The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through Magnolia, spilling warmth and brightness over the city and its lively streets. By the time the guild doors opened for the day, Fairy Tail was already buzzing with energy. Wizards argued over job postings, cliques formed around tables, and laughter rang out with the clinking of mugs.
I sat quietly at one of the long wooden tables, a notebook open in front of me. To anyone glancing my way, I probably looked like a diligent new recruit, already jotting down requests and missions. But the truth was far different. My pen scratched across the paper in rapid strokes as I drew plans — detailed schematics of fortresses that could withstand any siege, underground bunkers hidden beneath mountains, and even sprawling cities that rivaled Crocus itself.
My hand paused as I tapped the page thoughtfully. With my system, none of this is theory. I could build it today if I wanted to. Infinite resources, creative mode inventory, and mods that included everything from skyscrapers to firearms… in a world of magic, I carried an entire civilization's worth of power in my hands.
But I wasn't here to raise kingdoms. Not yet. Today was far more important. Today was the day Natsu Dragneel would step through these very doors.
I could feel the guild's atmosphere shift throughout the morning. Whispers flitted from table to table. Some spoke of a strange mage wandering Magnolia with dragon fire in his fists. Others dismissed it as rumors, nothing more than exaggerated tales. Still, the excitement was undeniable.
Then it happened.
The heavy guild doors burst open with a thunderous bang. A boy with wild, spiky pink hair stomped inside with reckless energy, followed by a small blue cat with feathered wings.
"Salamander's here!" the boy announced, his grin stretching from ear to ear.
The guild fell silent for a heartbeat. Then, as if a switch had flipped, chaos exploded.
"Who the hell is that?" someone shouted."He looks like trouble.""Wait—did he say Salamander?"
Laughter, groans, and mocking voices filled the room. A few clapped, a few booed, but the sheer force of his entrance had captured everyone's attention.
I leaned back in my chair, studying him with sharp curiosity. So this is Natsu Dragneel… the boy raised by a dragon. The one destined to reshape Fairy Tail.
He walked forward like he owned the place, unbothered by the jeers. His eyes burned with determination, his aura spilling recklessness and raw, untamed power.
"Oi, old man!" he shouted, pointing at the bar counter. "I'm hungry! Bring me something to eat!"
Happy, the winged cat, zipped through the air with a cheerful "Aye, sir!" greeting members with far more friendliness than his partner. The guild was in uproar now — half amused, half annoyed.
From the second floor balcony, Master Makarov sipped from his mug and chuckled. "So, the brat finally decided to show his face."
Natsu turned his head, flashing a wide grin. "Told you I'd come back, didn't I? And I'm gonna be the strongest wizard in Fairy Tail, just you watch!"
That bold declaration was met with roars of laughter, claps on tables, and even a few insults tossed his way. But none of them doubted the fire in his eyes. Not really.
And then his gaze shifted. His eyes found mine across the guild hall.
"You," he said suddenly, pointing straight at me. "You're new, right?"
The attention of half the room turned toward me. I closed my notebook calmly, lips quirking into a small smile. "Joined yesterday."
Natsu's grin widened. "Then that makes you my junior!"
A ripple of laughter passed through the guild. "Poor kid, already caught by Natsu," someone muttered.
Happy flapped closer, tilting his head at me curiously. "What's your magic?"
For the briefest moment, I froze. Revealing the full truth — that I held the infinite creative arsenal of another universe — would be beyond insane. Even Fairy Tail wasn't ready to understand that. So I gave the simplest answer possible.
"Construction magic," I said evenly. "I can build things."
Happy's eyes sparkled. "Wow, that sounds useful!"
Natsu slammed a fist into his palm, sparks of fire dancing between his fingers. "Then we'll spar sometime! Builders gotta be strong too, right?"
I chuckled, meeting his fiery gaze without flinching. If only you knew just how strong I could be, Salamander.
The rest of the day descended into pure madness. Natsu picked a fight with three wizards at once, which turned into five, then half the guild. Tables flipped, mugs shattered, and chairs flew across the hall as fists, fire, and magic spells erupted in every direction.
By the time Makarov grew to his gigantic form and smacked everyone back into line, the place looked like a war zone.
I sat there quietly, sipping from my mug. To anyone watching, I was just another calm face in the storm. But inside, I was exhilarated.
This guild wasn't just a place to take jobs. It was alive. Chaotic, messy, and rowdy, but brimming with energy and family bonds.
And now, with Natsu here, everything was truly beginning.
When evening came, I slipped away from the guild quietly, heading back to my villa on the outskirts of Magnolia. The notebook of designs weighed heavily in my hand.
The streets were quiet now, the stars glimmering above. I walked slowly, deep in thought.
"Sooner or later, I'll need to decide. Do I reveal the true extent of my power… or keep it hidden until the time is right?"
For now, caution was my ally. But I could feel it — the story of Fairy Tail was shifting already. And I was no longer an outsider watching from another world.
I was here, living it.
And the world of magic had no idea how much it was about to change.