The next morning, at the entrance of the Dark Guild, Demon of Destruction, all the filthy traces of the previous night had been washed clean by the heavy rain.
At the same time, the corpses piled up before the guild's entrance formed a tall mound, blocking the dazzling sunlight.
Ankh sat atop the mountain of corpses, knees drawn up, his gaze vacant as he stared into the boundless distance.
The Dark Guild that had tormented him for all these years had been annihilated in a single night.
For a moment, Ankh didn't know what to do next.
Ankh raised his hands and studied them carefully.
It was these hands that had used a magic to kill so many people last night…
"So this is magic… It really is powerful…"
[Ranked as a Super Magic, 'Terror' has only one function. As long as any living being feels even a shred of fear towards you, they will die instantly!]
"Super Magic? What's that…"
Ankh was already used to the mysterious voice that suddenly spoke in his head and murmured curiously.
[Uh… In this world, Super Magic should be an extremely rare tier of magic.]
Ankh placed a hand on his chest as if he had discovered a whole new world.
"This warm power flowing through my body, like an endless spring… this is magic power, isn't it?" he said in surprise.
"Thank you for teaching me magic, Seram."
[I've told you before, you and I are one. What I possess is naturally yours.]
A rare smile appeared on Ankh's face.
For so long, during the days when his movements were controlled, Seram had always been with him.
When he was scared and panicked, it was Seram who had suddenly appeared, encouraging him to be strong.
Every time Ankh felt he was about to break down and his mind began to blur, it was Seram who had pulled him back from the darkness.
Although, it was always cryptically telling him that they were actually a god.
They had simply experienced some kind of ordeal and were being tested.
With time, they would sooner or later return to their peak and become even stronger!
During those dark, despairing days, Ankh had only half-listened to Seram's words, treating them as mere comfort.
But after witnessing the power of Super Magic last night, Ankh couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, it was telling the truth…
Ankh looked down at the pile of corpses beneath his feet and said in a low voice.
"How filthy."
"I've killed so many people. Will someone in this world come to arrest me?"
[With Super Magic, those humans are nothing to worry about!]
Ankh chuckled and shook his head. "No, I can feel it. The magic power consumption in my body is huge. I can't sustain a long fight."
Seram's voice paused for a moment, as if considering something.
[It is a Super Magic, after all. And the magic power consumption is proportional to the lives you erase. It's no wonder you're tired.]
Ankh pushed his frail body up and frowned.
"And my physique is not very good. I need to train."
After experiencing last night's one-sided slaughter, Ankh's mentality had become remarkably resilient.
He walked into the blood-stained building, wanting to find some clothes he could wear.
Speaking of which, Ankh didn't even know how old he was in this life… Because he couldn't control his body, his consciousness had always been hazy, and his perception of the outside world was blurry and unclear.
[I've sensed it. It should be quite accurate. This body is about 14 years old.]
Ankh naturally chose to trust Seram who had grown up with him.
But it was surprising that he was already fourteen in this life.
Sensing his body carefully, Ankh's physical foundation was actually not bad.
He was taller and had a longer reach than his peers, but he had no muscle to speak of—like a tall, skinny monkey.
Ankh rummaged through the room for a long time and finally found a relatively clean set of clothes that fit.
After cleaning himself up, Ankh inadvertently saw a mirror on the wall and finally saw his current appearance.
Perhaps because he now had magic power in his body, Ankh's spirit and energy were completely different.
He had messy short black hair and delicate, almost feminine face, as if he were a perfect work of art meticulously carved by God.
Combined with Ankh's current pale and weak appearance, he had the air of a sickly beauty.
What amazed Ankh the most was that his eyes were actually blood-red, like a scarlet full moon stained with the color of slaughter.
However… on this "pretty," womanly face, it looked somewhat "bewitching"…
Ankh frowned in dissatisfaction.
He still preferred his tough-guy look from his previous life…
[Mmm… so beautiful.]
Ankh, distracted, pulled at his cheeks in the mirror and replied casually.
"Thanks."
[Don't thank me. Praising you is praising myself.]
Ankh fell silent.
Seram had always seen Ankh and itself as a single entity, just like now.
At first, Ankh thought Seram was some powerful being who had entered his body, trying to possess him.
But later he discovered that Seram seemed to only be able to talk and teach him things; it couldn't actually do anything else.
In the past, whenever Ankh was on the verge of being beaten to death, he would always hear it cursing in his mind, saying things like 'Just wait until Ankh can move, I'll definitely destroy that brat…'
Ankh really disliked this appearance, which he considered girly.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I have to start training immediately! At the very least, I have to get rid of this frail, feminine air!"
[I do know a training method to strengthen the body. I'll tell you right away.]
And so, Ankh stayed in the room to recuperate, recovering his spent magic power and stamina, while also learning the physical training method Seram taught him.
....
After an unknown amount of time, Ankh, feeling his body filled with power once more, stood up in satisfaction.
"Not bad, not bad at all. My magic power is abundant!"
The magic power consumed by the Super Magic 'Terror' was terrifying.
Although it had instantly killed an entire Dark Guild, Ankh had also nearly collapsed.
Just as Ankh was relaxing, Seram's voice once again sounded the alarm.
[Be careful. A source of strong magic power is approaching. I don't know if it's friend or foe!]
Ankh reacted quickly, immediately hiding under a collapsed table in the room, holding his breath and peering cautiously at the entrance.
Tap, tap, tap…
The sound of steady, soft footsteps approached.
The main door of Demon of Destruction was gently pushed open, and Ankh couldn't help but clench his fists.
The footsteps stopped, and an old voice suddenly rang out.
"Come out, child. Your raging, uncontrollable magic power has already exposed your position."
Ankh was startled.
Just as he was wondering if the person was trying to trick him, a large face suddenly appeared right in front of his!
"Boo!"
As the little old man let out a strange cry, Ankh was so scared he flipped the table and jumped out, clenching his fists and watching him warily.
The old man's appearance was quite comical.
Not only did he have a funny balding pattern with white hair, but his height… Even the young Ankh was taller than him.
Ankh looked at the old man with suspicion and uncertainty.
He felt like he had seen this guy somewhere before.
It seemed to be from an anime series in his previous life… Such a distinctive look and attire…
Makarov? The short guild master.
In his previous life, he seemed to have watched that anime, Fairy Tail.
The guild master of Fairy Tail, and one of the Ten Wizard Saints Makarov, an old man with immense magic power.
Ankh's memories of his past life were already very fuzzy, but he still managed to recognize the old man's identity.
'So, this world was the world of Fairy Tail?'