Fairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 169

Chapter 169: The Thunder God Dragon! Fairy Law Activated!

Laxus hit the dirt, the impact cratering the earth beneath him. A feral, eerie red light flashed across his pupil-less eyes. Stray arcs of electricity danced violently across his bulging muscles, the deep gold of his signature magic now infected with a sinister, dark crimson hue.

Chase’s God Slayer Magic wasn’t just raw destruction. Against weaker foes, it guaranteed an instant kill. But even against those who surpassed that fatal threshold, it forcibly stripped away their offensive power. This oppressive drain stemmed directly from Slifer the Sky Dragon’s divine authority—specifically, the Summoned Lightning effect, a power that transcended the mortal plane.

Laxus had felt it during their close-quarters clashes. An invisible, suffocating weight had been bleeding his Magic Power dry. He had tried to devour the crimson lightning multiple times, but to no avail. Slifer’s magic might have worn the mask of lightning, but its core was the pure, unadulterated essence of a god. It wasn’t until Chase’s Superconductive Wave blasted him, completely emptying his magical reserves, that Laxus was pushed into a corner.

Driven by a maddening desperation to win, he offered his own body as a vessel to bear the god’s thunder.

It was a reckless gamble, eerily similar to the stunt Natsu would one day pull with Fire God Slayer Magic on Tenrou Island.

“You absolute fool!” Makarov roared, his voice cracking with panic. “Even if a Dragon Slayer can consume elements of the same nature, Chase’s magic is laced with properties you can’t digest! One wrong move and you’ll cripple yourself—or die on the spot!”

Beneath the Guild Master’s furious scolding lay a deep, agonizing terror for his grandson’s life.

“Hahaha! That’s Laxus for you!” Natsu grinned, bouncing on his heels with entirely inappropriate excitement. “Figuring out a crazy trick like that! I’m totally doing that next time I run into a Fire God Slayer!”

“Gihi… you think there’s an Iron God Slayer out there?” Gajeel’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smirk, his iron-studded knuckles cracking.

A massive, magically enlarged fist swept horizontally through the air, swatting both Dragon Slayers into the dirt with a deafening crash.

“Are you two meatheads even listening?!” Makarov bellowed, his giant arm retracting. “You’ll die!”

“Oh, Master, please be gentle,” Mira said, a soft, airy giggle escaping from behind her hand. “They’re still recovering from their injuries, after all.”

“I’ll bandage them up later. That’s the least of our worries right now.” Erza’s brow furrowed, her dark eyes locked onto the distant battlefield. “Is Laxus actually going to survive this?” She could sense the violently unstable Magic Power boiling beneath the Dragon Slayer’s skin.

Right on cue, a blood-curdling scream ripped from Laxus’s throat.

“GAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”

The golden lightning was completely swallowed by uncontrollable crimson surges. The violent energy erupted from his pores, blanketing the sky and earth in a suffocating red glow. The divine power ruthlessly corroded his nervous system. Agony, like millions of burning needles, pierced every muscle fiber. Even a man of Laxus’s immense fortitude was reduced to thrashing on the scorched earth, his veins bulging so far they threatened to burst.

“That is the price of trying to digest the power of a god,” Chase murmured, his voice low and steady.

Laxus attempting to eat the Superconductive Wave had been a surprise, but it made perfect sense. Deep down, Laxus and Natsu were cut from the same cloth—reckless, impulsive, and willing to throw away their lives for a single strike. It was the very trait that made them Fairy Tail’s most reliable shields. But right now, Laxus wasn’t protecting anyone. He was just a desperate man trying to prove his own supremacy.

Chase stood his ground, arms casually crossed over his chest. He had no intention of kicking a man while he was down. He wanted to see exactly how far this rebellious blond would push himself.

Beneath the cover of the blinding red flashes, a Trap Card materialized and set itself silently into the earth.

The thrashing stopped. Laxus slammed a heavy boot into the dirt and forced himself upright. His eyes glowed with an eerie, hollow red light. Thick, jagged scales materialized across his jawline, arms, and chest—a manifestation virtually indistinguishable from a true dragon’s armor.

“Chase!” Laxus roared at the sky, his fists clenched tight. “I’ll gladly accept your power!”

The dark red arcs exploded outward, saturating the air with a lethal, suffocating pressure. The very nature of his magic had mutated. A massive crimson magic circle flared to life above him. Countless bolts of shocking red lightning surged from the ether, condensing and compressing with terrifying force until they formed a solid, crackling scarlet spear.

“I’m returning your words exactly as you gave them!” Bathed in the bloody light, Laxus drew his arm back, his fingers digging into the spear of concentrated god-thunder. He twisted his waist, muscles coiling like a spring. “Don’t just die on me, Chase!”

The sheer destructive aura radiating from the spear drained the blood from the Fairy Tail members’ faces. The relaxed atmosphere shattered, replaced by raw dread. Even from a safe distance, the oppressive heat of the spell was terrifying. It was on a completely different dimension from anything Laxus had cast before.

Lucy stood frozen at the front of the group, her face ashen, her fingernails digging painfully into her palms.

Magic Power flared around Mira and Erza. Their instincts screamed at them to intervene, but their absolute trust in Chase kept their feet planted.

Makarov simply stared. In terms of raw, destructive output, Laxus had temporarily matched Chase. But the Guild Master already knew how this would end. Some chasms couldn’t be crossed with brute force alone. It required conviction—the power of the heart.

Laxus couldn’t hear his grandfather’s silent judgment. He stomped down, shattering the bedrock, and hurled the compressed divine magic with everything he had.

“Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Death Pierce of the Thunder God Dragon!!!”

The crimson spear tore through space, dragging a shrieking sonic boom and a vortex of ripping wind straight toward Chase.

“I won’t be taken down by a man who can’t even see his own heart, Laxus.” Chase exhaled a heavy breath. He didn’t shift his stance. He didn’t prepare to dodge.

He waited until the roaring spear was mere inches from his face. Then, his Magic Power erupted. He swept his hand through the air.

“At this moment, I activate my Trap Card: Magic Cylinder!”

A blinding, complex magic circle illuminated the battlefield. Two massive, radiant cylinders materialized out of thin air, hovering defensively beside Chase.

The Death Pierce of the Thunder God Dragon plunged directly into the left cylinder. The sheer kinetic force of the god-tier magic immediately spider-webbed the cylinder’s surface with glowing cracks. It was hitting its absolute capacity limit.

Simultaneously, the right cylinder flared a brilliant, aggressive red. Its opening trembled, locking onto the stunned Laxus across the crater.

“If I remember correctly, a Dragon Slayer cannot consume their own magic, right?” Chase offered a calm, chilling smile. His eyes narrowed.

Instead of letting the Trap Card fire normally, Chase reached out and plunged his right hand directly into the right cylinder.

The external interference shattered the overloaded magical construct instantly. The resulting explosion of contained lightning ripped Chase’s palm open, sending a spray of fresh blood into the air.

But as the smoke cleared, Chase stood tall. His bleeding hand was wrapped tightly around the shaft of the crimson lightning spear.

“Want to feel what true despair is like?” Chase looked down the length of the crackling weapon at Laxus. The crimson light cast harsh shadows across his face, his slight smirk exuding an unmatched, crushing pressure.

The battlefield dynamics flipped in a heartbeat. Now, the guild members were terrified for Laxus’s life. Watching these two monsters clash was enough to stop a normal person’s heart.

“Don’t screw with me! I’m the strongest!!” Laxus screamed, his voice cracking. But beneath the bravado, the raw, powerless rage was evident. Facing Chase in this state, an impossible wall of despair finally began to crush him.

Chase didn’t waste another breath. He hurled the crimson spear back at its creator.

He deliberately shifted his aim by a fraction of a degree. He needed to push Laxus to the absolute brink—to force him to cast Fairy Law and confront his own soul—but he wasn’t going to accidentally vaporize the man.

RUMBLE!!!

The spear struck the earth just beside Laxus. A deafening roar tore through the heavens as an apocalyptic shockwave swept outward in all directions.

Miles away, the residents and tourists of Magnolia paused in the streets, staring in awe as a massive mushroom cloud, threaded with violent red lightning, blossomed over the distant suburbs.

“Man, this year’s Fairy Tail festival is really going all out…” a random civilian muttered, eyes wide.

Black smoke billowed into the sky. The earth shuddered violently for nearly a full minute before the tremors finally died down.

When the dust cleared, the landscape was unrecognizable. The rolling hills and raised basin were simply gone, replaced by a staggering, scorched crater that stretched as far as the eye could see.

At the epicenter stood Laxus. His clothes were shredded, his hair wild and singed. He swayed on his feet, his body a canvas of burns and lacerations, looking like he might collapse into a coma at any second.

Even with Chase deliberately missing the direct hit, Laxus’s physical durability was monstrous. If a normal mage like Lucy had been caught in that blast radius, she would have been vaporized ten times over.

Please don’t write such terrifying comparisons about me!!! Lucy’s inner voice shrieked.

Through the hazy ringing in his ears, Laxus heard the crunch of footsteps approaching.

“Surrender, Laxus. You have already failed,” Makarov’s heavy, somber voice echoed across the blasted earth.

Laxus forced his heavy head up. His bloodshot eyes dragged past Makarov and Chase, landing on the crowd behind them. Lucy, Levy, Erza, Mira… all of them were looking at him. Not with fear. With complex, agonizing pity and worry.

To a man whose entire worldview was built on absolute supremacy, those worried gazes were the ultimate, naked humiliation.

“Surrender?” Laxus rasped, blood dripping from his chin. “I failed?”

His breathing grew ragged. “Impossible! I’m the strongest! I am the strongest!!”

He refused to let his pride be trampled by the weak. A crazed, broken expression twisted his features. He raised his arms, crossing them in front of his chest, palms facing each other.

Buzz… buzz… buzz…

A massive, ethereal Fairy Tail emblem materialized in the sky above him. Blinding pillars of golden light erupted from the scorched earth, bathing everyone present in a holy, terrifying radiance.

“This is—Stop it immediately, Laxus!!” Makarov screamed in absolute horror. The old man surged forward, his arms expanding as he prepared to use Giant Magic to physically crush his grandson and interrupt the spell.

But Chase stepped into his path, throwing an arm out to block the Guild Master.

Chase shot the old man a single, reassuring glance. Then, he turned and walked directly into the blinding golden light, his eyes cold and fearless, closing the distance to Laxus.

He knew Laxus’s true heart. He knew the spell wouldn’t harm the guild. But life and death were decided in fractions of a second, and Chase left nothing to chance. Long before this final clash, the moment he had reunited with the others, he had secretly attached a Multiplying Kuriboh to every single member of Fairy Tail present.

If Fairy Law truly registered them as enemies and triggered Kuriboh’s absolute life-saving defense… Chase would not hesitate to execute Laxus on the spot. That was the real reason he was walking into point-blank range.

“Come on, Laxus!” Chase challenged, his voice cutting through the hum of the gathering ultimate magic. “I’m standing right here!”

The moment their eyes locked, the last crumbling pillar of Laxus’s sanity gave way.

“You, the old man, those weaklings… die. Die! All of you, DIE!”

Laxus slammed his palms together.

Fairy Law was activated.