Natsu!!
Makarov's face darkened. Not only was he worried about Natsu's condition, but also because Pipi had never struck with such lethal force before.
Even now, he still clung to a shred of hope for Pipi—that he would awaken, recognize his mistakes, and return to them.
"Gramps, what are you doing? That's Natsu!!" Gray roared, utterly disbelieving.
"Fairy Tail... do not interfere. Otherwise..."
Pipi didn't even bother to turn his head. His cold words carried a killing intent that made the entire world tremble.
"I'll kill you."
Gray staggered back a step, his eyes wide in terror from Pipi's unfeeling tone.
"So it was all you! You were the one orchestrating this! You've been consciously devouring this world from the very beginning!" Dorachion lowered his head, suppressing his rage as his teeth ground together. He spat the words out one by one.
"Yes. And what of it?" The horned Pipi answered indifferently. He ignored the Nine, focusing instead on sensing his true body—his main body. He needed to draw power back into himself.
"So many people... so many families... so many lives!!!" Dorachion's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. His voice shook, filled with despair and fury. Magical energy surged wildly from his body, shimmering like starlight.
He snapped his head up, his eyes bloodshot with wrath as he charged toward Pipi.
"You don't even feel the slightest shred of remorse?!"
"Scram."
A single palm strike swatted Dorachion aside. Even without his Wish-Manifestation ability, did they truly think he was weak?
Laughable.
The majority of this world's magic belonged to him alone. He held absolute control.
Magical lifeforms were nothing more than bacteria upon Pipi's true body. And humans? Humans were less than bacteria—foreign objects waiting to be purged.
"—Shatter Evil, Reveal Justice—!"
The spell name wasn't even fully spoken before Gildarts found himself staring into Pipi's merciless gaze. He had no time to react—blasted dozens of miles away, smashing through an entire crystalline mountain.
"That's why I hate those who place their hopes in others. You always change your minds—for countless reasons. In the past, it was so. And in the future, it will be the same."
Memories surfaced—of the time Fairy Tail had forgotten him. Rage burned within the horned Pipi, and the magic of the world rioted in response. A tidal wave of energy, vast enough to connect heaven and earth, surged toward the remaining six.
The six mages had already abandoned any illusions of peace when Pipi chose to strike again. They each unleashed their Ancient Human Magical Armaments to resist.
Mira transformed into a Demon God, wielding the power of "Fear." From deep within her body emerged a force akin to a Cursed Law—a power outside the realm of magic, one barely influenced by Pipi's dominance. She launched it in full force.
But suddenly, the mark on her arm twisted into a space bubble, engulfing her. Her unstoppable attack reflected within it—slamming into herself.
BOOM!
The confined space erupted violently. Mira was ravaged by the storm of energy, her body tossed like a rag doll, left broken and near death.
Makarov's "Eternity" was severed from the world's magic. With no supply, it quickly disintegrated into ash. His soul was trapped within an illusory paradise—living out the final years of an ordinary elder, surrounded by imagined family, until death claimed him.
Gray's Magical Armament suffered the same fate. Rejected by external magic yet pushed beyond its limits, it collapsed. His body was flash-frozen in temperatures below negative two hundred degrees, locked in ice.
Erza, Gajeel, and Lili met similar ends. Their armaments crumbled, and a colossal golden blade severed all their "sharpness" and "edge." Now, stripped of their strength, they huddled together, trembling, unable to take a step forward.
"Hmph."
The horned Pipi sneered. To him, sparing their lives was already mercy.
He turned his full attention to his true goal—reconnecting with his main body.
It wasn't his true self that had lost power, only this fragment. As long as he could re-link, he would instantly regain his full strength—and then hunt down the thief who had stolen from him.
But this was no easy feat.
Synchronizing with his true body was far more difficult than manipulating magic. After all, most of the world's magic was either transformed from Pipi's body or directly created by him. Those were easy to control, with built-in backdoors.
But connecting to the true body... required colossal computational power.
"In this state, I'll need vast calculation capacity to sync with the main body," Pipi muttered, analyzing his situation. Without Wish-Manifestation, he had to manually align every single neuron, one by one.
There could be no mistakes. One slip would undo everything.
He needed a computational system surpassing even the maximum throughput of magical conduits.
"I'll construct a thermal computer."
Taking a deep breath, the horned Pipi made his decision. Hot and cold points would serve as binary zero and one. Airflow would act as a current, carrying signals.
With the right mathematical model, the weather changes would serve as the data output.
And he had just the model.
Under his command, a colossal thermal computer was assembled—spanning millions of square kilometers, nearly the size of a continent.
To shield it from external interference, he ordered the remaining magical lifeforms to erect a barrier, stabilizing the system.
A terrifying curtain of power fell upon the world. Magic itself, influenced by his will, began absorbing and releasing heat.
The machine stirred.
Countless hot and cold points spread across spacetime, triggering orderly patterns of airflow.
The entire continent's climate warped.
Scorching deserts were buried under blizzards unseen for millennia, white snow freezing the land solid.
Arid plateaus drowned in torrential floods, wiping out fragile ecosystems—beasts and humans alike rendered powerless before nature's wrath.
Floating islands above the forests were shredded into fragments by apocalyptic sandstorms.
And this... was only the tip of the iceberg. Greater disasters brewed unseen.
The supercomputer roared to full power. Pipi's target became clearer. His true body's image sharpened. Slowly, steadily, the two began to merge.
And just as fusion was about to complete—
CRACK!
Everything stopped.
From his omnipotent height came a sudden fall. Fury twisted the horned Pipi's expression as he turned toward the source.
A column of fire speared through the heavens, piercing sky and earth. Its force shattered calculations, severing his connection to the main body.
The synchronization failed.
"Natsu—you dare court death?!"
Beneath the inferno stood a pink-haired youth, half his body already draconified. Dark, ominous flames wrapped his form, exuding a soul-searing power that scorched the air.
His face was expressionless. The crimson fire was laced with strands of black, tainting the blaze until even the sky itself darkened.
"Demonization and Dragonification... You think that alone will let you overturn me?" Pipi's eyes narrowed in surprise. He hadn't expected Natsu to seize this power at such a moment.
"I will defeat you."
Natsu's eyes hardened, voice sharp with resolve. The fire pillar collapsed into his body, sealed perfectly without a trace.
BOOM!
The air exploded.
In the blink of an eye, Natsu vanished.
CRASH!!!
The collision rocked the land. The ground shattered in layers, spreading for miles. At the epicenter, a vast crater gaped. Shockwaves piled upon shockwaves, tearing through the horizon.
Material was hurled skyward, escaping gravity. The very earth liquefied into molten lava.
At the heart of it, the horned Pipi grinned, his hands blocking Natsu's full-force strike.
"You're still not enough!!