"Don't look at her the eyes. Women like that are far too dangerous."
"Is she one of the Black Guides? How dare she appear like this in public?"
"Wait a minute… she's heading toward Fairy Tail. Is she going to attack the guild?"
I didn't know exactly how far I was from them—maybe forty meters, or even eighty—but what I did know for sure was that I could hear them loud and clear.
I could feel their fear too. It was real, genuine. And yet, instead of running away, they just stood there watching me. Humans… they never change, no matter the world.
If smartphones existed here like they did in my old world, I'm sure they'd be taking pictures—risking their lives not to inform others, but just to chase the validation of strangers they'd never meet.
I turned my head slightly toward them and frowned. That was enough to make them run away instantly. I then turned back around and continued walking toward my destination—just as they had guessed.
I was heading to the Fairy Tail guild.
If it weren't for the new memories flooding my head, I'd probably be panicking right now, wondering what the hell had happened to me. After all, none of this is normal.
I was just a normal human on Earth. I spent my time reading online novels and fanfictions peacefully, browsing Reddit for conspiracy theories, writing stories in my apartment to earn some cash, and waiting for the moment humanity would finally self-destruct.
And then, bam. I suddenly woke up in a world that used to be fiction to me, in a body that wasn't mine, with memories and a reality that had nothing to do with the life I knew.
Even though I used to daydream about the end of the world, that was only because I was desperate. Reality was so far removed from my ideal that I felt hopeless—not because I actually wanted to die. Deep down, I never wanted anything more than to read in peace, taste every kind of food in the world, listen to my favorite music, and have sincere conversations with genuine people. But reality… it doesn't care what I want.
Still, no matter how hard my own experiences were, I don't think I have the right to compare them to what the woman whose body I now inhabit went through—Medusa.
Compared to her suffering, my own seems almost laughable. In fact, my life might even look like a paradise to her.
Imagine being born beautiful, kind, and royal—a princess living peacefully with her sisters. But you're born in a time when women are seen as prizes to be won, not people to be respected.
Then, one day, a goddess named Athena becomes jealous of your beauty. So she curses you. She twists every bit of admiration and love you ever received into hatred and fear. You're exiled, forced to live alone on an island that might as well be in another dimension.
Everyone who once admired you now wants to kill you. Those who hated you in silence are now loud and proud, chasing your head for glory. And the worst part? You never did anything wrong. You didn't hurt anyone. You didn't provoke anyone. Athena just hated you.
From an ordinary human, you start to lose your sanity. You begin eating humans raw, turning into a beast—not because you wanted to—but just to survive and protect your two sadistic sisters, who followed you out of guilt or pity.
The world turns you into a monster, then treats you like one. Killing you becomes a mission of so-called justice. People believe they're rescuing beauty from captivity when they come to take your life. And when you finally die, your sisters become trophies.
In the end, your entire life and death were nothing more than entertainment for bored gods. You die unjustly, and even after death, there's no peace for you. Your body is desecrated, your severed head turned into a weapon—not honored, not mourned, just used.
Honestly, if I were in her place, there would be no excuses—humanity would be doomed, and probably the Olympian gods too.
But unfortunately, I'm not in the Type-Moon universe. In fact, I don't fully understand what's happening right now.
I have the memories of my past life, but the body I'm in is Medusa's—from the Type-Moon universe.
I also have all of her memories, from the beginning of her life to her death, as well as her memories as Rider, who didn't survive the Fifth Holy Grail War, and also her memories as an Avenger—Gorgon.
Unfortunately, I'm missing the memories of the Saber version of Medusa and of Ana Medusa. But well, although they are technically the same person, from another point of view, they are a little different.
Aside from that, I'd say I'm currently in a form that's part Heroic Spirit, part goddess, and part monster. My appearance is that of Rider.
Honestly, it's so strange. On one hand, I seriously think I'm just a normal human at my core, but on the other hand, with all these feelings and memories… it's as if I was Medusa from the very beginning.
Well, I think I have plenty of time to figure out who I really am. After all, unless someone kills me, I'm kind of immortal.
So that's not what worries me or draws my attention the most right now. What really has my attention is this so-called system I have.
[TYPE-MOON GACHA SYSTEM]
[User: Medusa]
[Title: The Gorgon | The Cursed Empress of Eyes]
[Race: Demi-Spirit (Human + Goddess + Monster + Heroic Spirit)]
...
[Stats:]
Strength: B
Agility: A
Endurance: EX
Mana: A+
Luck: C+
Noble Phantasm: A++
...
[Skills / Abilities / Bloodline / Knowledge:]
Mystic Eyes of Petrification [A+ (A++, Suppressed)]
Monstrous Strength [A]
Blood of the Gorgon [EX]
Divine Core [EX (27%)]
Magic Resistance [A+]
Mad Enhancement [D+ (EX, Suppressed)]
...(More)
...
[Noble Phantasms / Items:]
Breaker Gorgon
Chain of Andromeda
Blood Fort Andromeda
Bellerophon: Bridle of Chivalry (A+)
Pandemonium Cetus (A++)
...
Apparently, this is my status. It's more or less accurate, even if I haven't tested my abilities yet and don't fully know what I can or can't do. Still, I don't think it's far from the truth.
A hybrid version of Rider and Avenger Medusa, but also the original Medusa before her death—with all of their memories and all of their abilities.
I might seem weak in my base form, but if I unleash my Blood of the Gorgon and stop suppressing Mad Enhancement, even if I can't say for sure that I could kill Acnologia… it's certain he wouldn't be able to harm me.
But, as the name suggests, this system's ability isn't just to show me my status—rather, it's a Gacha system.
[System Overview]
Daily Points Gain: 100 Points / day
Current Points: 400
[Gacha Types:]
[Knowledge:]
Spend 3,000 points or more to randomly draw a skill, memory set, combat technique, or other forms of knowledge.
The more points you spend, the higher the chances of obtaining precious knowledge from the Type-Moon world.
[Items:]
Spend 3,000 points or more to randomly draw a Noble Phantasm, Mystic Code, Artifact, Enchanted Tool, or other rare items.
The more points you spend, the higher the chances of obtaining powerful items from the Type-Moon world.
[Bloodline:]
Spend 18,000 points or more to fuse with a partial bloodline (e.g., Aozaki, Brunestud, Dead Apostle, Elemental, etc.).
The more points you spend, the higher the chances of acquiring a rare and powerful bloodline from the Type-Moon world.
[Summoning:]
Spend 36,500 points or more to summon a Heroic Spirit, Conceptual Being, or Entity as an Ally/Familiar.
The more points you spend, the greater the chance of summoning a high-ranking or rare being.
[Note:]
Introducing things from the Type-Moon World will earn you Points.
...
So, to sum it up, I earn 100 points every single day without doing anything, and I can use those points to obtain various things from the Type-Moon Universe.
Interestingly enough, introducing elements from the Type-Moon world into this world also seems to earn me additional points. That, in itself, is a little... intriguing.
Could it be that the source of this system—or whatever's behind it—is trying to take over this world by using me as some kind of bridge?
Or maybe the things I've already obtained are acting as access points, like keys that connect the two worlds? Or perhaps I'm just being my usual self and overthinking it again, coming up with conspiracy theories like always.
It's still something worth keeping an eye on. Regardless, I'm confident in my own abilities, even without this system. And honestly, this world has its own fair share of potential too.
There are also deities here—real gods. Like that one who cursed Zeref... was his name Ankarchem? Arishem? Something like that. I honestly don't remember the exact name anymore.
But I do remember one very clearly: Chronos. He actually appeared and possessed the body of Dimaria, which made me think back then that maybe there would be a final arc involving the gods after the Alvarez arc.
Even though what we saw of him was limited, Chronos was clearly capable of manipulating time to some extent. I have a strong feeling he's far more powerful in his true form.
As I thought about all this, the horizon in front of me began to look a little clearer. And so, four days after arriving in this world, I finally found myself standing before the Fairy Tail guild hall.
It was a large building, definitely impressive, though oddly not as grand as I remembered it being. Then again, maybe it hasn't been destroyed and rebuilt a dozen times yet? That could explain the difference.
To be honest, there aren't many places that can impress me anymore. Perhaps the Alvarez Empire where Zeref resides, the Celestial Spirit World, and here—Fairy Tail. Those are the only places that still hold some kind of wonder for me.
Throughout the past few days, I hadn't heard anything about the famous Salamander, Titania, or even Mirajane—the guild's signature beauty and part-time bartender.
That probably means I've arrived a little earlier than expected. Still, as long as Fairy Tail already exists, that's good enough for me. At least I'm not 400 years in the past or something absurd like that.
After spending a few more seconds observing the outside of the guild, I finally took a deep breath and stepped forward, entering the building without hesitation.
Even if this is before Natsu and the others joined, one thing hasn't changed—and that's the atmosphere.
Even from the outside, you can hear the noise and excitement coming from within. And just as I was thinking that, right on cue, someone got thrown out through the doors, flying straight toward me.
By instinct, my hand reached toward the cloth partially covering my eyes, ready to remove it and fight if necessary—but I relaxed the moment I realized it wasn't aimed at me. It was just a regular accident. Or rather, a very Fairy Tail-style welcome.
I simply stepped aside and let the poor guy crash into the ground nearby. Definitely no mistaking it now—this is Fairy Tail.
No one even came out to check on him. He was more or less unconscious, reeking of alcohol, but otherwise fine. I could tell. His pulse was steady, and he wasn't injured. Just drunk out of his mind.
Once I stood before the door, I pushed it open and walked in. No one paid any attention to me at first. Everyone was busy doing their own thing.
It wasn't until a few seconds later, when I remained standing silently by the entrance, scanning the room, that some heads finally started turning toward me.
"Good evening," I said. "Am I in the right place? Is this the Fairy Tail guild?"
Never underestimate divine blood.
Not only can I understand everything they say, but during the past four days of walking around this world, I was able to learn how to speak their language. I didn't even try—it just happened naturally. I suppose that's just another perk of being what I am.
After I asked my question, it was, of course, the tiny old man I had spotted earlier who responded.
"Yes," he said warmly. "Welcome to the guild. How can we help you?"
It was slightly amusing to see Makarov playing the role that Mirajane would eventually take on in the future. Welcoming newcomers, acting like the friendly face of the guild. I couldn't help but smile faintly at the thought.
(END OF THE CHAPTER)
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