Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

The initial drop rate for Brunfield’s Reins was 0.7%.

However, Gajeel’s luck wasn’t the reason it dropped—it was part of a deliberate setting by Nate.

For any boss defeated for the first time, the drop rate for reins was set to 100%. This encouraged players to prioritize hunting dragons they had never defeated before.

Not only did that first kill provide mounts, but it also offered significantly more materials for crafting equipment.

“The Coal Dragon is gone… where did it go?” Lucy asked curiously, glancing at Nate.

Nate chuckled. “You lost the bet. Time to wash the dishes. As for the Coal Dragon, it’s been teleported away.”

He stood up and added, “I’m going to check on it.”

With a single thought, he vanished from the dining room.

…

In a void-like world, a towering structure stood.

The Tower of Dragons reached endlessly upward, its layers seemingly infinite and impossible to view in full. Currently, on the first floor of the tower, the Coal Dragon looked around warily in a vast, white space.

“What is this place?”

As golden light flashed before its eyes, the Coal Dragon focused on the figure that appeared.

“You!”

“This is the Tower of Dragons, located within the Deep Web. Every dragon defeated by players is temporarily sent here,” Nate explained with a calm smile. After thinking for a moment, he added in simpler terms, “Think of it as a dormitory for bosses.”

The Coal Dragon snarled. “After being defeated, I thought I’d be sent back to 400 years ago… Human, what are you planning?”

“Calm down. I’m not finished explaining.”

Nate shook his head and continued in a measured tone. “The Deep Web is a virtual space. Normally, physical bodies from reality can’t enter it. But…”

With the power of Aether Weaving, such limitations became irrelevant. Just as virtual objects could be materialized into reality, real objects could also be inverted and brought into the virtual world.

Hearing this, the Coal Dragon was stunned. “Are you a god?”

Nate smirked. “You’re not the first to ask that, but unfortunately, not quite—at least not yet.”

He extended his right hand toward the Coal Dragon. A black magic circle appeared in his palm.

“Dragon Taming!”

Chains of black energy surged from the magic circle, quickly wrapping around the Coal Dragon’s neck. Weakened after the fierce battle, the Coal Dragon had no strength to resist and was bound in an instant. The next moment, its will was suppressed.@@novelbin@@

“Master…”

“Rest for now. In a few days, you’ll be back to work.”

Nate nodded in satisfaction. Once [Dragon Hunter] officially launched, all 10,000 dragons would eventually be defeated and brought to the Tower of Dragons, where they would fall under his control.

“You prefer coal mines, don’t you?”

With a snap of his fingers, the white space of the first floor disintegrated into countless zeros and ones. The data restructured into a sprawling coal mine. The Coal Dragon eagerly began chewing on exposed coal, restoring its magic power with each bite.

Just then, Nate received a private message.

Gray: “Nate, the Second Master asked me to tell you that the Tenrou Island reconstruction is complete.”

“The prison’s ready, huh?”

Raising an eyebrow, Nate teleported away immediately.

…

Tenrou Island.

The island was a massive, cube-shaped landmass with one of its faces exposed to the sky. The former base of Tartaros was located here. The dark castle remained as gloomy as ever, but it was now guarded by forces from the Magic Council.

Inside the castle, at a small bar, Silver sat at the counter, watching Jason’s livestream. [Dragon Hunter] had just launched, and the livestream section was flooded with people showcasing the new game. The most popular stream, however, was Jason’s, fresh from depicting a fierce battle.

“Fairy Tail pulled it off. Impressive,” Silver remarked.

After sending Nate a message, Gray chimed in, “It’s only because the Coal Dragon was weakened. If it were at full strength, the outcome wouldn’t be so certain.”

Just then, a flash of golden light signaled Nate’s arrival in the bar.

“Not interested in trying the game?” he asked with a smile.

“Nate,” Gray greeted him.

Silver turned to Nate. “Is there a version of the game where we hunt demons instead of dragons?”

Where would I even find that many demons? Nate thought sarcastically, then shook his head. “How’s the prison coming along?”

“I’ll take you there,” Gray offered.

The prison was built underground, directly beneath the castle. Following Gray, Nate soon arrived at an expansive space large enough to hold thousands of prisoners. At the moment, many of Tartaros’ demons were already imprisoned there.

“The section for the Nine Demon Gates is at the deepest level,” Gray explained.

On the second underground floor, the area was noticeably smaller than the main level. Here, Nate met Precht, the Second Master of Fairy Tail, who was using magic to reinforce the prison.

After inspecting the area, Nate was satisfied. From his inventory, he retrieved nine Demon Books—those containing Mard Geer and the other members of the Nine Demon Gates.

First, he channeled his magic into the Book of Seilah, activating it. Blood-red demonic runes spilled out of the book, quickly materializing into Seilah, Goddess of the Chill Moon.

“We meet again, Seilah-san,” Nate greeted her with a smile. “So, how do you like this place?”

Seilah glanced at Gray and then at Precht, before finally turning back to Nate. “Is this… a prison?”

“It’s a research institute for curses,” Nate replied lightly. “‘Prison’ just sounds unpleasant.” He gestured to a row of sealed rooms. “Pick a cell you like.”

“What about the others?” Seilah asked.

“Since you provided key intel during the mission to take down Tartaros, you get to choose first.”

“What kind of privilege is that?” Seilah muttered, exasperated. “How long do you plan to keep us here?”

“Life imprisonment,” Nate replied with a shrug. “You’re demons, so you don’t have human rights. Sparing you from the death penalty was already the best I could do.”

“Will we have internet access?” Seilah asked, genuinely curious.

Nate recalled that the Oración Seis, including Angel, had asked for internet privileges during their imprisonment.

“That depends on your behavior,” he said noncommittally before pointing to the nearest cell. “I’ll pick for you. Room 201.”

Seilah reluctantly stepped into the cell. The cells were completely sealed, with no windows—only ventilation ducts connected them to the outside. The walls were made of hardened anti-magic ore, and the doors were crafted from reinforced steel.

After settling Seilah, Nate systematically released the remaining eight demons, assigning each to a cell. Finally, he cast internet magic over the entire prison. From that moment, Tenrou Island became a Magic Net access point.

“Second Master,” Nate said, turning to Precht, “about the first research project for the Curse Research Institute… The goal is to figure out how to generate more negative emotions from the prisoners.”

Precht stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Do demons experience negative emotions for the same reasons humans do?”

“There’s some overlap, I think,” Nate replied, though he wasn’t entirely sure. For instance, humans watching a brutal war film might naturally feel a fear of war or death—common negative emotions. But demons? Nate suspected it would be much harder for them to experience similar feelings.

“Well, I’ll leave this matter in your hands,” Nate said, effectively handing over responsibility.

In truth, even without external stimuli, demons naturally generated plenty of curse energy every day.