Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 155

Chapter 155: Laxus Appears, Civil War is Coming!

After letting the final, lingering note fade into the air, Mira stood up from the stool and offered a graceful, sweeping bow to the audience.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted instantly. Countless guild members waved glowing sticks they had somehow smuggled into the hall, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus demanding an encore.

Just as Lucy and the others were still bathing in the gentle, soul-soothing afterglow of Mira’s performance, the dim lights of the guild hall flickered and died.

The heavy velvet curtains drew back once more. Standing center stage, having completely replaced the sweet barmaid, was Gajeel. He wore a crisp white suit, his legs crossed as he leaned against a microphone stand with an aura of supreme, unrestrained arrogance.

“You bastards are lucky.” Gajeel smirked, adjusting his collar. “This is a masterpiece I wrote myself. It’s called ‘Graffiti Rave’!”

Before the audience could even process the visual whiplash, Gajeel hoisted a massive electric guitar into his arms. His fingers struck the strings, tearing a jagged, ear-splitting chord through the speakers as he unleashed his vocal cords.

“Colorful! Colorful!”

“This melody of love is forged from hard steel metal! Oh yeah!”

The rhythm was stiff, harsh, and entirely devoid of harmony. Coupled with his grating, gravelly roar, the performance unleashed a wave of heavy mental pollution over the paralyzed crowd below.

If Mira’s singing was a heavenly breeze that cleansed the soul, Gajeel’s was the screeching of a demon dragged fresh from the deepest pits of the underworld.

“What is this garbage! It’s drilling into my brain! Get off the stage, you iron-chewing bastard!”

“Who wants to listen to this crap? Did you really think slapping on a white suit and sunglasses would earn you points? A dying dog barking at dawn sounds better than you!”

“Get down! Boo!”

Their eardrums subjected to severe trauma, the crowd abandoned all pretense of welcoming the newcomer. A barrage of rotten eggs, stinky socks, and wooden slippers rained down upon the stage, aimed directly at Gajeel’s head.

“Man! Now this is music with a real heavy metal flavor!” Elfman shouted, tears of manly emotion in his eyes.

“Go, Gajeel! You can do it!” Juvia cheered from the back, genuinely supportive.

“Well, it certainly makes Mira look even better by comparison,” Macao muttered, taking a swig of his beer.

Aside from Juvia, the few offering praise were entirely focused on watching the trainwreck unfold.

“Metal storm! Sha la la! Thanks for the mop, brother!” Gajeel roared into the mic, catching a filthy floor mop thrown at his face without missing a single beat of his terrible strumming. His thick skin was impenetrable; he actually seemed to be enjoying the abuse, his singing growing louder and wilder.

“He actually wove his thank-yous smoothly into the lyrics.” Lucy sat at a table, her head buzzing and her hair covered in dust from the falling debris. “Should I be impressed by his musical adaptability?”

“By the way, throwing a mop means they want you to die, not keep singing!”

Natsu, sitting right beside her, finally reached his breaking point. He slapped both hands over his ears, his teeth grinding together. “Shut up, you overgrown nail-clipper! I’ve never heard anything so awful in my entire life!”

The demon’s screeching halted abruptly.

A heavy electric guitar launched off the stage like a cannonball, smashing perfectly into Natsu’s face with a loud wooden crack.

Natsu tumbled backward, groaning.

On stage, Gajeel stood with his mouth full of broken piano keys, glaring down with murderous intent. He could take the insults from the peanut gallery, but hearing it from the Fire Dragon was a step too far.

Natsu ripped the broken guitar off his face, his expression twisting into a snarl. He vaulted over the table, intent on dragging the iron dragon off the stage by his hair.

Gajeel had the exact same idea. The two of them, harboring months of mutual irritation, lunged at the exact same moment, their boots colliding heavily in mid-air.

“You want to go, ash-breath!”

“I’m trying to share my graffiti rave! What does a single-celled idiot like you know about art!”

“The old guy collecting scrap metal in the alley sings better than you!”

Amidst the flying sparks and insults, Natsu and Gajeel descended into a brutal, rolling brawl across the floorboards.

“Hey, give it a rest! Can you two be mature for five seconds!” Gray slammed his glass down and stood up to shout at them.

In his wide, exasperated gesture, his elbow clipped the edge of a ceramic plate resting on the adjacent table.

The strawberry cake sitting upon it tipped over the edge, falling in agonizing slow motion before splattering onto the floorboards.

Erza froze. Her eyes locked onto the ruined, deformed mass of cream and fruit.

Her hand trembled as she reached out, desperately hoping a fraction of the cake could still be salvaged. But before her fingers could brush the frosting, a heavy wooden clog stepped backward, ruthlessly grinding the strawberry cake into a smear of pink dust.

“Man! Stop fighting like children!” Elfman took a step back, completely oblivious to the fact that his foot had just signed his death warrant.

A terrifying, suffocating shadow fell over the immediate area.

“You are all so annoying!”

Erza’s eyes glowing with demonic fury, she unleashed a devastating right hook that sent Elfman flying over thirty feet through the air. His massive body crashed through three tables, taking down a dozen innocent onlookers in the process.

The powder keg was officially lit.

The hot-tempered mages of Fairy Tail were never ones to accept unwarranted collateral damage. Magic circles flared to life across the hall as members seized the excuse to hurl spells at whoever had annoyed them that week.

Explosions rocked the foundation. Tables, chairs, soup pots, and flying bodies turned the air into a chaotic warzone. The rare, relaxing concert had devolved into the guild’s favorite pastime: a massive, no-holds-barred brawl.

“A completely unsurprising development.”

Lucy sat huddled behind the sturdy oak of the bar counter, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The girl who used to panic at these fights was now a seasoned veteran at finding the safest cover.

“Hahaha, it’s really lively in here! Let me add some momentum to the party!”

Lucy’s head snapped up at the familiar voice.

Standing in the center of the stage, surrounded by a full set of professional rock instruments, was Chase. Flanking him were Dark Magician Girl holding a glowing bass, and Celtic Guardian seated behind a massive drum kit.

“Wait, wait, Chase, playing that song right now is going to cause a disaster!” Lucy screamed, her mind flashing back to the rehearsal.

Even she had been uncontrollably affected by the sheer passion of that melody, feeling an illusion of invincibility. If this hall full of battle-crazed maniacs heard it while their blood was already boiling, the property damage would be incalculable.

“Don’t worry, Lucy. With the Master here, things won’t get too out of hand,” Happy whispered from beside her.

“I suppose you’re right.” Lucy nodded, exhaling a breath of relief.

Then she paused. Happy’s voice had sounded strangely distant.

She turned her head, her face instantly morphing into a mask of pure betrayal. The blue cat, who was supposed to be hiding with her, had silently crept all the way to the far window, his little wings half-unfurled and his body positioned for an immediate tactical retreat.

“Your words and actions don’t match at all! How dare you tell me to relax while you’re preparing to abandon ship!”

Deciding her current spot was compromised, Lucy scrambled across the floor, tackling Happy and trapping him in a vice-like bear hug. If she was going down in this crossfire, she was taking this disloyal cat with her.

Up on stage, Chase and his summoned monsters struck their instruments.

A heavy, rhythmic drumming echoed through the hall, vibrating in the chest of every mage present.

The moment the iconic, high-energy prelude blasted through the speakers, it swept over the brawling guild like a hurricane. The driving, passionate rhythm bypassed their ears and struck directly at their magic origins.

Blood boiled. Magic Power flared wildly, connecting with the music as an endless surge of energy gushed from their bodies.

“This music! My Magic Power is expanding to its absolute limit!”

“I’ve never felt anything like this! Is this the true power of rock?!”

“Man! As expected of Chase! Even his music is overflowing with pure masculinity!”

“Bring it on, all of you! I can take on ten at once!”

Even Makarov, the voice of reason Lucy had pinned all her hopes on, suddenly ripped off his shirt. He threw his arms to the ceiling, his muscles bulging. “Ohhhh! I’m fired up!”

“No! Master, please calm down!” Lucy shrieked, her hair standing on end.

“Oh my, I suddenly feel the urge to break something.”

“Mira, no! Why are you activating Satan Soul for a bar fight!”

“Ahahaha! Take this, Chase! I’m terrifyingly strong right now!” Natsu roared, his fists engulfed in roaring flames as he leaped directly toward the stage.

“Natsu, stop! Chase, wait, don’t—”

Lucy’s plea died in her throat as she realized the fastest way to end the threat was to let nature take its course. She immediately changed her tune, pointing a finger forward. “Get him, Natsu!”

“Aye. Lucy is quite cunning when her life is on the line,” Happy mumbled, his face squished against her chest.

A loud crack echoed over the music as Natsu was swatted out of the air like a flaming fly, crashing into the floorboards.

Driven by the ultimate battle anthem, the Fairy Tail mages clashed with renewed, explosive vigor. The sheer force of their combined spells rattled the structural beams of the newly built guild hall, making the entire building tremble by the lakeside as if shivering in fear.

Out on the streets of Magnolia, the massive commotion caused passing residents to stop and stare, murmuring about what crazy stunt Fairy Tail was pulling today.

None of them noticed the tall, blond man standing at the back of the crowd. He wore a heavy coat, spiked headphones resting over his ears, and a deeply gloomy, dangerous expression etched across his face.

Inside the hall, the dust eventually began to settle.

Makarov, realizing that Chase’s music was pushing the guild’s magic to dangerous levels, finally snapped out of his battle trance and forcibly shut down the brawl.

The new guild building narrowly escaped destruction, avoiding the tragic fate of needing reconstruction the very week it opened.

Despite the bruised faces and broken tables, the members were still riding the high of the music. They crowded around the stage, begging Chase to play it again and solemnly swearing they wouldn’t start another fight.

Natsu, sporting a fresh, smoking lump on his head from his brief encounter with Chase, lay flat on the floor with a wide, satisfied grin. ‘Now this is the taste! This is exactly the atmosphere our guild should have!’

Chase gladly agreed to the encore, handing a fresh sheet of music down to Mira so she could accompany them on the keyboard.

While there was a hint of a prank in his actions, Makarov’s instincts had been correct. The background music Chase had just played wasn’t merely practice for the Fantasia parade.

Ever since encountering Vidaldus Taka of the Trinity Raven and witnessing his rock succubus magic, Chase had consulted the Dark Magician regarding the underlying principles of sound-based spells.

Though he wasn’t a master of the craft yet, today’s field test proved that weaving Magic Power into a specific rhythm could heavily buff the physical and magical output of his allies.

If he could refine the technique and amplify its effects, he might actually be able to carry a set of enchanted speakers into a warzone and lead the entire Fairy Tail roster into a massive group battle.

Given the large-scale conflicts looming in their future, it was a terrifyingly practical idea. But for now, it remained an experimental side project to tinker with during his downtime.

His primary focus was still on raw strength.

And right now, a prime target capable of dropping some excellent cards had just walked into his hunting grounds.

As he began to play a lighter, magic-free rock melody alongside Mira, Chase’s eyes drifted past the cheering crowd, looking through the guild’s grand entrance toward the streets of Magnolia.

Laxus had returned. The arrogant lightning dragon was likely preparing to kick off his little civil war.

Chase’s lips curved into a faint, dry smile.

Finally, he could give that annoying, rebellious brat the severe beating he so desperately needed.

Once the final song concluded, the crowd remained buzzing with adrenaline, demanding he play it a billion more times.

Chase didn’t indulge them. He calmly unequipped his instruments, recalled the Celtic Guardian to his deck, and stepped down from the stage.

The troublemakers groaned in disappointment, but absolutely no one dared to block his path. Forcing Chase to do anything usually resulted in ending up exactly like Natsu—face-down in the floorboards.

Dark Magician Girl, however, seized the opportunity to linger. She floated over to Mira, affectionately wrapping her arms around the barmaid’s arm and begging for a grand tour of the new guild building.

Mira, her sweet smile fully restored, naturally agreed. The two girls linked arms and happily strolled out of the main hall.

“Hey, Gray. You probably haven’t heard yet, but your teacher, Ur, dropped by the guild yesterday looking for you,” Chase said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from the ice mage.

“Ur? She’s already back?” Gray blinked, his cool demeanor breaking into genuine surprise.

Though they had spoken about her return on Galuna Island, he hadn’t expected her to track him down this quickly.

Hearing Ur’s name, Lucy, Erza, Happy, and Natsu immediately crowded around the table. Erza, having missed the entire Deliora incident, was particularly curious about the woman who had trained Gray.

Chase leaned back, briefly summarizing the events of yesterday’s visit.

“What? Ur is the Guild Master of Sabertooth now?!” Gray slammed his hands on the table, his eyes wide with shock.

“Sabertooth? Hmm.” Natsu tilted his head, crossing his arms as his face scrunched up in deep thought. “That name sounds super familiar. Where have I heard that before?”

His notoriously terrible memory had completely deleted the rival guild from his brain.

“They’re the guild that colluded with Phantom Lord and tried to wipe us out!” Lucy sighed, rubbing her temples at the dragon slayer’s sheer ignorance.

“Oh! You mean that muscular old guy the Master knocked out with one punch!” Natsu smashed his fist into his palm, a look of deep realization on his face.

“The way you categorize people in your head is incredibly insulting,” Lucy muttered.

“According to the Magic Council’s investigation, the attack was entirely Jiemma’s personal agenda. The actual members of Sabertooth were completely unaware of his alliance with Phantom Lord,” Erza explained, resting her chin on her hand. “Since both Chase and the Master speak so highly of her, this new Sabertooth must be a respectable establishment.”

“Then it’s settled! Let’s go over there and crash their place!” Natsu declared loudly, instantly turning on his heel to march out the door.

He truly lived up to his reputation as a man who acted first and thought never.

Lucy lunged forward, grabbing the end of his scaly scarf and yanking him backward. “Hold your horses! We literally just got back from a mission!”

“You idiot. Ur just took over an entire guild. She’s probably buried in paperwork and restructuring. Showing up unannounced right now would just cause her a massive headache.”

Gray, the person who actually wanted to see Ur the most, remained seated, his voice calm and measured. Naturally, he couldn’t resist slipping an insult in for Natsu.

“What did you just call me, you stripping ice-freak?!” Natsu whirled around, his fists igniting.

“I called you an idiot, matchstick.” Gray stood up, his own magic chilling the air around him.

The two rivals instantly closed the distance, pressing their foreheads together as they growled insults.

Watching them, Chase felt a sudden, fleeting urge to crack their skulls open just to check if someone had implanted opposing magnets inside their brains.

“Sit down. Haven’t you two caused enough property damage for one afternoon?”

Erza didn’t raise her voice. She simply took a slow, tactical sip of her tea, her sharp eyes sliding toward the boys.

The killing intent in the air was absolute. Natsu and Gray instantly extinguished their magic, scrambling backward at light speed. They dropped into their chairs, placing their hands flat on their knees and sitting up perfectly straight like terrified school children.

“But Erza, you were fighting Mira just a few minutes ago…” Happy pointed out from the safety of Lucy’s arms.

“Hmm?” Erza’s teacup paused. Her gaze shifted toward the blue cat, dark and heavy.

“Aye! Natsu! Gray! You two are completely out of line!” Happy instantly saluted, throwing his friends under the bus without a second thought.

“You spineless turncoat!” Lucy yelled.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Chase casually reached across the table and swiped the crispy fried chicken leg right off Lucy’s plate.

He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before pointing the bone at Gray. “Before I forget, Gray. You need to settle the bill for the dinner Ur treated everyone to yesterday.”

“What? Why the hell should I pay for a dinner Ur offered to buy?!” Gray protested.

“Hey! That was my chicken leg!” Lucy wailed, staring at her empty plate.

Chase ignored her entirely, licking a speck of grease from his thumb as he kept his eyes locked on Gray. “Because she told me a very interesting story. Something about a little boy running over to the neighbor’s house completely bare-bottomed…”

“How much! I’ll pay it right now!” Gray shouted, his face instantly flushing a violent shade of crimson as he slammed his wallet onto the table.

If Natsu heard the rest of that story, he would never live it down for the rest of his natural life.

Beneath the table, hiding just out of sight, Juvia twisted her hands together, her face flushed with intense curiosity.

‘Mr. Chase, please don’t stop there! Juvia desperately needs to know all of Gray-sama’s embarrassing childhood secrets!’

While the group continued their chaotic banter, Gajeel slipped out the back doors of the guild. Approached by Jet and Droy, the iron dragon slayer quietly followed the members of Shadow Gear out toward the secluded park in the center of Magnolia.