Internet Magic in Fairy Tail (Re-upload)

"By the way, what's your sentence?" Nate asked, genuinely curious.

Jellal had been sentenced to life imprisonment for the Tower of Heaven incident. The Oración Seis, however, shouldn't have received such severe sentences—especially since their leader, Brain, had already been killed, his soul trapped in the Soul Cage.

"Life imprisonment," said Midnight, raising his eyelids slightly. The heavy dark circles under his eyes made him look haggard.

Nate fell silent. Well, I can't help you with that.

"Do you have any last wishes before you die?" he eventually asked.

"Hey, don't just give up!" Angel clenched her fist, looking annoyed.

Nate shrugged. "Come on, what can I do about a life sentence?"

For sentences like this, there was no hope of reduction unless they performed some major meritorious deeds.

After pondering for a moment, Nate offered a suggestion: "How about this—I'll negotiate with the Council so you can access the internet while in prison?"

If he couldn't reduce their sentences, at least he could improve their living conditions.

After all, Sealing Magic Stones couldn't block the Magic Net.

Angel's eyes lit up. "I agree! Please, Nate-sama!" She even fell to her knees, bowing deeply.

So desperate... just to play mahjong, Nate thought, trying not to laugh.

He turned to Cobra, who sat lazily with his back against the transparent wall, his right hand resting on his knee. "What about you?"

Cobra narrowed his eyes and smirked. "What do you want from us?"

"Your Poison Dragon Slayer Magic."

Nate briefly explained the game concept and his need to integrate their magic into the Magic App.

Cobra was visibly stunned. Dragon Slayer Magic written into a program? It sounded utterly absurd. However, after some thought, he grinned, showing interest.

"Fine, I'll help you. The condition is what you said—let us have internet access in our cells."

If they could access the internet, communicating with the outside world would be easy. Cobra clearly had ulterior motives, but Nate didn't care. In the original story, the Council released the Oración Seis on their own after seven years anyway.

"Deal. Just wait here."

Nate turned and left the cell area. Outside, Lahal stood waiting.

"Finished already, Nate-san?" Lahal asked.

"I need to discuss something with you," Nate said, casually throwing an arm around Lahal's shoulder and leading him to a quiet corner.

He explained the request to grant the prisoners limited internet access.

"Absolutely not! That's impossible, even for someone like you, a member of the Ten Wizard Saints!" Lahal objected firmly.

"Relax. I'll limit their accounts—they can only browse content and can't send messages or interact with anyone." Nate patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.

"Even so..." Lahal looked torn.

"Think of it this way," Nate said, his tone growing serious. "I need their help to stop the Black Dragon. If we don't solve this problem, it'll break free. Do you want that to happen?"

Lahal hesitated, clearly overwhelmed by the gravity of Nate's words.

"This is bigger than you realize. Let me handle it," Nate added cryptically.

After a bit of rambling, Nate succeeded in confusing Lahal enough that he relented.

"Fine... I'll report this to the Council," Lahal said, opening his Magic Net and quickly sending a message to the Chairman, Gran Doma.

Initially, Gran Doma refused outright. However, when Nate firmly stated, "If we don't resolve this, the Black Dragon will break free," Gran Doma's stance changed instantly.

"Nate-san, please ensure the Black Dragon remains sealed! We cannot afford its return!" came Gran Doma's urgent reply.

"Got it," Nate said with a smirk. He turned back to Lahal. "Alright. Bring Cobra out for me."

"Understood, Nate-sama," Lahal responded, now addressing Nate with more respect—or possibly fear.

Before long, Cobra was brought out of his cell.

"The air out here is amazing," Cobra sighed, cracking his stiff neck. He smirked at Nate. "Not bad, Magic Net Master. You really made this happen."

"Enough chit-chat. Let's get started."

Over the next two hours, Cobra helped integrate Poison Dragon Slayer Magic into the Magic App. Once finished, he was escorted back to his cell.

As promised, Nate kept his word. He instructed Lahal to issue Magic Net rings to the Oración Seis members. Of course, their accounts were heavily restricted—they could only browse forums, watch videos, read novels, and view live streams. Sending messages or chatting with others was strictly forbidden.

With the task complete, Nate's Thought Projection activated Flying Thunder God and disappeared, leaving the prison behind.

…

At the Akane Resort, in a hotel room, Wendy was carefully following Nate's instructions, gradually writing her Sky Dragon Slayer Magic into the system.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light signaled the return of Nate's Thought Projection. Wendy flinched, startled.

"Two Nates? Wait, that's the Thought Projection?" She blinked in surprise as the projection seamlessly merged back into Nate's body.

"Don't mind it; let's continue," Nate said with a smile. "Wendy, your Sky Dragon Slayer Magic can't heal yourself, right?"

"Yes," Wendy replied. "It's like how Natsu-san can't eat his own fire to recover."

"But what about Grandeeney?" Nate asked, puzzled. Sky God Slayer Magic could heal both the user and others. Why couldn't Sky Dragon Slayer Magic do the same? Was Wendy not advanced enough?

Grandeeney's voice resonated in their minds: "It's not possible! Don't push Wendy too hard, Nate."

Nate looked helpless. "I'm not pushing her—it's an academic discussion. This is important for writing it into the Magic App."

Wendy's mother was jumping to her defense.

Feeling resigned, Nate said, "Grandeeney, the Black Dragon has been sealed. You're free to act now."

"Not yet. We still need to suppress the dragon seed... but soon," Grandeeney replied. "Thank you for dealing with Acnologia. We're very grateful for your power."

"No need to thank me," Nate said.

After the brief exchange, Nate turned back to Wendy. "Maybe soon, you'll get to see your mom every day."

"Really? That would be amazing!" Wendy exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy.

They continued working for several more hours. By around 7 or 8 p.m., Wendy had successfully finished writing Sky Dragon Slayer Magic into the Magic App.

With fire, iron, lightning, light, shadow, poison, and sky, they now had seven types of Dragon Slayer Magic integrated. That was more than enough for the time being.

Only the app's interface remained, and soon the test version of the game could be launched. If a single Dragon Slayer couldn't hunt down a dragon, then a hundred—or even a thousand—Dragon Slayers grinding away could eventually defeat one.

In great spirits, Nate took Wendy downstairs to the resort's restaurant for dinner. The rest of the girls had returned and were already gathered, enjoying their meal together.

After dinner, everyone sat around discussing what to do that evening.

"Should we go back to the amusement park?" Lucy suggested.

"We already went yesterday," Meredy said, shaking her head.

"How about a beach bonfire party?" Mirajane proposed, smiling and raising a finger. "A bonfire on the beach sounds fun."

"Eh? But it's so cold at night," Lisanna pointed out, tilting her head. "It's February—while it's nice during the day, the nights are freezing."

"Yeah, it'll be really cold," Levy agreed. "An indoor activity might be better."

"What do you think, Erza?" Ultear asked, resting her chin in her hand.

Erza considered it seriously. "Isn't it fine to just sit here and chat?" Her gaze then turned to her mother.

Although Irene was over 400 years old, she fit in perfectly with the younger women.

Noticing everyone's eyes on her, Irene smirked playfully. "Why not ask the only man here?"

Immediately, all eyes turned to Nate.

Nate, sipping his seafood soup, sighed. "Does my opinion even matter?"

Cana's eyes glinted mischievously. "Why don't we play King's Game again?"

The last time they played had been in the guild's tavern, and it hadn't felt satisfying. Now they were at a luxurious resort hotel!

Nate's interest was piqued. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Mavis. "What do you think, First?"

Mavis, cheeks puffed out with dessert, nodded enthusiastically and mumbled through her food: "Mmmph, I wanna play~!"

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