The ground trembled.
Not from fear.
From the synchronized, earth-shaking steps of the Zombie Titans monstrous, armored abominations towering over the ruined city, their cracked bone-plated bodies absorbing explosions like rain on stone. They advanced, slow but inevitable, like walking mountains with rotting flesh.
And the clones?
They weren't afraid.
They were laughing.
"Commence Attack!" the lead clone barked.
Dozens of portals flared into existence above, beside, in front of the Titans. From each, a storm of magic erupted:
SOLID SCRIPT: [FIRE – TORCH]
SOLID SCRIPT: [WIND – SLASH]
SOLID SCRIPT: [STONE – SPIKE]
SOLID SCRIPT: [LIGHTNING – CHAIN].
SOLID SCRIPT: [FIRE – WIDE BURST!]
SOLID SCRIPT: [STONE – SHATTER BOMB]
SOLID SCRIPT: [WIND – PRESSURE CUT]!
The battlefield lit up like a fireworks show from hell.
Hundreds of clones unleashed spells in perfect coordination, the air glowing with thousands of luminous Words. Magic thundered into the advancing titans, lighting up the wasteland with a cascade of flames, explosions, and cutting winds.
The first titan roared as half its face dissolved under the assault, staggering backward, its enormous frame toppling into the ruins of a skyscraper. The impact shook the ground. Dust clouds rose. Another titan caught the falling giant and shoved it forward again like nothing had happened.
"Keep firing!"
The clones responded instantly. Spell after spell slammed into the titans, until one, larger than the rest, lifted its colossal fist and...
BOOM!
It punched.
Not at the ground. Not at the clones.
But through a portal.
A massive, armored fist shot through the rift from the other side and slammed into the clone holding it.
the surronding clones screamed in shock as the portal, positioned overhead for bombardment, suddenly distorted. The massive fist burst through the shimmering blue circle, smashing downward. The portal dissipated under the the death of the clone who opened it
The portal collapsed.
But as it did…
The Titan's arm, still halfway through the rift, was severed.
The limb fell to the ground on the clones' side, twitching, fingers still curling.
Silence.
Then realization.
"…We didn't think of that," one clone muttered.
"isn't this true damage," another whispered. "You don't need to kill them by spamming Spells. You just… open and close."
After all Space Magic in one way is kinda Like true Damage effect.
Dozens of eyes turned toward the fallen arm, still twitching, its jagged flesh sizzling where the portal had closed.
The second leader's grin spread slow and sharp. "Brothers… Use Portals!."
Instantly, the air vibrated with excitement. Clones began shouting, chanting, testing, their eyes burning with possibility.
"One-shot. One-kill."
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The lead clone turned to the science team. "Try it. Put a portal over its head. Drop it down. Decapitate it."
One clone snapped his fingers, summoning a portal directly above a titan's skull. He gritted his teeth and tried to force it downward, imagining the circle slicing through like a guillotine.
Nothing. The portal remained static, unmoving.
"Not working!"
Another clone attempted a different method, dragging at the edge of the portal from his side with all his willpower. Still nothing.
Then, the titan noticed.
Its throat bulged grotesquely, and with a wet retch, it spewed a torrent of acid upwards.
"CLOSE IT!"
The portal snapped shut instantly, narrowly avoiding a green tide that would have dissolved the caster.
The army frowned collectively.
"It won't move."
"It's static… ."
"We need a breakthrough."
The scientist clones stepped forward. Their eyes gleamed with obsession.
"Leave it to us."
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They huddled together, running trial after trial. One clone poured mana endlessly into his portal, but it only flickered and grew unstable. Another attempted to physically push the rift with both hands ridiculous, but worth trying. Nothing.
Then, one stubborn scientist clone simply refused to give up. He funneled mana steadily, and as he did, he focused his will, commanding the portal to shift. At first, it resisted. But then
The circle twitched.
Just an inch.
But it moved.
The science clone's eyes lit up. "It's not the mana. It's the intent. The portal responds to directed will, but only when fueled by mana."
The other scientist clones whipped their heads around. "What?!"
Again, he focused, infusing more mana, this time dragging it with his mind. The portal slid an inch. Then two. Then fully shifted to the left.
The army gasped collectively.
Status screens flickered open across their vision.
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Tier: 5
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talent: Portal Creartion
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Type: Active
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Amount of Use: 1
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Description: Allows the user the ability to create portals to another location either through memory or coordinates
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Effect:
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Portal Creation (active):
Creating a portal to another location the portal size derminates the consumption of the Portal
Each meter travel distance will require:
Mana: Distance (M)
1:1 pers Minute
Example: 3 meter portal will require 300*2 mana entry and exit
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Mobile Portal Creation (Active):By infusing mana and intent into the portal, it becomes movable. Movement speed and distance require additional mana consumption.
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Note 1: This is an innate Talent and Cannot be leveled, but scales with user growth.
Note 2: Portal are temperory.
Note 3: Train your Talent to unlock more Effects
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The scientist clone's grin nearly split his face. "Brothers. We've just evolved a Talent."
The army erupted. Cheers. Laughter. Applause.
The science clone summoned another clone to share all experiance with the others.
The clone stepped Forward with a salute (￣^￣ )ゞ … and dissipated.
The knowledge transferred.
Every clone now knew: thier Portals can move.
The lead clone roared with laughter. "I always believed in you, Brothers let's go!"
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"You guys know the drill!" the lead clone shouted.
"YES!" the army answered.
Portals shimmered into existence across the battlefield. This time, they didn't remain static. They drifted. They glided
Some hovered above the Titans' heads, slowly descending like guillotines.
Others opened at a slant, slicing through torsos, severing legs, splitting bodies in half.
One Titan tried to vomit acid but a portal opened in front of its mouth. The acid sprayed into the void… and stopped.
Another tried to charge but a portal opened under its feet. The ground vanished. It fell through and the portal closed mid-fall.
SPLAT.
The battlefield became a meat grinder of spatial anomalies.
No more spells.
No more explosions.
Just portals.
"ONE SHOT! ONE KILL!" the clones roared.
The Zombie Titans, once unstoppable, were now toys.
Even the titans' massive resilience couldn't stand against this new weapon. Flesh was irrelevant. Armor meaningless. Portals carved through them like hot knives through butter.
The only reason such tactic was working is becuase they were dealing with brainless type enemy.
The lead clone stood atop a ruined building, watching the slaughter.
He looked at the Flesh Mountain in the distance.
And he smiled.
A slow, creepy smile was on each clones face
For a moment, every clone could have sworn they saw it shiver.
The second leader stared, lips curling into a sinister smile.
"Brothers. Never surrender. Not today. Not ever. This mountain belongs to us."
The army howled in unison, their voices echoing through the dead city, shaking the sky itself.
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Meanwhile, back in Magnolia…
The sun was high when Erza finally returned to the guild, Lucky slumped over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Put me down," Lucky groaned. "I can walk."
"You were about to fall asleep on a rock," Erza said, dropping him gently by the entrance.
Lucky stumbled into the guild , still sore from her morning "warm-up." His shirt clung with sweat, his legs felt like jelly, and yet somehow he was alive. Barely.
The guild hall erupted in chatter the moment he walked in.
"Oi, Lucky, you alright?" Wakaba puffed smoke from his pipe."You look like you were deeply injured, kid," Macao added.
"I'm fine," Lucky muttered, forcing a smile. "Totally fine. Thanks for asking."
He spotted Makarov perched on the bar, sipping his mug. The old man raised a brow as Lucky approached.
Before he could say anything, Makarov with a stern look. "No missions for you. Not until your body's recovered."
"Master," Lucky said. "I wasn't here for a mission."
"Oh?" Makarov's brow furrowed.
"I want to open a shop."
Silence fell. Around them, guild members tilted their heads, listening.
"…A shop?" Makarov asked slowly. "What kind of shop?"
Lucky grinned, pulling a bundle of odd gadgets from his pocket dimension. Miniature tools, enchanted trinkets, weird little devices that whirred and clicked. "These."
He pulled out:
A self-stirring spoon.
A portable heat stone.
A water purifier orb.
A miniature flashlight orb.
A self-repairing tent.
Makarov studied them with interest. "seems... Useful. And you'd sell them to the guild?"
"Exactly."
The old man's lips curled into a sly grin. "Heheheh… of course, of course. But… you'll need to pay a tax."
Lucky's eyes narrowed. "How much?"
Makarov "20%."
Lucky "5%."
Makarov "15%."
Lucky "7.5%."
Makarov "10%."
Lucky "Deal."
Makarov froze. "Dea … Wait."
Lucky smirked. The guild master chuckled, realizing he'd been outmaneuvered, but also pleased. After all, even ten percent from Lucky's schemes meant steady passive income.
"What's it called?" Makarov asked.
"Lucky's Roulette."
Makarov leaned back, stroking his mustache. "Roulette…You're going to cheat us all, aren't you?"
"No....." (¬_¬)
But Lucky and Makarov were already laughing like villains.
Makarov Asked "Do you need help building it? "
Lucky held up a card.
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Advanced roultte wheel
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Tier: 3
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Type: Item
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Use: 10
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Effect: Once activated, this item can give the host a roulte and the choice of the items the host can also manipulate the rarity of the item. Items can be held in a protable space within the roultte.
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Limit: just have enough items
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Lucky was also not afraid of someone stealing after all he only allow permission for Fairy tail members to use the roulette and the rewards not anyone else
Then He slammed it into the ground.
A massive, glowing wheel erupted gold, red, purple, blue, green, and white sections spinning with divine light.
Lucky stood Climbed on top of the table and shouted to get everyone's attention.
"Introducing… Luck Roulette! IS NOW OPEN"
Lucky announced. "Spend 2,000 Jewels, spin the wheel, and win a prize!"
The guild erupted.
"WHAT?! 2,000 JEWELS?!" Gray shouted.
"That's robbery!" macco yelled.
Lucky smiled. "But here's the catch: Every 100 spins, you get a guaranteed a somewhat useful item. Every 1,000, a very useful item."
Makarov stood up, laughing. "And it all depends on luck."
Lucky nodded. "So who's first?"
Silence.
Then Cana raised her hand.
"I'M IN!"
She slapped down 2,000 Jewels.
The wheel spun.
CLICK.
A self-heating blanket.
Cana stared at the card in her hand and after reading the discription.
"WORTH IT!"
gray growled. "I'll win big!"
He spun.
CLICK.
A glow-in-the-dark spoon.
"THIS IS A SCAM!"
The guild howled with laughter.
Some wanted to try there lluck.
Some cheered.
All were played.
Makarov wiped a tear. 'From this day forward… Fairy Tail will both cry and laugh.'
Lucky grinned.
'Let the scam begin.'
And Lucky and Makarov looked at each other they were already laughing like villains at the center of it.