Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

The Wood Dragon God awakened, only to be assaulted by the Super Magic: Fairy Glitter.

The massive golden ring around his neck began to shrink, attempting to sever his enormous dragon head. However, even the might of such a Super Magic couldn’t fully destroy the dragon’s colossal body.

The golden ring halted halfway, unable to slice completely through Aldoron’s neck. The sheer resilience of his form caused him to let out a thunderous roar.

The dragon’s roar reverberated across the mountains and shattered the clouds. The low-frequency sound waves alone conveyed a palpable sense of pressure and fear.

“As expected, dragons naturally have incredibly high resistance to magic,” Nate remarked, unfazed by the outcome. After all, this was merely an experimental strike.

The dragon’s gargantuan size wasn’t just for show—it afforded him immense defensive capabilities, likely enhanced at the cost of speed and agility.

Suddenly, the ground below ruptured as countless tree branches burst forth. They twisted and coiled like monstrous tentacles, hurtling toward Nate in midair.

From afar, the branches appeared slender, but as they neared, they rapidly expanded into thick, robust tendrils. Some were jagged, attempting to pierce Nate, while others twisted like ropes, trying to ensnare him.

Nate shifted his right hand from a claw-like grip to an open palm. A surge of energy gathered, forming a high-frequency tremor magic blade.

The oscillating blade emitted a sharp cutting force. With a casual sweep of his hand, Nate severed all the approaching branches in a single stroke.

However, the severed branches quickly regenerated, sprouting anew from their broken ends. This time, they didn’t attack. Instead, they wove themselves together in midair, forming a broad platform of interlaced branches.

The platform’s structure extended as more branches emerged, eventually shaping a massive flower bud. At its center, the “flower” bloomed, and from its core, a figure appeared.

It was no human, but rather a tree-like being.

Its body was formed from intertwining wooden lines and leaves, creating an irregular, crude humanoid shape. Its face bore markings resembling facial features.

“A God Seed?” Nate muttered as he gently landed on the branch-woven platform, observing the entity with calm curiosity.

The God Seed wore a crown and a green cloak, exuding a regal aura.

“Thank you, human, for breaking the crystal I was residing in,” it said smugly. “I am Aldoron’s God Seed, and as a token of gratitude, I shall bestow upon you despair.”

There were five God Seeds, each bound to one of Aldoron’s crystals. When Nate teleported the innocent civilians away, he had casually shattered the crystal in Right Palm City.

Nate scrutinized the God Seed before him and remarked, “Your main body is far too large. Did your power grow so uncontrollable that you had to split into five avatars?”

“Exactly!” the God Seed proclaimed proudly. “After being gravely injured by Acnologia, Aldoron fled here and allowed humans to build cities on his body to hasten his recovery.

“By drawing power from humans, he healed over time. But even now, the crystals suppress his immense strength, preventing him from moving freely.”

“You’re not afraid of Acnologia now?” Nate teased.

“Hmph. After four hundred years, I have surpassed that accursed Dragon Slayer!”

Nate nearly considered summoning Acnologia on the spot, just to wipe the smirk off this God Seed’s face. However, he decided against it—summoning the Black Dragon would only create unnecessary complications.

“Your wood element is tied to nature, and I know someone who could counter your power,” Nate said with a sly smile. “Do you know Zeref?”

The God Seed’s wooden brow furrowed. Of course, it had heard of Zeref, the Black Mage. But who was this man before him? And why couldn’t he read his thoughts?

Aldoron had been attempting to peer into Nate’s mind but kept running into an impenetrable barrier.

Unbothered by the God Seed’s probing, Nate went on, “Zeref, cursed by the god Ankhseram, was once a tragic figure. I lifted that curse and gave him a new chance at life.

“But here’s a question: when I removed the curse, where do you think that power went?”

As he spoke, Nate raised his right hand, activating his Internet Magic.

From deep within the core of the Deep Web, Zeref’s former curse—the essence of Ankhseram’s Death Magic—condensed in Nate’s palm.

A swirling black orb of malevolent energy took shape, radiating an ominous aura.

Seeing this, the God Seed’s expression changed drastically. “Stop!!”

The God Seed could sense the unmatched danger emanating from the orb.

Nate smirked and said, “Death Predation.”

The black orb rapidly expanded, unleashing a vortex of swirling energy that engulfed everything in its path.

In an instant, a massive black sphere formed in the air, devouring all it touched.

For Zeref, Death Predation had been uncontrollable, but in Nate’s hands, it became a precise and devastating weapon—the power of a god.

Through Internet Magic, Nate could suppress this godly curse. But when unleashed, it erupted with catastrophic force.

…

Ishgar Continent

In a bustling tavern in a certain city, Zeref sat at the bar and suddenly sneezed.

“Ah-choo… Strange—how could I catch a cold?”

He paused and sniffed the air. “Ankhseram’s aura!?”

Had someone else broken a taboo and been cursed?

Entangled with the curse’s power for over four centuries, Zeref recognized the god’s presence instantly, even from across the sea.

Forget it. Better not provoke Ankhseram again. If he got cursed again, it would only trouble Nate.

Freed at last from that curse, Zeref had no desire for any further involvement with Ankhseram.

“Oh my, did you catch a cold, young man?” a woman beside him asked suddenly.

Zeref snapped out of his thoughts, glanced at her, and smiled. “I heard there are traces of the Black Magic Cult around here. Do you know anything about it?”

“The Black Magic Cult? That cult that worships Zeref?”

“Yes, I’m looking for them.”

“Are you from the Magic Council?”

“I’m Zeref.”

“… …”

…

Elsewhere

A few dozen kilometers east of the grand city of Drasil lay a unique city called Dramil. Built by the magic community of the Northern Continent to monitor Aldoron, it also served as a fortress. Rows of magic cannons lined its walls, all aimed westward.

At this moment, the 13th Division Commander of the Magic Council’s Northern Continent branch, MИP, was in charge of defending the city.

“That dragon roar just now… Aldoron has awakened!”

“Hurry, notify the Magic Council!!”

“The operation to subjugate the Wood Dragon God has begun!”