In the shadows of Harujion Port.
A small puddle of blue gelatin silently condensed, the Slime's form restored, scorch marks on its surface faded, regeneration complete.
Core Perception: Lucy and Natsu's direction of departure.
"Alert. Carrier safe. Target moving: Fairy Tail Guild (direction confirmed)."
"Alert. New information acquired: Magic Guild System. Fairy Tail. Dragon Slayer Mage."
"Alert. New skills acquired: 'Charm Smoke (Inferior)', 'Flame Resistance (Weak)'."
Christian's core processed the information.
"Fairy Tail... Lucy joining... temporarily safe."
"Slime form entering city... high risk. Possible capture... research..."
"Exposure... means trouble. Death."
"Mimicry... must be maintained. Pendant form... perfect disguise."
'Water Flow Movement' activated.
The blue gelatin merged with the ground's water flow, rapidly moving along the shadows of the ditch, chasing after Lucy and Natsu.
In Magnolia Town, if there was a place where you could hear the excitement from outside, it had to be the Fairy Tail Guild.
Natsu's signature kick to the door! Bang!
A tsunami of clamor surged forth!
A huge wooden space. Inside, there was a bar, tables and chairs, and most importantly, a group of Mages!
Loud noises, laughter, toasts, flashes of magic, and fragments of tables and chairs flying everywhere.
"Hey! Natsu! Where's the mission reward?" the blue-haired spiky-headed man (Leo) shouted.
"You idiot Natsu! The door's broken again!" the red-haired knight (Erza) roared, her fists ablaze.
"Mirajane, please sign my underwear!" A group of men surrounded the bar.
The black-haired man (Gray) sat in a corner reading a book, seemingly a quiet handsome man (for now).
Gray, with his black hair, often went shirtless, revealing his muscular upper body. He was highly skilled in Ice Magic, had a peculiar habit of stripping and mimicking his opponents' catchphrases, and enjoyed ice sculptures and cold drinks.
Lucy's eyes widened. "Wow! So... so lively!"
Natsu put his hands on his hips and laughed. "Haha! Lucy! Welcome to Fairy Tail!"
The Guild instantly fell silent. All eyes focused on Lucy.
"A newcomer?"
"A girl?"
"Natsu brought her back?"
The crowd surged forward, chattering excitedly.
"I'm Levy!"
"Jet!"
"Troy!"
"Cana! Cheers!" A chestnut-haired woman raised a cup to her face.
Lucy hastily backed away. "No... no thank you!"
"Don't be shy!" Cana pressed closer.
"Cana! That's enough!" A gentle female voice intervened.
Behind the bar, a smiling, silver-haired Mirajane appeared. "Hello Lucy, I'm Mirajane, the Guild receptionist."
Mirajane Strauss, an S-Class Mage of Fairy Tail, had waist-length white hair and a gentle smile, often wearing a dress. Because of her Take Over Magic, she was known as "Demon Mirajane." Due to psychological trauma, she lost the ability to use magic and became a receptionist for Fairy Tail, specifically responsible for managing tasks such as mission assignments. Later, during the internal conflict, she regained her magic and was reinstated as one of Fairy Tail's S-Class Mages. She adored her younger siblings and was skilled in cooking and housework.
S-Class Mages are the Guild's top elites, qualified to accept "Ten-Year Missions" and "Hundred-Year Missions." They must pass a rigorous assessment presided over by the Guild Master, and their strength is universally acknowledged as the strongest.
Seeing the model-star Mirajane, Lucy couldn't help but be overjoyed.
"Hello, Mirajane! I'm your idol, no, you're my idol!" Lucy's face turned red.
"Haha, hello, hello, nice to meet you, welcome to Fairy Tail." Mirajane smiled.
Chris's core activated 'Omni-Perception' to full capacity! Scanning!
Dense magic sources! Varying intensities! Chaotic attributes! Noise! Vibration!
"My office in my previous life... wasn't this noisy..." the core grumbled. "Magic radar... almost overloaded..."
"Are you a Celestial Spirit Mage, Lucy?" Mirajane asked.
"Yes! I have..." "Ah!"
Lucy's words were interrupted! A dark shadow flew by!
Bang! A wine barrel crashed at her feet! Wine splattered!
"Whoa!" Lucy jumped away.
"Gray! Your clothes!" a furious roar.
Lucy turned her head. Gray?! Shirtless! Only wearing underwear! Standing on a table!
"Hot!" Gray pouted.
"Underwear pervert?!" Lucy was petrified.
"Exhibitionist! Scaring the newcomer!" Natsu's fist ignited with fire.
"Wanna fight? Squint Eyes!" Gray jumped off the table, radiating Cold Air.
"Come on! Droopy Eyes!" Natsu's flames surged.
Boom! Ice and fire collided! The shockwave overturned tables!
"Fighting again!" "My drink!"
The Guild erupted into chaos. Utter pandemonium.
Lucy was dumbfounded, "Is... is this Fairy Tail?"
Mirajane smiled. "Hahaha, this is just a normal day at the Guild."
The pendant sensed Lucy's racing heartbeat.
"Lucy! Watch out!" Mirajane cried out urgently.
An ice shard (Gray)! A fireball (Natsu)! Accidentally shot at Lucy simultaneously!
Lucy froze! Nowhere to hide!
The pendant clung tightly! Immense threat!
Mimicry Release! Complete Release!
A blue light burst from Lucy's chest! A huge blue gelatin instantly expanded and surged out! Blocking in front of her!
Pfft! Sizzle—!
The ice shard pierced! Instantly melted! The fireball struck! The flames were swallowed! A wisp of smoke!
A blue Slime! Christian! Full form! Floating in front of Lucy! Its core glowing faintly!
The Guild was dead silent! You could hear a pin drop!
Everyone froze! Stunned!
"Mon... monster?!"
"A Slime?!"
Natsu stopped, sniffing. "The smell... it's wrong! Not a normal Slime!"
Gray formed ice, on guard. "My magic was swallowed?"
Lucy was both surprised and delighted. "Mr. Christian?!"
"Lucy. Safe." The core's voice rang out.
"It talked?!" The Guild erupted!
"It knows Lucy?!"
"What the hell?!"
"Silence!" A thunderous roar! A powerful magical pressure descended!
A huge dark shadow, it was Makarov, standing on the second floor! His face was grim!
Makarov was a short old man with a white beard, often wearing the Guild cloak. He possessed extraordinary strength, capable of giant transformation. He had a bold, protective, and easily angered personality, skilled in the Light Magic "Fairy Law." He was a heavy drinker and deeply loved his Guild members.
The Guild Master! Makarov!
The Guild was silent, holding its breath.
Makarov leaped down, landing silently. The huge dark shadow shrank into a small old man, who walked step by step towards the blue Slime, scrutinizing it up and down.
A terrifying sense of oppression enveloped Christian.
"Alert! Extremely high-risk magic source! Extremely lethal!" The alarm blared wildly!
Christian's gelatin fluctuated. Its core operated at super frequency! 'Parallel Computation' initiated! Escape plans simulated... success rate: extremely low!
Makarov stopped, reaching out with his wrinkled hand to lightly touch the blue gelatin.
Buzz! The faint glow of a detection spell lit up.