Chapter 87: The Stars Possess Souls—All Shine for Me! (Request Subscription!)

The strength of the Star Spirits summoned by Star Spirit Magic is limited by the user’s magic power; the more magic power one has, the stronger the summoned Star Spirits, and one may even summon multiple Star Spirits simultaneously.

This is primarily because Star Spirits cannot autonomously acquire magic power in this world—their existence and combat rely entirely on the Star Spirit Mage’s magic, severely restricting their power.

Leo, the Lion Star Spirit, as the leader of the Twelve Zodiac Star Spirits, is uniquely different because he can bring his own magic power from the Star Spirit Realm; he can even appear without the Star Spirit Mage opening a gate, stroll freely on his own, and fight without consuming the Star Spirit Mage’s magic.

These formidable abilities solidified his position as the leader of the Twelve Zodiac Star Spirits.

“Boom!”

Yet under Mo En’s furious magical assault, Leo, despite his self-contained magic, could no longer hold out—his magic drained rapidly, utterly unable to withstand Mo En’s “Ghost Fire Surge” or the pure stellar energy washing over him.

The purple-blue hounds tore at the golden lion, devouring it completely, then turned their bloodshot eyes toward Leo.

“Leo’s Radiance!”

Facing the charging purple-blue flame hounds, Leo gritted his teeth and unleashed his magic, rapidly expanding a golden magical barrier that shielded both himself and Carlen.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The purple-blue hounds relentlessly slammed into the golden barrier, shaking it to the brink of collapse—Leo’s magic supply could no longer keep up; Carlen’s face turned pale as her magic surged uncontrollably into Leo.

“No! I can’t hold on!”

Seeing Carlen’s condition, Leo immediately realized he could not continue—otherwise, she would be in grave danger.

Yet Carlen’s stubbornness was plain to see—she clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to release Leo back to the Star Spirit Realm, pouring every ounce of her magic into sustaining his Lion Star Spirit abilities.

“That’s enough, Carlen!”

Leo grabbed Carlen and hurled her away, then charged headlong into the purple-blue hounds in a final, suicidal assault!

“Boom!”

The golden barrier shattered, and Leo’s form was swallowed by purple-blue flames.

The flame magic vanished—Leo had been sent back to the Star Spirit Realm and could not be summoned again for some time.

“.”

Watching this, Carlen, sprawled on the ground, stared blankly.

“What kind of Star Spirit Magic is this?!”

Gazing at Mo En, clad in sacred armor, draped in starlight, with starlight continuously raining from above, Carlen screamed hysterically.

“Tap. Tap. Tap.”

Mo En walked slowly toward Carlen, who knelt on the ground.

“Look up, Carlen.”

Mo En spoke, and Carlen mechanically raised her head to stare at him.

“The stars possess souls—all shine for me.”

“How is this not Star Spirit Magic?”

Behind Mo En, the constellations of Pegasus, Little Horse, and Orion glowed, starlight flowing freely, leaving Carlen spellbound.

“Get up—the ground is cold.”

The sacred armor dissolved into light particles, peeling away from Mo En as he extended his hand to Carlen.

Carlen mechanically took his hand and rose from the ground, utterly dazed—this was her most crushing defeat, one where she had no resistance at all against Mo En.

Carlen was now in the mental state of being utterly crushed by raw numerical superiority.

All along, Carlen, using Leo as her trump card, was the one who excelled at numerical dominance.

With Leo’s self-contained magic and her own magical support, she could overpower peers—and even older opponents—with sheer numerical advantage.

In the end, good and evil always find their retribution; it’s just a matter of time. Carlen, who had long relied on numerical dominance, had finally met her match—she had encountered a true numerical monster.

Before Mo En’s numbers, Carlen and Leo’s stats meant nothing—Carlen had even dragged Leo down severely.

“Treat your Star Spirits better—Itachi’re nothing without them.”

Looking at Carlen, Mo En delivered a sharp critique—knowing oneself is the most important thing, yet few ever manage it.

“The stars possess souls...”

Carlen mechanically repeated Mo En’s words, unsure if she’d even heard his warning.

“.”

Watching Carlen’s dazed expression, Mo En shook his head in silence—he didn’t expect a single remark to change anyone’s mind.

Mo En had merely spoken offhand; he had no idea what kind of relationship Carlen and Leo truly shared.

He simply felt Carlen treated her Star Spirits too harshly—wasn’t that like eating a meal and then cursing the cook? She’d eventually be consumed by her own cruelty.

“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!”

Paccas hurried over, applauding Mo En with awe.

Paccas’s eyes burned with battle lust—Mo En was nothing like he expected; this “Star Spirit Magic” was far too overwhelming!

“Mo En, Itachi’re wearing armor—Itachi must be a martial type, right?”

Paccas asked curiously; logically, with Mo En’s terrifying magic reserves and armor, he must possess formidable close-combat ability—otherwise, why wear armor at all?

“Of course. A true man fights with fists that strike flesh.”

Mo En nodded—he was indeed a martial type, though he certainly possessed some techniques that weren’t purely fists-on-flesh.

“We should spar sometime!”

Paccas enthusiastically invited Mo En; deep down, he knew he’d likely lose, yet he still burned with desire—he trained in fists and martial arts to fight the world’s strongest, so how could fear of defeat stop him?

“Sure, anytime.”

Mo En smiled in agreement—he liked Paccas. This boisterous, beer-loving muscular man gave Mo En the impression of a wandering martial hero, utterly free and unrestrained.

The two moved to a nearby table and began chatting; Mo En learned that Paccas practiced Drunken Fist!

‘No wonder he’s always drinking from that flask—so the flask is a special drunken buff item?’

Mo En glanced at Paccas’s flask, then dismissed the thought—this guy just loved drinking; if it were a buff item, he’d only drink it when needed, not constantly like this.

Mo En also noticed Paccas wore earrings shaped like tiny flasks—he truly adored the thing.

Mo En and Paccas chatted merrily, discussing Drunken Fist—how could any Chinese person not take a second look at this?

They got along perfectly; no one paid attention to the devastated Carlen.

On the other side, seeing the battle end so swiftly, the guild masters exchanged glances, all turning toward the calm Macao.

At that moment, Macao was reveling inside—his lips twitched, barely containing his laughter, harder to suppress than an AK.

“Itachi won, Macao.”

Gao Deman hadn’t expected it—he’d bet on Carlen, partly because she was older, and partly because of Leo’s strength.

But no one anticipated Mo En’s talent—this wasn’t just promising potential; he’d already arrived in the future!

As for Mo En’s ultimate potential, no one could say for sure—his awakened magic was too unusual.

It had never been seen before, not even in books—if his claim about its upper limit were true...

“The stars possess souls—all shine for me.”

Gao Deman’s eyes filled with awe—what kind of scene would that be?

“Hahahaha! Then I won’t be polite—I’ll take it all!”

Macao’s unrestrained laughter interrupted Gao Deman’s thoughts—he grinned wildly, stuffing all the money others had lost into his pockets.

The money wasn’t much—everyone was just gambling for fun, not real stakes. Macao didn’t care about the money, but its symbolic meaning—he knew, without doubt, that “Fairy Tail” was the strongest guild, the No.1 of Fiore Kingdom!

“Petty triumph.”

Yet as Macao laughed loudly, someone stepped forward to spoil his mood, bluntly cursing him.

Macao didn’t need to look—he knew who it was.

“Jose Porra!”

Macao roared, glaring at the man, itching to punch him into the ground.

Jose Porra was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with dark red hair, clad in a dark robe radiating ominous magic, his face unmistakably villainous; most notably, his robe bore a badge.

That badge was one of the highest honors in Ishgaria—the badge of the “Ten Saint Sages”!

Jose Porra had clearly drunk too much—he was intoxicated. Everyone else had also consumed considerable alcohol, including Macao; their words were loose, and the atmosphere quickly turned hostile.

Of course, old grudges played a part too.

Jose Porra was the guild master of Phantom Lord, a guild that had been in constant conflict with “Fairy Tail” since its founding—their relationship had always been terrible.

(End of Chapter)