"WHAT NONSENSE!"
Makarov's voice boomed from the depths of the guild, filled with anger.
The guild, which had been split between those excited and those nervous about the upcoming war, instantly fell silent.
Makarov appeared with heavy steps, releasing his magical pressure. This scared many—even the toughest ones like Gray, Natsu, and Gajeel trembled. Even Erza and Mirajane grew nervous, worried about Allen. But of course, the current Allen kept his calm gaze and confident smile.
"Allen, not only did you dissolve the alliance, but you also want Fairy Tail to attack the Baram Alliance alone! Have you lost your mind?!"
"No, of course not. I simply have confidence that we can handle it..."
Fairy Tail was strong, strong enough to stand against any one of the Baram Alliance's pillars. However, the problem was when more than one moved. Such a reckless act could cause Fairy Tail to be attacked not only by the pillars, but by all the guilds beneath them.
Makarov clenched his teeth. "This isn't about whether or not we can fight! There are too many of them, and not everyone here has your strength! What will happen if the weaker members run into ambushes from dark guilds while on missions, where we can't easily help them?!"
Every point Makarov made was completely valid. One couldn't expect the enemy to sit and wait to be attacked.
Yet Allen's expression didn't change, which was strange. Makarov, who had originally come to scold Allen for his reckless actions, hesitated. Just as the atmosphere grew heavy, Allen spoke.
"Old man, you're underestimating me..." Allen gave a serious look, but soon smiled.
This left everyone bewildered. Recently, they had only seen the shameless, womanizing Allen, and had forgotten that he hadn't become a different person. He might be eccentric, but he wasn't stupid. After all, the magical knowledge he possessed and his alchemy skill required massive amounts of study and dedication. Someone who had reached the peak in both fields was obviously not a fool.
Allen smiled at the guild and pulled a wooden box from his inventory. He set it on the table and opened it. Everyone expected to see high-grade potions—but instead, there were two rows of golden bracelets.
"These bracelets are made of a special alloy that mixes magical metals and orichalcum with a special binding lacrima. Forging magic artifacts isn't exactly my strong point, but the rune engraving? Top quality."
Allen paused, but all he saw were massive exclamation and question marks practically floating above everyone's heads. He laughed at the sight, then took two bracelets. He put one on himself and tossed the other to Natsu.
Natsu, being simple-minded, didn't hesitate to put it on. At that very moment, a wicked grin spread across Allen's face. To everyone's disbelief, Allen punched himself in the cheek. Before anyone could react, Natsu went flying and crashed into the wall.
"What just happened?!"
"Natsu?!"
"How did that even work?!"
Nobody could believe it. Allen had punched his own cheek, but Natsu had been the one sent flying. Allen didn't answer immediately—he let everyone think for themselves. After recalling Allen's words and what they had just seen, some eyes lit up with realization.
"That's right. These bracelets can transfer damage. To be precise—they divide it." Allen's proud smile grew wider. Making potions was easy for him, but crafting magical artifacts was difficult, so naturally, he felt accomplished.
The idea had come from necessity. It wasn't the first time the system had warned him of deadly danger with each enemy. Allen didn't know if there would come a time when Lucifer's schemes would overwhelm him, and someone close to him might be gravely injured—or worse. So he had searched for solutions beyond potions. Luckily, if there was one thing he had plenty of, it was people in his chat giving him ideas—and thus, he found the answer.
—"Sacrifice."—
In RPGs, it was common for tanks to have skills that redirected the damage of their allies onto themselves. But of course, Allen didn't stop there—he went one step further.
He tossed several more bracelets...
Gray, Cana, Laki, Max, Warren, Elfman, Wakaba, Macao, Levy, Erza, Lucy, Juvia, and even Makarov caught one. After a moment, they each put theirs on. Allen grinned and once again punched himself in the cheek. Some flinched, but then they noticed something incredible—each of them felt the equivalent of a light slap.
"These bracelets distribute damage equally among everyone wearing them..."
"I see... if every member of Fairy Tail wore these..." Makarov gasped.
"We'd be invincible?" Allen added, making the guild gasp. But he immediately crushed that idea.
"Unfortunately, it's not that convenient." Right as he said this, both Allen's bracelet and Natsu's shattered.
"What?!"
Everyone stared at Allen, waiting for answers.
"No, no, no! The problem is the low-quality metals! I already complained to those bastards at the Merchant Guild! It's their mediocrity that makes my artifacts break after just two uses! Such vulgar people!" Allen crossed his arms with a deadly serious face, full of indignation, shamelessly blaming the innocent materials.
The entire guild gave him looks of disbelief or contempt. Nobody believed this scoundrel. It was obvious he just didn't want to admit he couldn't make them more durable.
Allen, unaffected by everyone's stares, coughed with the sternest face in the world and excused himself. "So until I can get better materials, I've limited their activation to life-or-death situations only..."
Makarov looked silently at the bracelet in his hand, then glanced around the guild. Fairy Tail had many weak mages, since this guild rarely rejected anyone. Of course, not all of them felt absolute loyalty to Fairy Tail—outside of the main members. In the original timeline, when the Tenrou Island incident happened and the core members were trapped for seven years, most of the others quit and left.
Even so, as long as these mages remained in Fairy Tail, Makarov would protect them equally. With these bracelets, if any Fairy Tail mage were about to receive a fatal attack, it would activate and divide the damage among the whole guild.
This was unprecedented! Preventing a fatal blow—twice?! How absurd was that?!
This was a world of magic—a world with dragons, time magic, demons... but health potions that could heal wounds and fatigue in seconds, magic power potions that disgustingly refilled a mage's energy like cheating, elixirs of regeneration, potions that could alter a person's physical structure—and now this—made everyone gape in disbelief.
None of these things had existed, and even if they did, they weren't easy to obtain. Yet somehow, all of these invaluable items were just things Allen casually made in his basement during his free time. What kind of monster was he?!
While everyone was left speechless at yet another display of how terrifying and mysterious Allen was, he simply smiled silently. He knew showing too much would complicate his life, but ever since he regained his past self—and because he genuinely liked this guild—he had decided to do his best to prevent them from suffering.
"Allen... this only solves one problem. Facing the Baram Alliance alone is still dangerous..." Makarov sighed.
Allen shrugged. "I wouldn't say that..."
Noticing Allen's mysterious look, Makarov realized this bastard had already made his move. At least he could breathe easier knowing this wasn't just an impulsive act of pride or anger.
The guild calmed down again. At that moment, Allen put on that smile that irritated everyone.
Yes, we know you are amazing!
...
Mirajane followed Allen into the guild's storage room, where all sorts of materials were kept. Whether they were items to be delivered to clients or goods bought from guild mages after jobs, the guild handled contacting merchants and selling them. Of course, mages were free to do it themselves—but with so many simple-minded people in Fairy Tail, most preferred to let the guild handle it.
"Let's see..."
Allen went through the list of materials in the guild's storage while alternating his gaze toward a floating screen beside him.
> [Wiggenweld Potion – Ingredients: 3 fresh Dittany leaves, 1 tablespoon of Horklump juice, 2 ml of Flobberworm mucilage, 1 small piece 2–3 cm(one inch) of Wiggentree bark. (Optional) a pinch of powdered Bicorn horn for the advanced version, and 250 ml of pure water or neutral potion base.]
The recipe displayed by his system was straight out of the Harry Potter world. One he could brew with his eyes closed. But after checking the materials list here, he couldn't find a single ingredient. Allen sighed. This was exactly why his potions always ended up with strange effects. No matter how much he complained, even in a world filled with magic there were no overlapping ingredients with the ones he knew.
So, he searched for substitutes. But as everyone already knew, that created all sorts of bizarre potions. If Snape were in the Chat, the man would probably vomit blood. Then again, it made sense—this was a guy who would lose his mind if someone boiled a cauldron two seconds longer than required.
Allen closed the screen, stored the ingredient list in his inventory, and gathered a few things he planned to use for preparing supplies for the entire guild. He didn't want to be overly paranoid, but before anything started, he wanted every member of Fairy Tail to have at least one healing potion, one mana potion, and a bracelet. That way he could prevent Lucifer's cursed conditions—which basically felt like Russian roulette—from killing anyone.
"Do you have everything you need, Master~?"
Mirajane smiled playfully. The same Allen who always complained about not wanting to be Guild Master now looked completely absorbed in the role.
"Mira..."
Allen turned around and cornered Mirajane against the wall. In an instant, the two of them were locked in an intimate closeness.
"W-what?!"
Mirajane couldn't keep up with the change. One moment, he was the shameless, impulsive Master, the next, he was dignified, mature, exuding authority—and then, without warning, his aura turned soft like caresses, his scent intoxicating.
"Did you forget what happened?"
Mirajane averted her gaze, blushing. She knew exactly what he was referring to. In front of everyone, Allen had declared her as his woman—and she hadn't denied it. But on the way home, she avoided the topic with excuses.
"I can feel that Lucy, Erza, and Juvia are giving me a chance. They want me to prove they can be happy in a relationship with me. But what about you?"
Allen leaned down until his lips nearly brushed Mirajane's neck. She trembled, biting her lips, feeling his heavy breath tickle her skin, and heating her embarrassment even further.
"Mirajane, you're a strange girl. You carry the ring, but you won't give me an answer. You get jealous, but you won't take the next step?"
Allen could move forward—nine steps, nine hundred if he wanted—and she wouldn't stop him. Even right now, he could kiss her, and she wouldn't resist. But despite having decided to move forward, she still hesitated to cross that last line.
"I know you're afraid. But isn't it worth trusting me?"
Allen could do all the walking. But he wanted Mirajane to take that final step herself. She closed her eyes for a moment. And in her mind, Lisanna's image appeared. Somewhere deep inside, Mirajane had convinced herself she wasn't allowed happiness—that it was her punishment. But would Lisanna want her to live the rest of her life like that?
– "Sister..." –
No.
Mirajane smiled softly. She knew her sweet Lisanna wouldn't want that. With a tear slipping down her cheek, she cupped Allen's face and pulled him closer. Allen met her halfway, and their lips touched.
It was a timid kiss, as if she were testing the waters—simple, yet brimming with affection and a hidden desire.
Allen smiled in satisfaction at her unspoken answer. This time, he deepened the kiss, prying her lips open and entwining her tongue with hers. Mirajane's body yielded helplessly against his overwhelming experience.
His hands were no longer timid as they roamed her curves. She gasped as heat surged through her body.
"Allen❤️~" Mirajane moaned breathlessly after a few minutes.
Her dress began to slip loose under Allen's fingers. She didn't stop him—on the contrary, her delicate hand slipped under his shirt, eager to touch that toned body she had longed to feel for so long.
"Are we going to do it here~?" she teased, her voice husky as Allen kissed down her neck. It carried a demonic charm, as if the kind and gentle Mirajane had transformed into a succubus. Considering her magic, it wasn't so surprising, but it still caught Allen off guard. He grinned—yet before he could answer, the door creaked open.
"Master, I have news about Oración Sei—huh?!"
Laki froze at the sight. Her face turned crimson as she stood dumbstruck.
Allen cursed inwardly. He should've locked the damn door.
"Hehe~" Mirajane, on the other hand, only straightened her dress with a mischievous smile. She leaned toward Allen's ear and whispered like a teasing devil. "Don't worry, there will be other chances to continue~"
She brushed past Laki, giving her a playful wink that made the younger girl's face burn even redder.
Allen, meanwhile, was left frustrated. First, Lucy, a few days ago, now Mirajane—was Lucifer personally conspiring to cockblock him every time he got close to one of his 'fiancées?'
"Laki, I assume you realize what you did wrong, don't you?" Allen said calmly as he stepped closer.
The girl blushed, Allen sensing that her reaction was cute grabbed a lock of her violet hair and played with it without measuring personal space.
"M-Master?!"
Laki was stunned—not only by his words but also by his sudden attention. It wasn't a secret she had flirted with him more than once, but Allen had never shown much interest.
She had eventually convinced herself he just thought she was easy. With time, she grew discouraged, especially after seeing him kiss Erza. She thought maybe she'd never have a chance. Later, Allen seemed to change, becoming kinder, but still never showing interest in her. She swallowed her bitterness and accepted the thought that maybe she simply wasn't as attractive as Mirajane, Lucy, Erza, or Juvia. Though she still envied Cana—because Cana, of all people, had managed to get what she couldn't.
"Master... I..."
Before she could say more, Allen stole her lips. His tongue invaded without warning, leaving Laki's mind and body melting into his grasp. She would've collapsed if he hadn't held her steady. After a few minutes, he pulled away, and she stumbled to the floor, gasping.
"This is just a small punishment for interrupting your Master..." Allen said shamelessly before walking away from the storage room.
Laki trembled, her thighs rubbing together as she stared at Allen's back. She didn't know if this was punishment—or a reward.
"..."
From a hidden corner, Evergreen let out a soft gasp. She had seen everything. She never would've imagined that the terrifying man who had once traumatized her by what he did to Laxus could also be this dangerously charming.
Evergreen had once been curious about Allen but quickly pushed it aside, convinced he was just scary and best avoided. Yet seeing him now, she finally understood why so many women were drawn to him.
Her legs gave way as she slumped to the ground, just like Laki—even though she hadn't been the one kissed.
"What a terrifying man..."
....
(????)
"I can hear it."
Amid a stormy afternoon, a man sat atop a boulder, accompanied by a massive snake coiled beside him. His expression was one of waiting, as if expecting something—or someone.
"I can hear the end of an era..."
His name was Cobra, a member of Oración Seis. His goal was the same as his comrades': to obtain the ancient artifact, Nirvana.
The three great dark guilds weren't like the rest. Each possessed something enormous—something that, if unleashed, could only bring chaos to the world.
"Cobra, it's time," said a man who appeared from nowhere with terrifying speed.
"I know..." Cobra rose to his feet, leaping down as thunder roared behind him. "I can hear the end of the light..."