A sharp pain pierced Paragon's temples as he opened his eyes, lying on the cold cobblestones of a Magnolia alley. The smell of fresh bread and cheap beer floated in the air, mixed with the hubbub of a festive crowd. Blurry images flashed through his mind: a dragon breathing fire, a woman in armor, a blonde with golden keys. Fairy Tail? The name echoed like something out of a manga he had read years ago, but being here, in this world, made no sense.
"Limit Breaker System activated. Host identified: Paragon. Objective: unlock the potential of body and magic. Current status: Strength E / Speed E / Magic Unknown / Magic Control E-." A mechanical voice rang in his head, accompanied by a magical interface, like a lacrima projecting glowing runes. A line blinked: Reach your current physical limit to unlock Rank D.
"What is this… nonsense?" Paragon muttered, rubbing his forehead as he got up. He wasn't the panicking type, but waking up in a fictional world defied all logic. A dream? A simulation? He took a deep breath, deciding to analyze before acting. First, understand where I am. Then, this… strange "system."
The interface blinked again: Physical Barrier (Strength, Level 1) detected. Push your body to the extreme to break this limit and progress. Paragon frowned. Push my limits? I'm not even sure what I can do. He tested his strength by lifting a broken piece of wood in the alley. His muscles trembled—Strength E, barely better than an ordinary civilian. He tried to run a few steps, but his Speed E made him stumble. As for magic… nothing. Magic Unknown, Magic Control E-. Not surprising.
He advanced cautiously toward the center of Magnolia, where the Harvest Festival was in full swing. The streets teemed with life: stalls overflowing with sizzling skewers, children running with lanterns, and the Fairy Tail guild dominating the square with its pagoda-like roof. Paragon stopped in the shadow of an oak tree, observing the crowd. On a stage, Lucy Heartfilia was performing with her Celestial Spirits, summoning Taurus to the laughter of the audience. Erza Scarlet, in armor, watched over the crowd with imposing authority. Natsu Dragneel devoured a stack of meat, provoking Gray Fullbuster, who mocked him shirtless.
These are them. The mages of Fairy Tail. A knot formed in his stomach—a mix of disbelief and curiosity. I'm really in their world. Paragon clenched his fists, refusing to give in to emotion. I need to keep a clear head.
Suddenly, a flash tore across the sky, followed by a deafening roar. The guild doors burst open, and Laxus Dreyar entered, his black cape billowing in the wind. Three figures followed him—a green-haired man wielding a sword, another with floating dolls, and a woman with elegant glasses. Paragon recognized the Raijinshū. With a gesture, Laxus sent a bolt of lightning that obliterated a row of decorated tables for the Miss Fairy Tail contest. Screams erupted, and the woman with glasses—Evergreen—raised her hand, turning Lucy, Erza, and the other participants into stone statues.
"You call this a guild?" Laxus roared, a sneer on his lips. "A bunch of weaklings playing heroes!"
Paragon, still at a distance, watched the scene with an analytical gaze. The Battle of Fairy Tail arc—everything is unfolding exactly like in the manga. He noted Laxus's arrogant stance, the crackling lightning around him, and Natsu's boiling anger as he was already shouting insults. This guy is on another planet. I have nothing to do with this. The interface remained silent, providing no information about Laxus. No analysis, huh? Just me and my own limits.