Chapter 40: “The God of Death

【Ding! Quest triggered!】

【Quest Name: “The God of Death’s Wrath”】

【Quest Content:】

The leader of the dark guild “Iron Forest,” known as the “God of Death,” Ailigao, has set his sights on Itachi. Your destruction of his top-trained subordinates has filled him with rage—he vows to make Itachi pay! Beware the God of Death’s scythe!

Hint: The bounty on “God of Death” Ailigao is a staggering 8.5 million J.

Maybe he’s here to deliver money? Defeat him! A big payday!

Quest Progress: Defeat “God of Death” Ailigao (Incomplete)

Quest Reward: Random Skill.】

After Mo En left the Magic Council office with 150,000 J, the [Saint Fighter System] suddenly popped up.

Mo En’s first glance went straight to the quest reward column—he was pleasantly surprised; this random skill was highly promising!

Unlike previous quest rewards, this one wasn’t limited to Bronze Saint Fighters, meaning he could randomly obtain a Silver Saint Fighter’s skill—or even a Gold Saint Fighter’s skill!

But on second thought, it wasn’t necessarily a good thing—the pool had grown larger, so the chance of drawing a useless skill had increased too; limiting it to Bronze Saint Fighters didn’t mean Itachi couldn’t still get a useful one.

Didn’t the skills of the “Five Strongest” outclass those of many mediocre Silver Saint Fighters?

Of course, if he drew a Gold Saint Fighter’s skill, it would be a guaranteed win—at least no worse than the “Five Strongest.”

“Ailigao, the God of Death? Is this guy really that famous?”

Mo En thought back. The title “God of Death” sounded impressive—Ailigao couldn’t be just some nobody.

“Iron Forest” was a dark guild that had only emerged in the past two years, and its leader was supposedly named Ailigao?

But in Mo En’s memory, Ailigao didn’t have the “God of Death” title—he must’ve been given it by the [Saint Fighter System] himself, like Natsu’s “Fire Dragon.”

“It probably means he’ll earn that title in the future.”

After all these years, Mo En had roughly figured out the system’s style—those seemingly absurd quest descriptions were likely hints about future events.

‘I’ll need to keep an eye on this Iron Forest guild.’

With that thought, Mo En turned back to the office and asked a Magic Council staff member for information on the “Iron Forest” guild. Leveraging his surname “Dorlea” and his affiliation with “Fairy Tail,” he obtained what he wanted without effort.

The Magic Council’s official office naturally had Mo En’s records—he was a registered wizard of “Fairy Tail,” and upon naming himself, the “uniformed guys” had already pulled his file.

As the grandson of Macao Dorlea, a wizard of “Fairy Tail,” requesting information on a dark guild was no trouble at all.

The Magic Council actively encouraged official guilds to hunt down dark guilds—otherwise, they wouldn’t have posted bounties on their members.

“Fairy Tail” and “Phantom Lord,” these two longtime rivals, were the two guilds in Fiore that had eliminated the most dark guilds.

These two ancient guilds competed over everything, and currently, “Fairy Tail” held the upper hand.

“Rest assured, Mr. Dorlea—if we extract the exact guild location, we’ll prioritize sending it to Fairy Tail.”

The “uniformed guy” made a solemn promise to Mo En—after all, these four captives were captured by him; once interrogated, the results would be sent first to his guild.

This was a customary practice, one of the ways the Magic Council demonstrated its fairness.

Mo En gave the “uniformed guy” a thumbs-up, expressing his approval, then left the office with the documents.

The “uniformed guy” who had been handling Mo En’s case was named Pro. Mo En held a favorable impression of him, as this guy had waived a small compensation fee for him.

During the fight with the four men from “Iron Forest,” Mo En had accidentally damaged a section of wall. He had reported it honestly and prepared to pay for repairs—but Pro told him he didn’t need to pay.

He was the victim of an attack by dark guild wizards; any accidental damage caused in self-defense should be charged to the attackers from “Iron Forest.”

Mo En naturally accepted this reasoning. Though it was only a wall, the compensation would’ve been trivial—but the Magic Council’s attitude was deeply appreciated. Itachi couldn’t let heroes bleed and cry at the same time!

After leaving the office, Mo En walked while reading the documents until he reached the outside of the Onibas Theater.

Although he had hurried as much as possible, the performance had already begun—the theater doors were closed.

“No standing tickets left?!”

At the ticket counter, Mo En opened his mouth, expression utterly speechless.

The drama festival was so popular that Mo En had expected tickets to sell out quickly.

But this was too extreme—the theater was packed, even standing room was gone, and entry was now completely prohibited.

Tickets couldn’t be bought on someone else’s behalf, and Grandpa Macao couldn’t have bought them for him in advance.

There was nothing to do—he could only wait outside. He wasn’t disappointed, though; he hadn’t been particularly interested in the play to begin with.

Better to use this time to review the documents—he was already eager to take down “God of Death” Ailigao.

Unfortunately, the Magic Council’s records were sparse: they only knew that “God of Death” Ailigao wielded a scythe, used wind magic, had extremely high lethality, and always took assassination contracts, leaving behind bloody scenes.

“Only accepts assassination contracts, wields a scythe—so that’s why he’s called the God of Death?”

Mo En deduced this was likely correct. Nicknames were usually simple and direct, closely tied to a person’s magic or appearance.

Like Natsu’s “Fire Dragon,” Ailigao’s “God of Death” fit perfectly.

Mo En waited outside the Onibas Theater until evening, when the doors finally opened.

Audience members exited, their expressions satisfied—the play’s quality was clearly good, leaving most people pleased.

“Over here!”

Mo En spotted Mystogan in the crowd and waved to him—he saw only Mystogan alone.

That was normal; Grandpa Macao and Wendy’s heights made them impossible to spot unless he flew up.

Soon, the four reunited. Macao and the others wore happy expressions—they’d clearly enjoyed the performance.

“Did Itachi finish your business?”

Macao looked at Mo En, concerned.

“Yeah, all done. Let’s head home.”

Mo En nodded and smiled in reply.

“Too bad Itachi missed the theater.”

Macao sighed, regretting that Mo En hadn’t made it inside—the performance was definitely worth the ticket price.

“No big loss. I wasn’t idle outside—I captured a few dark guild members and made some extra cash.”

Mo En winked. Macao was startled and immediately asked what had happened.

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