Chapter 653: The All-Encompassing Magic System! Fairy Tail

A tremor, like an earthquake, surged through the air.

Uru’s face instantly paled; while remaining wary of Luo Fu, her gaze instinctively turned toward the direction beyond the town.

A faint mist, gathering from nowhere, rapidly thickened within moments.

Within the mist, a colossal figure, like a mountain, slowly but steadily advanced toward the town.

“D…Delliora,” Gray whispered, his voice trembling.

The instant Gray saw Delliora from afar, memories from years past surged within him.

Gray himself was one of the few survivors of the disaster Delliora had wrought, raised as an orphan by Uru.

The memory of Delliora had become an inescapable nightmare within Gray’s heart.

Indeed, his parents had both been brutally killed because of Delliora, instilling in Gray a deep, burning hatred—but in this moment, Gray realized that alongside his hatred, he had also harbored a fear he had never even acknowledged in himself.

Yes.

Gray was terrified; every cell in his body trembled uncontrollably at the sight of Delliora approaching from afar.

Though Gray’s reaction did not escape Uru or Luo Fu, Uru had no time now to care about Gray’s emotions.

And Luo Fu cared even less about Gray.

In Luo Fu’s mind, aside from the debt he owed Uru for saving him, who was Gray?

Even if Gray would one day become a member of Fairy Tail, what did that have to do with Luo Fu right now?

“Uru,” Luo Fu glanced at Delliora’s massive, half-visible form through the thick mist, and said: “Leave Delliora to me.”

Uru looked at Luo Fu with deep meaning: “Itachi should call me Madam.”

Though Uru appeared youthful and vibrant, in truth, her daughter was nearly as old as the combined ages of Luo Fu and Gray.

“Fine,” Luo Fu said indifferently. “Madam Uru, I’ll handle Delliora.”

After a moment of silence, Uru slowly nodded.

Seeing this, Luo Fu walked straight toward Delliora.

As Luo Fu drew closer to Delliora, the immense magical power radiating from him reached a critical threshold—and in an instant, crystallized. Visible to the eye, a vast magical array began expanding beneath his feet.

Within moments, the magical array covered countless meters around him.

As the array formed, layers of crystallized, terrifying magical power rapidly coalesced into a colossal, fearsome magical giant.

“W-What kind of magic is this?” Gray gasped, eyes wide with disbelief, turning to Uru beside him.

No wonder Gray was stunned—Luo Fu’s crystalline form was not a magical construct like Ice-Make, but pure magic itself.

To forge a massive crystalline structure from pure magic alone was sheer waste.

It was like possessing an ICBM capable of carrying multiple warheads, yet using it as a blunt weapon—utterly irrational.

Uru did not answer. The reason was simple: even she could not comprehend the purpose behind Luo Fu’s actions.

Normally, one unit of magic could produce ten units of magical effect—but what Luo Fu was doing produced less than one-tenth the effect of even a basic spell. What was the point? It was like cutting off his own limbs.

Just as Uru was baffled—

The crystalline structure formed from Luo Fu’s pure magic began to transform, like a drop of ink spreading in clear water, rapidly fleshing out from a single point.

In the span of a single breath, the pure-magic giant was gone—replaced by a colossal, titan-like lifeform.

Merely its size brought an unprecedented sense of oppression.

As if sensing the threat emanating from Luo Fu—

Delliora, who had been moving calmly toward the town, suddenly halted—and then, as if overcome by fear, began retreating.

“T-That’s… that’s…” Gray was utterly stunned.

Delliora was known as a mobile catastrophe, an undead calamity demon.

Since Delliora’s appearance, countless mages had attempted to eliminate this great threat for the continent’s people.

Without exception, every one of those mages died in their battles against Delliora.

Entire powerful mage guilds had been wiped out by Delliora.

And yet, this monstrous force of nature—this creature of devastation—was now… afraid of Luo Fu?

In that moment, in Gray’s mind, Luo Fu had become another catastrophe—no, he had surpassed catastrophe itself.

When Gray had seen Delliora’s silhouette, even through the thin mist, even when he had believed he felt only hatred for the undead calamity demon, he now realized—he had been terrified of it all along.

Now, what he could scarcely believe was that Delliora, which had once brought him such terror, was now fleeing from Luo Fu?

No comparison could be more direct than Gray’s feelings at this moment.

Luo Fu himself had not expected that the Susanoo technique, shared from his Mangekyō Sharingan, would manifest in this world as a giant magic similar to Macao Dreyar’s.

But unlike Macao Dreyar, Fairy Tail’s guild master, whose giant magic was merely a spell, Luo Fu’s crystallized magical energy had now transformed into flesh and blood.

Yet this transformation did not alter the truth: the titan-sized form he now wore, and his frail human child’s appearance, were both his true forms.

Whether through the Mangekyō Sharingan or the Susanoo effect, both confirmed one thing—his borrowed ability had been fully localized.

The giant Luo Fu glanced back at Uru and Gray, then in an instant, his mountainous body moved with impossible speed and agility, closing the distance to Delliora before the demon could flee.

Delliora, a calamity that had ravaged this world for years, possessed little intellect—but its beastly instincts told it: facing a threat as immense as Luo Fu, turning to flee was suicide.

“Roar!” A terrifying bellow erupted.

With no escape, Delliora spun around and charged head-on into the giant Luo Fu.

Luo Fu’s giant form was, at its core, the localized manifestation of the Susanoo technique.

But after sharing power across twelve heavenly worlds, Susanoo had long since become unrecognizable.

For instance, now.

As Delliora prepared to fight to the death, Luo Fu’s giant body suddenly shifted into a battle form.

Yes—the battle form was none other than the twisted, ancient image of Chiyou, the War God, reshaped across countless worlds.

In that instant of transformation, Luo Fu did not immediately engage Delliora in brute melee combat—even though Chiyou’s physical prowess far surpassed Delliora’s.

To Luo Fu, Delliora was a rare, invaluable test subject for his localized abilities.

Such a subject might not appear again for a very long time.

A dense web of magical arrays instantly obscured the entire battle between Luo Fu and Delliora.

These arrays were varied and countless—so many, in fact, that Gray recognized among them formations nearly identical to Ice-Make magic.

These magical arrays, born of Fairy Tail’s unique Dao and principles, appeared wildly complex yet followed their own internal logic.

For example, Dragon Slayer Magic belonged to the same category—but even within Dragon Slayer Magic, different elements manifested distinct traits.

Though magical arrays varied by user, even the same elemental magic would show subtle differences when cast by different mages—yet all remained rooted in the same fundamental principles.

What stunned Gray now was that he saw, among these arrays, formations nearly identical to Ice-Make magic—slightly different, yet undeniably ice-elemental.

Without thinking, Gray turned to Uru beside him: “Uru… could it be… that someone else besides Itachi knows Ice-Make magic?”

Uru frowned and replied: “That is indeed ice magic—but it is not Ice-Make.”

As if stirred by the dense web of magical arrays surrounding Luo Fu, Uru closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she looked at Gray and said: “Gray, we must leave this place immediately.”

“Leave?” Gray hesitated—he could not kill Delliora himself, but at least he wanted to witness its death.

Sensing Uru’s firm tone, Gray asked: “What about Leo?”

“Nothing is more important than Leo’s life right now!” Uru’s expression was grave.

Though Uru was a lone mage, her strength ensured constant ties to mage guilds.

Now, she was horrified to realize that a being nearly like a system bug had appeared in this world.

That being was Luo Fu.

In the Fairy Tail world, it was not unheard of for a mage to master multiple magics.

But every mage typically had one domain they excelled in.

For example, Uru, an Ice-Make mage, was unquestionably strongest in Ice-Make—but she was not ignorant of other elemental magics.

Yet Luo Fu’s existence, in Uru’s eyes, was far beyond reason.

The countless magical arrays she could identify spanned lightning, ice, fire, life, curses, poison, and more.

Many other array types were utterly beyond her comprehension.

This meant Luo Fu had mastered nearly all forms of magic.

A non-human being who controlled all magic, strong enough to frighten Delliora—a being of apocalypse—merely by approaching… this was more terrifying than the Black Dragon of centuries past.

In Uru’s view, Luo Fu’s appearance might bring a magical catastrophe worse than the Black Dragon’s.

Compared to this extraordinary being, even the life of her second disciple, Leo, seemed insignificant.

Seeing Gray refuse to leave, Uru grabbed him by the arm and, using her own power, forcibly dragged him out of the town.

“Uru! Uru!”

Gray shouted desperately—but Uru’s mind was entirely focused on contacting the guild as quickly as possible to report Luo Fu’s existence. She had no time for him.

Though Uru and Gray were gone, and Luo Fu had fought Delliora partly to repay Uru’s debt, he had also acted to test his localized abilities.

Now Uru had vanished.

Yet even without her, Luo Fu realized his power had reached Saint Tier Ten—or even surpassed it.

His abilities spanned nearly every domain; even Fairy Tail’s Three Great Magics—Fairy Law, Fairy Glitter, and Fairy Sphere—seemed trivial before him.

As he effortlessly dominated Delliora, a flicker of unease stirred within Luo Fu.

He knew that localizing shared power required time.

If he could now wield such overwhelming force so effortlessly, how much time had passed since his shipwreck?

Luo Fu had not forgotten—his companions were still trapped in the Tower of Paradise, living worse than slaves.

If too much time had passed, perhaps even Erza had already escaped the Tower.

The thought sent a surge of urgency through Luo Fu.

Yet, no matter how desperate he felt inside, he could not kill Daleiola quickly.

The reason was simple: although the power Luo Fu had shared had been largely localized.

But unfortunately, Daleiola was not a being that could be easily killed.

More crucially, among the power Luo Fu had shared, there was no means capable of instantly eradicating Daleiola’s immense vitality.

(End of Chapter)