Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

The live stream displayed the ruins atop the mountain.

The once-grand headquarters of the Magic Council had been nearly leveled by the explosion.

For a moment, it seemed the stream had frozen, but then a flood of comments poured in like a blizzard of text.

[Tartaros??]

[The Chairman is dead! Did he really die?]

Nate gently descended and landed beside Gran Doma’s lifeless body.

He zoomed the camera in on the corpse, ensuring the audience could see every detail.

"Yes, he’s definitely dead. Even his soul has been devoured by a demon."

Using Six Eyes, Nate confirmed that Gran Doma was well and truly gone.

"The members of Tartaros are demons from Zeref’s Books. They all have the power to consume human souls."

[Why did Tartaros suddenly attack the Council?]

[This is terrifying! Is another war about to break out in the magic world?]

[Wait, look! There’s someone still alive!]

Nate walked toward a pile of rubble, lifting a wall to reveal a familiar face pinned beneath it.

"Lahar?"

It was the Captain of the 4th Custody Enforcement Unit. Nate had met him briefly after the Black Dragon incident.

Immediately, Nate activated Sky Dragon Slayer Magic to heal Lahar’s injuries.

Moments later, Lahar slowly regained consciousness.

"N-Nate…sama?"

Seeing the ruined Council headquarters, Lahar’s pupils shrank in shock.

"What happened here?!"

"Tartaros attacked. One of their Nine Demon Gates was responsible, and the Chairman is already dead," Nate explained, pointing at the nearby corpse.

"What about the other councilors?"

Lahar shakily stood up, his body trembling.

"The Chairman is… dead?"

The overwhelming reality left Lahar in a daze, his mind going blank.

"How… how could this happen?"

Seeing his distraught state, Nate didn’t press further and instead said,

"There are still many injured here. Handle the aftermath—I’m heading to the prison to provide reinforcements."

With that, Nate transformed into a streak of golden light and shot into the sky, but not before panning the camera across the ruins.

By then, the live stream audience had already surpassed two million viewers.

The sight of the once-proud Council, now reduced to rubble with countless casualties, filled the viewers with unease and dread.

This flood of negative emotions converted directly into curse power.

…

In just a few minutes of streaming, the curse energy reserve in Nate’s Deep Web surged from four digits to over five digits, exceeding 50,000 stars—and it was still climbing.

Games could generate frustration and defeat when players lost, but this was far more impactful.

This wasn’t a game; it was real. A dark guild attacking the Magic Council was a direct threat to everyone, producing widespread fear and anxiety incomparable to virtual experiences.

While flying toward the prison, Nate addressed the live chat:

"Based on my observations, two major dark guilds of the Balam Alliance—Grimoire Heart and Tartaros—have joined forces.

"Their goal is the prison: to break out Hades, who is being held there."

…

[The enemies are two dark guilds?!]

[Nate-sama, please be careful!]

[If their target is the prison, why attack the Council HQ?]

Nate glanced at the chat and picked a few comments to respond to:

"Why attack the Chairman? I don’t know. I should’ve kept the golden boy alive to ask."

"Immortal? Yes, the demons from Zeref’s Books are unkillable. Even if they die, they can be reborn."

"Nine Demon Gates? As the name suggests, there are probably nine of them."

"You’ve heard of Deliora, right? The demon that ravaged the northern regions a decade ago, sealed by the Ice Mage Ur? The Nine Demon Gates are even stronger."

The flight to the prison took only two or three minutes. During that time, Nate answered questions and received another wave of negative emotions.

"We’ve arrived," Nate announced, stopping at a high vantage point and pointing his camera toward the prison below.

The scene showed a chaotic battle between Dark Mages and the Rune Knights defending the prison.

The Council had prepared for an ambush, deploying thousands of elite troops to the site.

Even combined, Tartaros and Grimoire Heart had only three to five hundred Dark Mages.

At least in numbers, the defenders held a significant advantage.

[It’s Jura, one of the Ten Wizard Saints!]

Someone in the chat immediately recognized Jura on the battlefield. Jura stood as an impenetrable force, holding off scores of Dark Mages.

Suddenly—

"Roar of the Fire God!"

A surge of black flames shot toward Jura.

He reacted quickly, raising walls of earth to block the attack just in time.

"You’re in my way, Jura of the Ten Wizard Saints!"

Zancrow smirked and waved his hand, ordering his subordinates,

"Leave this one to me. The rest of you, scatter!"

"Yes, Zancrow-sama!"

The Dark Mages hurriedly retreated, leaving the area to Zancrow and Jura alone.

Jura’s expression grew serious.

"According to intel from Hades, you’re Zancrow, one of the Seven Kin of Purgatory and a user of Flame God Slayer Magic."

"To be remembered by a Saint is an honor," Zancrow sneered arrogantly. "If you don’t want to die, step aside."

[Flame God Slayer Magic?]

[A magic to fight gods?!]

[It’s like Dragon Slayer Magic—one of the three great Slayer Magics!]

[Can Jura win?]

The chat was filled with anxiety, intimidated by the mention of God Slayer Magic.

Nate, acting as a war correspondent, faithfully captured the ongoing chaos.

Among the combatants, Nate spotted Warrod Sequen, the old Fairy Tail veteran. Warrod stood firm against numerous enemies, including Bluenote, the Deputy Commander of Grimoire Heart.

Suddenly, Nate noticed something unusual on the battlefield: many of the fallen soldiers were rising again.

"Necromancy…" Nate commented, narrating for the viewers. "Someone is controlling the dead."

[What?! Necromancy?]

[Isn’t that something from a fantasy novel?]

Nate directed the camera toward the back of the battlefield, where a figure in a black-and-white cloak holding a staff stood.

"That’s Keyes, the ‘Black Archbishop,’ one of Tartaros’ Nine Demon Gates," Nate identified him instantly. Although he didn’t recognize all the Demon Gates, Keyes had left a lasting impression—Nate had always enjoyed playing necromancers in games like Diablo.

Keyes seemed to notice Nate’s presence and looked up.

"Jura of the Ten Wizard Saints, and now Nate as reinforcement?"

Keyes turned to a man beside him, who bore a striking resemblance to Gray.

"Silver, keep an eye on him."

Silver, arms crossed, smirked and said,

"The Lord of the Magic Net? This one’s not an easy target."

At the same time, Nate spotted Silver and zoomed in on his face, filling the screen.

Suddenly, Nate received a private message:

Gray: "Nate, that man…!!"

That’s your father.

Nate pondered whether to respond but decided against it for now.

Just then—

Boom!@@novelbin@@

An explosion rocked the prison. A wall collapsed, and the Oración Seis broke free.

"Ah, what a lively scene," Cobra grinned.

"I hear it. I can hear it—the soldiers’ cries of despair."