Chapter One: Rebirth in the Kingdom of Magic
Everything was noise at first.
A ringing, distant and sharp, like a blade dragged across metal. Then warmth. Then pressure. Then… crying.
Not his.
Someone else's.
It took a few hazy minutes—maybe hours—for Victor to realize he wasn't dying.
He was being born.
X696 – Magnolia Town, Fiore Kingdom
Victor blinked slowly. His vision was blurred, his body weak. Limbs too short. Voice too incoherent. The cold air biting at his skin was the first real thing he could process.
And the first emotion he felt wasn't fear.
It was confusion.
"Where the hell… am I?" he thought, unable to speak aloud.
Time passed like water dripping from a broken faucet. In days, he began connecting the dots. He was in a new body. A baby's body. The people around him spoke in a strange, familiar language. Earthland's language. Fiore's language.
He'd been reincarnated.
But more than that—he'd escaped.
In his old life, he'd been wrongfully convicted for a murder he didn't commit. Branded a criminal. Used as a scapegoat. Imprisoned. Betrayed. And in the end, executed quietly without protest or witness. No family. No friends. No voice raised in his defense.
He didn't die innocent, though.
He had killed—but not for vengeance. For survival.
And as the blade came down in that life, he promised himself: never again would he trust anyone with his fate.
A blue holographic screen materialized in front of his eyes—clean, crisp, and labeled in clear white font.
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
Welcome, Victor.
You have been selected for the [Dominion Gacha Protocol].
Objective: Reshape this world with power.
Draws Available: 10
System Functions Unlocked:
Status Window
Random Gacha Draw
Premium Gacha Draw
He blinked. Once. Twice. Then stared.
"...What in the hell."
His childish mouth couldn't speak yet, but his mind was racing. It wasn't a dream. It wasn't a joke. This was a system. Like a video game. Like a cruel cosmic prank tailored just for him.
He calmed himself.
Step one: don't panic.
His body might be young, but his mind was intact. Sharp. Ruthless, if necessary. His former life had taught him: trust was expensive, and betrayal came cheap. But this system? This was something he could work with.
First Draws
He mentally navigated the interface—rough but functional. A thought was all it took.
Initiate 10 Random Gacha Draws?
[YES] | [NO]
Yes.
The screen shifted. Gears turned. Cards spun. Symbols blurred. And then—
FLASH.
One card flared gold, another red.
[Reward #1: Eternal Youth]
Origin: Dragon Ball Universe
Effect: Your body will remain eternally youthful and immune to aging-related decline.
Adaptation: Body converted to integrate with Earthland's etherano system.
[Reward #2: Djinn Equip – Belial]
Origin: Magi Universe
Effect: Djinn Belial, Lord of Truth and Manipulation, now bound to you.
Adaptation: Djinn form integrated into Etherious battle structure.
Mental Capacity Boost + Memory Disruption Resistance.
The other eight rewards varied—nothing nearly as powerful, though he noted a few small things of interest: a cloaking charm, a minor wind-type movement spell, a resistance to heat.
But those two top-tier draws? Those were game-changers.
Victor didn't grin. He didn't cheer. He just stared at the screen, thoughtful.
Eternal youth meant he had all the time he needed. Belial meant he could dissect truth, perception, and control people's reality.
Perfect tools for a future shadow ruler.
Three Years Later
By the time Victor turned three, privately, he was already speaking in full sentences. He faked baby talk in public. He crawled slower than he needed to. He feigned naps and tantrums. But behind closed doors, his mind sharpened daily.
He lived in the outer neighborhoods of Magnolia, barely a ten-minute walk from the Fairy Tail Guildhall. His guardian—a cheerful, kind widow named Marla—had no idea he was anything but an unusually clever boy.
Victor's real conversations were with Belial, or rather, the consciousness the system projected from the Djinn.
Belial, as it turned out, was calm, calculating, and coldly inquisitive. Not loud, not wrathful—but deeply aware of human nature. Like a devil who didn't need to shout to tempt you. His voice echoed like smoke curling from a dying candle.
Belial: "You intend to join a legal guild, just to harvest information?"
Victor: "Not just information. Influence. Reputation. Draws."
Belial: "You mean to flex on them?"
Victor: "Exactly. I gain power every time I show dominance to someone important. Fairy Tail is full of future important people. S-class mages. Dragon Slayers. Living legends."
Belial: "Clever. And when will you strike out on your own?"
Victor: "When the shadows are deep enough that no one sees me coming."
He spent his early days practicing in secret. While his magic reserves were still developing, he learned to sense etherano flow. In the hidden forest patch behind Marla's house, he traced runes in the dirt with sticks, whispering incantations under his breath until sparks flared faintly in his palm. Sometimes illusions flickered—shadows bending, a sound echoing from nowhere.
He noted each result in his mind. Adjusted. Improved.
Still, he was just a child. Belial's full powers were locked behind forms he couldn't yet access. But even small flickers of Belior Zakera—the illusion magic—were enough to confuse local animals, spook birds, and once make Marla spill her tea when her spoon moved "on its own."
When he wasn't training, Victor quietly studied those around him in Fairy Tail.
Besides Guildmaster Precht, three senior mages stood out:
Corvin Hale, an emotionless spatial mage who could fold terrain like paper. He rarely spoke but left behind warped air where he walked.
Junia Larksong, a lightning-based performer who fought with arias and tempo magic. Her attacks burst to the beat of her voice.
Thorne Gavel, a mountain of a man who used pressure magic to crush objects without touching them—known for creating an invisible cage during bar fights.
These were not pushovers. Not even close.
Victor watched. Calculated. Measured their interactions.
Soon, he'd be old enough to join Fairy Tail as a junior member. Everyone loved children there. They wouldn't question his presence too harshly.
And when the time came, he'd make sure his first "flex" was big enough to earn more draws.
Chapter End Teaser
One evening, as Victor sat cross-legged under a tree, Belial appeared beside him as a shimmering figure cloaked in twilight.
Belial: "You plan to build a guild of your own. One that wears the face of evil to fight greater sins."
Victor: "That's right."
Belial: "Then let me ask: how many lies will you have to tell to make that dream real?"
Victor: "…As many as it takes."
And in the distance, the windows of Fairy Tail glowed with laughter and light—unaware of the quiet shadow forming just beyond their doorstep.
END OF CHAPTER ONE