Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

A daily interest rate of 1%—100 Magic Net coins a day, equivalent to one star of magic power.

Indeed, this was the pinnacle of high-interest loans.

However, for the members of the Oración Seis, this rate wasn’t much of an issue.

The weakest among them, Angel, had 4.5-star magic power, while the strongest, Midnight, had 6-star magic power.

With these five joining the battlefield, they could alleviate some of the pressure.

Nate split a thread of his consciousness into the Deep Web, where his reserve of curse power had already exceeded 100,000 stars.

Meanwhile, the live stream audience had grown to over three million viewers.

The live feed showed the Oración Seis working in perfect harmony, carving through enemy ranks like a sharp blade.

[What’s happening? Did the Oración Seis switch sides?]

[They were escaping earlier, but now they’re back!]

[No matter the reason, fighting against the other two dark guilds is good!]

[Go, Oración Seis!]

The chat was filled with encouragement for the Oración Seis.

On the battlefield, Keyes, the necromancer, frowned.

“What’s this? Why is the Oración Seis attacking the corpses I’m controlling?”

“Interesting,” Silver laughed. “Did Nate offer them some enticing deal?”

Silver had seen Nate intercept the Oración Seis but was too far away to hear what was discussed.

“Should I deal with them?”

“No need,” Keyes replied, shaking his head. “Whether or not we rescue Hades has nothing to do with us.”

“True,” Silver nodded, remaining by Keyes’s side.

Tartaros’ goal was to eliminate the councilors for Face; saving Hades was irrelevant to them.

…

At the prison entrance:

Kyôka and Tempest were facing Warrod Sequen.

“As expected of one of Ishgar’s Four Heavenly Kings. You’re quite the troublesome opponent,” Kyôka remarked, her repeated attacks effortlessly deflected by Warrod.

“What did Grimoire Heart and Tartaros promise you to bring you here for a prison break?” Warrod asked, raising his hand as roots shot from the ground, tightly binding Tempest.

“Do you think I’d tell you?” Kyôka sneered.

“No matter,” Warrod replied. “Since you’re here, you’ll be staying.”

As he spoke, roots sprouted from the ground like tentacles, wrapping around Kyôka’s ankles.

…

Deeper within the prison:

In Hades’ cell, Precht listened to the chaos outside with a faint smile.

“Why not remove these magic-sealing shackles and let me fight?”@@novelbin@@

“Hmph, I don’t trust you!”

The speaker, a short figure seated cross-legged outside the cell, was Wolfheim, the third of Ishgar’s Four Heavenly Kings. He glared at Precht and growled, “If I release you, I’m not confident I could suppress you.”

“Why would I do anything like that?” Precht asked, stroking his beard. “But it is curious that Tartaros is involved.”

It wasn’t surprising that the Seven Kin of Purgatory would come to rescue him—they were his loyal protégés. Except for Ultear, who had left to follow her own path, the others’ loyalty was unquestionable.

“Or perhaps you’ve got some secret worth protecting?” Wolfheim asked suspiciously.

Secret?

Precht immediately thought of Fairy Heart, that secret forbidden magic. Though he hadn’t told the Council about its existence, his protégés were aware of it. Could they have used it as leverage to ally with Tartaros?

…

At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed. Two figures broke through layers of defenses, entering the deepest part of the prison.

“They’re here,” Wolfheim muttered, standing and stretching. His eyes were sharp as he stared ahead.

Jellal and Azuma entered.

“So, you’re the final guard, one of the Four Heavenly Kings,” Jellal said, hands in his pockets. “It’s been a while, Wolfheim-sama.”

“Hmph, Jellal. You infiltrated the Council, seized a councilor’s position, built the Tower of Heaven, and now you’re orchestrating a prison break. Each crime alone is enough to earn you life imprisonment.”

Jellal chuckled. “A pity there’s no death penalty; I’d have been executed long ago.”

He turned his gaze to the cell. “Hades-sama, you once rescued me from prison. Consider this my repayment of that favor.”

“I never asked for a prison break,” Precht said indifferently. “Azuma, there’s still time to leave.”

“No one’s leaving!”

Wolfheim’s small frame suddenly expanded, transforming into a towering beastman.

“I didn’t expect to fight you one day,” Jellal said, pulling his right hand from his pocket and pointing toward the cell. “Square of Self-Destruction!”

In an instant, magic circles appeared in midair, etched with incredible speed.

What speed! Wolfheim thought, quickly raising his arms to shield himself.

Boom!

An explosion capable of leveling a mountain erupted.

“Azuma, I’ll handle him. You get Hades!” Jellal ordered.

“Understood.”

Azuma rushed toward the cell, only to be swatted away by a beastly claw from within the flames.

Bang!

Azuma spat blood as he was sent flying.

“You’re underestimating me,” Wolfheim growled, dispersing the flames with a wave of his hand. “I may be old, but I’m still one of the Four Heavenly Kings!”

Jellal sighed, withdrawing his other hand from his pocket. His body leaned forward, his left hand touching the ground while his right hand reached upward.

“If possible, I’d prefer to avoid too many casualties… but I’m sorry.”

“Grand Chariot!”

The sky above the prison suddenly turned brown. In outer space, a massive meteor began to form, rapidly descending toward the prison.

At the battlefield’s edge, Nate looked up. The meteor scraped the atmosphere, leaving a long trail of flames as it hurtled downward.

Nate adjusted the live stream angle to capture the entire scene.

[A meteor?!]

[Whose magic is this?!]

[Ahhhh! We’re doomed! Someone, stop it!]

[This attack doesn’t discriminate—everyone will be wiped out!]

The chat erupted in panic.

On the battlefield, the remaining dark guild members noticed the change in the sky and looked up in shock.

“What the hell is Jellal thinking?” Zancrow cursed.

Suddenly, a golden streak of light shot upward. With a whoosh, Nate appeared below the meteor, raising his right hand.

Boom!

A powerful shockwave rippled outward as Nate smashed the meteor into countless fragments, scattering them as harmless debris.

The sky turned into a brilliant meteor shower.

[It’s Nate-sama!]

[Nate-sama!]