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ArabicFairy Tail: My Magic is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Deck — Chapter 70
Chapter 70: Ur is Resurrected!
Including Sherry, every villager present had assumed the S-Class Mage was in grave danger.
Then the dust settled. A dark cloak fluttered in the night breeze.
Chase stood completely unharmed on the fractured ground. With just a single, casually raised hand, he had caught the crushing downward blow of the massive rock monster.
“How is this possible? He didn’t even use Magic…” Sherry’s pupils shrank to pinpricks as she stared at the impossible scene. “Are you a monster?!”
Chase offered a low chuckle, entirely ignoring the question. His fingers simply tightened. The rock monster’s seemingly indestructible stone fist spider-webbed with cracks before violently shattering, raining chunks of rubble down onto the dirt.
The sheer kinetic backlash sent the massive golem staggering backward, nearly throwing Sherry from her perch on its shoulder.
“Compared to the Giant Soldier of Stone, your summoned creature is as cute as a ragdoll,” the Dark Magician Girl commented, floating nearby with a playful twirl of her staff.
“What a joke! This is my Magic!”
Sherry quickly suppressed her shock. A purple Magic circle flared to life in her palm, aiming directly at the Dark Magician Girl. She intended to seize total control of the spirit through her signature Puppet Attack.
A highly specialized wave of energy rippled through the air.
“Oh, so that’s it. That’s what it felt like when Lucy’s Celestial Spirit was controlled earlier.” The Dark Magician Girl blinked, examining the strange, invasive sensation creeping into her ethereal body. “It really is quite a powerful Magic.”
The moment the words left her mouth, she gave her staff a gentle, dismissive wave. Sherry’s control Magic shattered like fragile glass, violently severed from its source.
“This… this Magic Power…”
In that fleeting second of backlash, Sherry caught a glimpse of a Magic Power so dense it suffocated her. She slumped against the rock monster’s head, her features twisting in absolute terror. She had only ever felt a presence this overwhelming from one other person: Lamia Scale’s ace, Jura Neekis!
“Little girl, there is indeed a restraining relationship between different types of Magic, but that rule only applies when the opponents are on the same level.” Chase took a slow, measured step forward.
“Who are you calling a little girl?! Sherry isn’t small at all, okay!”
Treated like a mere child, a throbbing vein popped on Sherry’s forehead. She puffed out her chest, aggressively showing off her proud assets. Clearly, her priorities and understanding of the insult were somewhat skewed.
Chase couldn’t be bothered to entertain the narcissistic display. His eyes narrowed.
A surging, dark golden Magic Power erupted from his body, whipping his clothes around in a fierce, roaring gale. An oppressive, suffocating weight slammed down over the entire village.
To Sherry’s wide eyes, the man standing in the center of that golden storm was no longer human. He looked like a terrifying demon crawling straight out of the Asura hell.
All color drained from her face. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, her concentration shattering entirely.
With a deafening crash, the rock monster dissolved into loose dirt and pebbles. Standing on top of it a moment prior, Sherry plummeted to the ground, her head tilting to the side as she instantly passed out from sheer fright.
“Haha, as expected of Chase!” Lucy pumped her fists in the air, her eyes sparkling. “The decoy operation was a massive success!”
Chase didn’t stop to celebrate. He turned on his heel and walked directly toward the ongoing brawl between Natsu, Yuka, and Toby.
While Natsu was having zero trouble handling the two Lamia Scale mages, the situation at the Moon Temple was rapidly approaching its climax. Striking early was never a bad idea.
“Hey, Chase! What are you doing? This is my fight, don’t even think about interfering!” Natsu roared, sending the dog-headed Toby skidding across the dirt with a blazing Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist.
The Dragon Slayer had naturally sensed the terrifying spike in Magic Power and knew Chase was finally stepping in. Across from him, Yuka and Toby froze, their expressions twisting into masks of absolute dread.
“So that’s how it is. My enemies have increased to three,” Chase mused, coming to a halt as his gaze swept over Yuka, Toby, and Natsu alike.
Natsu blinked, utterly confused. He planted his hands on his hips and barked a laugh. “Hahaha! Chase, are your eyes going bad? There are clearly only two—Gwaaah!”
Before Natsu could finish his sentence, Chase’s fist connected squarely with his jaw.
Amidst a string of incredibly colorful curses, Natsu launched into the sky, drawing a beautiful, blazing parabola through the night air. His trajectory was aimed perfectly at the temple ruins located in the center of the island.
“Natsu, Chase means he’s treating you as an enemy too,” Happy explained unhelpfully, floating past with a shrug of his tiny blue shoulders.
In the brief time it took the Exceed to deliver his sarcastic remark, two more muffled thuds echoed through the clearing. Yuka and Toby vanished into the vast night sky, following Natsu’s exact flight path.
The battles of S-Class Mages were just that simple and unpretentious.
“Amazing! The battle ended the second you made a move!” Lucy jogged over, flashing a bright smile and a double thumbs-up.
“Not bad, Lucy. You used me as a gun.” Chase raised his fist, inspecting his knuckles. “I suppose I should just turn you into a shooting star too.”
“I’m sorry! I was wrong!” Lucy’s survival instincts instantly maxed out. She slapped her hands flat against her stomach and bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle at the speed of light.
“However, judging the complex situation as a Mage, your method of handling it was the optimal solution.”
Under Lucy’s terrified gaze, Chase opened his fist, gently patted her shoulder, and offered a faint smile. “You’ve made it this far, Lucy. Your request this time is considered qualified.”
“Really? Yes!” The Guild newcomer threw her arms up, instantly forgetting her fear as she basked in the S-Class Mage’s approval.
“Don’t get too happy just yet. The matter isn’t over.” Chase turned his attention to the sky.
A massive pillar of vibrant purple moonlight was crashing down vertically from the heavens, striking the peak of the temple ruins. According to Lyon’s earlier monologue, Deliora’s Iced Shell was set to melt completely tonight.
Though it was happening a day earlier than the original timeline, the deviation was harmless as long as Ur could be ‘killed’ through the Moon Drop ritual. This was exactly why he had launched Natsu over there—if he handled the temple himself, his destructive tendencies might accidentally obliterate the entire structure and the Moon Drop Magic circle along with it.
He was very self-aware of his own collateral damage.
“That’s right! We can’t let the demon Deliora revive!” Lucy gasped, the joy of victory vanishing.
“Let’s go, Lucy. Take me there,” Chase said.
“Right!”
“Wait… wait!”
Just as they were about to sprint into the forest, a battered figure limped into the clearing. Gray clutched his bleeding side, his breathing ragged. “I want to go too. No matter what, I have to settle things with that bastard Lyon!”
Though they were technically student and teacher, Ur had been a mother to him. He absolutely refused to stand by and watch Lyon erase her from existence.
“No way, Gray! Your physical condition is terrible right now!” Lucy hovered her hands near him, afraid to even touch his bruised shoulders.
“This concerns Ur’s life! Do you expect me to just sit quietly in the village and wait for news?!” Gray snapped, his voice cracking with desperation.
Lucy flinched back. Seeing her reaction, Gray’s anger immediately crumbled into guilt. He lowered his head. “Sorry.”
Without another word, the Ice-Make Mage turned toward the forest path, dragging his injured leg behind him.
“Dragging that broken body around… what exactly do you think you can change?” Chase called out. He slid a card from his fingers, the glossy surface catching the moonlight. “At the very least, you need to recover your fighting ability.”
Gray stopped dead in his tracks.
“Is that… the Trap Card: Nutrient Z?” Happy asked, squinting at the artwork.
As a fellow Guildmate, Gray was well aware of the card’s potent restorative effects. He turned back without a second of hesitation. Seeing the raw determination burning in Gray’s eyes, Chase didn’t waste breath on a lecture. He channeled his Magic Power.
The card glowed, materializing a glass bottle filled with a thick, bubbling, suspiciously green liquid.
Gray snatched the bottle, tilted his head back, and chugged it in one go. Instantly, his bruises faded, his breathing steadied, and his depleted Magic Power surged back to its absolute peak.
“That looks… so disgusting…” Lucy muttered, her scalp tingling as she subconsciously hugged her arms.
“Lucy, if I remember correctly, you also consumed quite a bit of Magic Power just now, right?” Chase turned to her, holding up a second bottle.
“No, no, no! I don’t need it at all! I’m super energetic right now!” Lucy shook her head so violently her hair whipped her face. She rolled up her sleeves and aggressively flexed her nonexistent biceps to prove her point.
“That’s good. After all, Nutrient Z has a rather strict cooldown time,” Chase nodded seriously, making the bottle vanish.
Lucy’s mouth twitched. Her eye twitched. ‘You did that on purpose, didn’t you?! You absolutely did that on purpose!’
Leaving the villagers behind, the group dashed through the dense forest path toward the ruins.
Along the way, Gray kept his eyes fixed forward, his voice heavy as he recounted the full history between himself, Ur, Lyon, and Deliora. He finally revealed the darkest secret of Iced Shell—that the caster’s body turned to ice, meaning Ur was technically still alive, trapped in a frozen slumber.
Lucy listened in stunned silence, the tragic pieces of the puzzle finally snapping together.
Chase’s expression remained neutral, though his eyes hardened. Knowing the plot from a screen was one thing; hearing the raw, bleeding guilt in Gray’s voice was another entirely. It only cemented his resolve to pull off the resurrection.
The heavy silence was abruptly shattered when a group of robed figures dropped from the canopy, blocking the path.
They wore dark purple cloaks and strange tribal makeup. Like Yuka’s trio, they were survivors of the towns Deliora had destroyed, manipulated into following the Zero Emperor.
“Go on ahead, Gray,” Chase ordered, stepping in front of the group. “I’ll handle the trash. Natsu should already be keeping Lyon busy.”
“Thanks,” Gray grunted, sprinting past the ambushers.
“These people are so weak!” Lucy realized after throwing a single kick that sent a cultist sprawling. “They’re just ordinary people! They don’t even have Magic Power!”
“Aye, it doesn’t make me feel energized at all,” Happy sighed, munching on a fish he had pulled from nowhere.
“You dead cat! You’re hiding behind me watching the show, what right do you have to complain?!” Lucy shrieked, whipping her fleck toward another charging enemy.
The strike tore the cultist’s hood back, revealing the distinct, complex makeup of the northern tribes.
“Wait, you guys are…” Lucy lowered her whip, her eyes widening in realization.
Before she could speak, the island violently shuddered. The intense purple light from the sky thickened, pouring through the altar formation and drilling straight down into the cavernous depths where Deliora was kept.
An eerie, guttural roar echoed from beneath the earth. A freezing, oppressive aura exploded outward, coating the forest in a layer of sudden frost.
Temple First Floor
White Ice-Make Magic and pale green Ice-Make Magic violently collided, shattering into thousands of razor-sharp crystal fragments that rained across the stone floor.
Fueled by absolute conviction, Gray had successfully overpowered the Zero Emperor. He stood panting over his fallen senior brother, having narrowly won the bitter reunion.
“Heh… heh heh… do you hear that, Gray? That incredibly familiar roar…” Lyon lay bleeding on the cracked stone, a hideous, twisted smile stretching across his face. “No one can stop Deliora’s unsealing now!”
“My dream… the dream of finally surpassing Ur… will be realized through Deliora’s corpse! Hahaha! HAHAHAHA!”
His manic laughter echoed through the trembling ruins.
Gray’s face darkened. Suppressing the primal terror that Deliora’s roar instilled in him, he marched forward, grabbed Lyon by the collar of his white coat, and hauled him upward.
“After all this time, Lyon… do you even realize what you’ve done?”
Memories flashed through Gray’s mind. Training in the snow. Eating warm meals by the fire. Laughing together. The warm, fleeting time they had spent as a makeshift family of three.
Tears spilled over Gray’s eyelashes. “Unsealing Iced Shell means killing Ur!!”
Lyon didn’t fight the grip. His eyes were cold, hollow voids. “So what? I already knew the mechanics of Iced Shell.”
“And you have the nerve to lecture me about killing Ur? Wasn’t it you who ignored her warnings? Wasn’t it you who ran off to challenge Deliora and forced her to sacrifice herself?! It was your fault, Gray!!”
The words twisted like a serrated knife in Gray’s chest.
All the strength bled from his arms. He released Lyon and slumped to his knees on the cold stone. It was the truth. It was his lifelong guilt, a sin that no amount of blood or tears could ever wash away. Ur was dead, and he had never even gotten the chance to apologize.
“Watch closely, Gray. I will slaughter Deliora, and I will prove that my strength has completely surpassed our master!” Lyon sneered, staggering to his feet and turning toward the descending staircase.
“Even now, you still haven’t realized that you’re just a pathetic child who never moved on from his mother’s death. How sad.”
The calm, echoing voice made Lyon freeze.
He whipped his head toward the entrance. A tall figure stood bathed in the bright purple moonlight, his dark cloak billowing softly.
“What did you just say?!” Lyon hissed, his eyes turning venomous.
Chase stepped casually into the temple, walking right past the kneeling Gray to stop a few feet from Lyon.
“This entire ‘surpassing the master’ delusion is just a clumsy excuse. You miss Ur. Just like Gray does,” Chase stated, his tone devoid of pity. “Actually, judging by your little tantrum, you’re not even half the man Gray is. At least he accepted his mistakes and carries the weight of them.”
“I miss Ur?! What a joke!” Lyon snapped, his composure completely shattering. “All I want is to destroy the demon she couldn’t! That is the only way to prove my strength! That’s all!”
As if responding to his screaming, the temple violently quaked. Massive stone pillars fractured, sending chunks of the ceiling crashing down around them. Deliora’s demonic aura spiked drastically. The melting of the Iced Shell was in its final seconds.
“If that’s the case, why not just challenge Ur directly? Why go through all this theatrical trouble?” Chase asked dryly. He ignored the stunned look on Lyon’s face and glanced down at Gray. “And you. If you regret it so much, just look your master in the eye and apologize.”
“Chase… what the hell are you talking about?” Gray choked out, his fists trembling against the floor. “Ur… Ur is already dead…”
“Ur is dead? Sore wa dou kana (I wonder about that).”
A faint, confident smile tugged at the corner of Chase’s mouth. Under the bewildered stares of both Ice-Make Mages, he raised his fist and slammed it directly into the floor beneath his feet.
The stone, already heavily compromised from the battle, instantly caved in. The floor collapsed, sending all three of them plummeting into the massive, freezing cavern below.
In the center of the subterranean darkness, the colossal, nightmarish silhouette of the demon loomed. The ice encasing its body had entirely melted, turning into a rushing waterfall that drained into the earth, flowing out toward the sea.
“Gray?! And Chase?!”
Natsu’s surprised shout echoed through the cavern as the three men landed in the shallow water.
Across the cavern, a masked figure stood perched on a jagged rock pillar. Zalty—or rather, Ultear Milkovich in disguise—frowned beneath her mask, her eyes locking onto the newcomer.
‘I knew the Fire Dragon was a Fairy Tail Mage, but I didn’t expect him to be leading the charge,’Ultear thought, her heart skipping a beat. She recognized Chase immediately. She had just seen him at the Magic Council’s tribunal.’How lucky. If this monster had arrived down here first instead of the Fire Slayer, I wouldn’t have been able to salvage this in my current state…’After a brief moment of panic, Zalty’s posture relaxed. It didn’t matter anymore. Deliora’s Iced Shell was fully dissolved. Even an S-Class Mage couldn’t reverse the melting of time.’Perfect. I can use him to test the awakened Deliora’s true strength!’
But before Ultear could finish her thought, the man in the dark cloak did something that made her breath catch in her throat.
“Melting ice, a soul on the verge of fading away. By my name, with the card as my guide, descend once more in a perfect form!”
Chase held a Spell Card high above his head. A blinding, sacred radiance erupted from his body, weaving outward to paint a massive, impossibly complex magic formation across the cavern floor.
“My turn! Form Restoration, activate!”
He deliberately masked the true name of the card—Monster Reborn.
It wasn’t that he distrusted Natsu or Gray. It was simply that a spell governing absolute life and death was far too dangerous to announce to the world. A single misstep could draw the gaze of the forbidden God Ankhseram, the very deity who had cursed Zeref.
Before committing to resurrecting Ur, Chase had consulted his Dark Magician. Based on the data gathered when he used Monster Reborn during his clash with Ignia, the Dark Magician deduced a loophole: if the resurrection of a newly ‘deceased’ entity was completed in the exact window before their soul fully dissipated into the ether, Ankhseram’s curse would fail to trigger.
The blinding, holy light of the magic formation banished the cavern’s shadows, forcing Natsu, Gray, Lyon, and Ultear to shield their eyes.
In the very center of that brilliant, golden cross, the silhouette of a woman with cheerful, messy short hair slowly sat up, rubbing the back of her head with a groan.