind it.
She was scanning the crowd, eyes sharp, looking for something—or someone.
I watched her for a moment.
Then she spoke.
"Where is the guild master?" she asked aloud. Her voice was rough, like it had gone unused for days, maybe longer.
I stepped forward.
"Hey," I said gently. "You looking for Master Makarov?"
She turned to me, eyes guarded.
"Yes."
"He's upstairs right now. I'll take you."
She blinked. "Thank you."
We walked together past the commotion of the main hall. Gray and Cana noticed me but said nothing, too surprised by the newcomer.
Makarov was sitting in his usual spot, a newspaper in one hand and a drink in the other.
He looked up as we approached.
His gaze shifted to the girl, and the serious expression on her face.
"You look like you've had a long journey," he said.
She nodded slowly. "I'm here to join Fairy Tail."
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he studied her—not just her bruises and chains, but her eyes. And what lay behind them.
"What's your name?"
"…Erza."
"Alright, Erza," Makarov said, setting his drink down. "Let's talk."
She followed him into the back room.
I stood there for a moment longer, then looked back toward the hall.
So much was happening already. New people. New magic.
And I still had so much to learn.