Internet Magic in Fairy Tail (Re-upload)

The dark magic shot forth like a beam from the tip of Precht's staff, piercing Mard Geer's chest.

A direct hit, yet Precht frowned.

Mard Geer seemed unfazed. His figure rippled like a reflection on water, then faded away, disappearing without a trace.

"A phantom?" Precht quickly realized. It had to be some form of Thought Projection magic—or rather, a curse.

"You've grown weaker," Mard Geer's voice sounded again, this time from Precht's right.

Using his peripheral vision, Precht spotted Mard Geer perched casually on the ship's railing, the Book of E.N.D. still in his hands. With a calm gesture, Mard Geer raised two fingers.

"Thorns!"

A single, vine-like thorn shot toward Precht from behind.

Sensing the danger, Precht immediately conjured a powerful magic shield.

Boom!

The thorn collided with the shield, sparking brightly upon impact.

But before Precht could catch his breath, a dozen more thorns emerged from all directions, ensnaring him in an oppressive assault.

"How long can you hold out? Ten seconds?" Mard Geer sneered as he tightened his control over the thorny curses, compressing Precht's magic shield with immense pressure.

The shield flickered violently, cracks threatening to form under the relentless strain.

Yet Precht remained calm, even managing a smile.

"You think I'd come unprepared, knowing your strength so well?"

"Oh?" Mard Geer arched a brow, intrigued.

…

Earlier That Day – In Nate's Office

"Second Master, to regain your full freedom, you need to eliminate Tartaros's leader. Only then can you truly atone for the mistakes of the past," Nate explained.

"Is this your way of letting me make amends?" Precht asked, chuckling softly.

"You could see it that way," Nate replied. "For now, your body is free, but your soul remains shackled."

"Heh… Freedom of the soul? You really know how to say the right things," Precht said with a grin, though amusement lingered in his tone.

"But, Nate," he continued, "in my pursuit of magic's true essence, I came too close to the abyss. You understand what I mean, don't you?"

"Darkness is inherent in magic. The closer you get to its source, the easier it is to fall into its shadow.

"While I am no longer ensnared by that darkness, my power has diminished accordingly. I could handle the Nine Demon Gates, but against Mard Geer, I can't guarantee victory."

Nate nodded, having anticipated this. Magic, after all, was a reflection of the heart, and Precht's heart had once been consumed by darkness.

"Second Master, your problem isn't difficult to solve. I have several methods that could restore you, but there's not enough time. The operation begins in two days."

Nate raised a finger, smiling. "But I do have a proposal. It might be a bit risky."

"What trick do you have up your sleeve?" Precht asked, intrigued.

"Fairy Heart. I extracted it from Mavis's body. That infinite source of magic hasn't disappeared—it's stored in the Magic Net."

Nate didn't bother with suspense. "I can access its power anytime."

Precht's eyes widened in shock. "Are you suggesting… you'll let me use Fairy Heart?"

"Yes, temporarily," Nate clarified.

The Fairy Heart represented unlimited magic—a power born of extraordinary circumstances.

"Using it is dangerous," Nate continued. "Even temporary integration could trigger an uncontrollable surge. There's a risk of catastrophic magic overload."

Precht chuckled. "Nate, I've lived over a century. If there's one thing I've learned, it's this:

"Anything worthwhile comes with risk. In magic, in life—it's all the same."

"Go ahead. If I die, I'll drag Mard Geer down with me."

…

Present

Yes.

Precht extended his withered hand and pressed the virtual button.

In an instant—

BOOM!

Golden magic erupted, surging skyward and enveloping Precht entirely.

The oppressive thorns constricting his shield disintegrated, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.

"What is this?!" Mard Geer's eyes widened in disbelief.

The sheer magnitude of the magic radiating from Precht far exceeded anything he had ever encountered. Not even Zeref himself, creator of the demons, possessed such boundless power.

The golden magic swirled like a typhoon, sending violent gusts across the ship's deck.

Standing atop the airship, Ultear dutifully captured the scene with her magic camera.

In the Saints' chatroom, viewers watched in stunned silence.

Makarov: "What is this power?!"

Jura: "Has Precht always possessed this strength?"

Wolfheim: "No, this isn't his power. It's borrowed."

Ultear: "Nate? Did you do something?"

Nate: "Just a little experiment. 😊"

…

When the golden light finally subsided, Precht emerged—transformed.

Mard Geer stared at him, speechless. "Who are you? Are you still Hades?"

Precht's entire being glowed faintly, his form cloaked in pure white light. Even his staff had turned a pristine white, as though its very essence had been altered.

"I see it now… This is Fairy Heart."

The White God Mode had awakened.

~~~

Chapter 371: Infinite Magic, White God Mode!