Fairy Tail: My Magic is Yugi Muto's Deck

Chapter 99 Special Attack Magic Against Men

Chapter 99 Special Attack Magic Against Men

"What?!?!"

Natsu's utterly shocked shouts echoed throughout the entire camp, and even their tent reacted as if disturbed by the noise.

"Hey! You inside, be quiet! Do you want to be put in solitary confinement?!"

Shouts from the guards could be heard from outside.

Upon hearing this, Natsu inside finally calmed down.

Mister Gang's eyes lit up, drawn to the words "solitary confinement".

But then I thought, solitary confinement is contingent on making a huge fuss.

Hmm, let's forget about it.

"To be honest, we were really shocked when we first heard it," Macao said with a sigh.

Mr. Gang did not communicate with them at all; he only heard the information from the chairman during the centralized distribution period.

At the time, apart from Erza and Mira, the reactions of the others were not much worse than Natsu's.

It's not that they don't believe Mystergan is capable of wiping out all of Phantom Lord's branches, it's just that his role in the guild is too mysterious.

Even many long-time members felt the power of Mistgang so directly for the first time. "But after calming down and thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it."

Wakaba had a pipe in his mouth and a self-satisfied smile on his face.

"Love! After all, it's Mystergan!" Habi added.

Natsu was filled with excitement, and his desire to challenge Mystogan grew even stronger.

However, he ultimately suppressed this thought—West was right, fighting here would have very negative consequences.

When it comes to matters of principle for the guild, Natsu is actually quite rule-abiding.

"Hey Mystogan, are you hungry? How about I treat you to some firewood?"

Unable to complete the challenge, Natsu's eyes darted around, and a string of high-quality flames immediately appeared in his palm.

"Hey, are you an idiot? Mystogan isn't a Dragon Slayer Mage," Macao retorted.

"You're the idiot! You have to take off your veil to eat!" Natsu retorted without even thinking.

So they went there to see the true face of Mistgang!

"I see!" Macao suddenly realized.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve. You're really something, Natsu." Wakaba gave a thumbs up.

"Hey Mr. Gang, do you want some fish? It's not extra spicy!"

The action-oriented Harpy went even further, pulling out his treasured Karuna Island fish and handing it to Mystogan.

Her sparkling eyes were filled with anticipation.

This is considered a significant investment.

Mistergang: "..."

This whole operation left not only him speechless, but even Chase, who had just made himself a cup of tea, completely dumbfounded.

The idea is indeed quite good, and the thought process is very clear, but...

Putting aside whether Mistgang will reveal his true identity and eat fire and fish, you guys are openly discussing such conspiracies and schemes right in front of him.

Is it really okay to feed someone with adhesive tape?!

Seeing that Mystergan remained motionless, Happy and Natsu lowered their heads in disappointment.

"Heh, that man wouldn't reveal such a basic flaw."

"Naz Habib, you're all too young. When it really matters, you need the skills of adults!"

Macao and Wakaba exchanged a glance and immediately understood each other's intentions, then walked over confidently.

"Prepare yourself, Mystogan. Even knowing our purpose, this is a fatal blow you absolutely cannot resist!"

"Let's uncover the true identity of the most mysterious man in Fairy Tail!"

Sensing the confident aura emanating from the two, Mistgang frowned slightly, feeling a growing sense of pressure.

The main reason for not letting the two fall asleep immediately was to give Chase some face.

We have no choice but to give it to him; if this guy gets involved, the situation will definitely become even more complicated!

"Take this, Mystogan!"

After a brief moment of preparation, Macao and Wakaba shouted and attacked simultaneously, pulling out the secret weapons hidden on their backs.

"The hottest page in the 'Special Attack Magic Against Men: A Beautiful Girl's Photobook!!" x2

The atmosphere, which was so exciting just a moment ago, suddenly plummeted to freezing point for some reason.

It sounded like crows were flying by outside the tent.

Upon seeing the sexy woman before him, Mistgang's lips twitched involuntarily. He sat there blankly, feeling a little sorry for his earlier high level of preparedness.

"Huh? This is the killer move you two were talking about that Mistgang absolutely couldn't resist?"

Natsu, speaking for Mystogan, voiced his inner thoughts: "What's so interesting about this thing? It's even worse than Happy's fish!"

Seeing how confident Macao and Wakaba were, he had actually been looking forward to it.

Is that all?

I'd rather watch Lucy!

"What?! They're completely unmoved!"

The two parties involved looked incredulous, unable to accept such an outcome.

It's one thing for idiot Natsu and card-wielding Chase to be interested, but why isn't he even slightly interested in Mystogan?

This is a powerful move that can instantly expose a weakness even for the president of the Ten Saints!

"Hey! Mystogan, are you nearsighted? Look carefully, those legs, that waist, and those heavy...

Marcao pointed at the photo model, intending to explain the details, but his eyelids suddenly became incredibly heavy.

thump.

Before he could finish speaking, he and his buddy Wakaba fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Incidentally, the mist drifted by, extinguishing the still-burning pipe that had fallen onto Wakaba.

"Hahaha! Serves you right! Mystogan is angry!" Natsu laughed gleefully from the side.

Then, he collapsed to the ground.

Even Happy escaped unscathed, falling from mid-air with his eyes closed, landing precisely on Natsu's head.

Mystergan removed his hand from the wand, looked at Chess, and sighed softly, "I'm sorry, I'm really not used to such a noisy environment."

"It's alright, even if you don't make a move, I'm already preparing to use sleep magic."

Chess glanced at the three people and the cat who were fast asleep.

For the taciturn Mistgang, enduring this long is already quite a show of respect.

"You also know sleep magic?" Mystergan asked.

He had never heard of any cards with similar functions in Chase's magic.

"Physical sleep is still sleep, right?"

Chess chuckled and swung his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, before handing the brewed black tea to Mistergan. "Here, I've tasted it. It's not bad. It must be a special tea supplied to the Council."

"I see, I was so ignorant." Mistgang reached out and took the teacup, somewhat embarrassed.

For some reason, his movements seemed somewhat cautious, as if he were on guard against something.

If Chess and his friends become interested in his appearance, things will get quite complicated, and we have to be careful.

"Speaking of which, you're really something. I remember there are dozens of Ghost's branches, right?"

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As it turned out, he was overthinking it; Chase, who already knew the details, had no intention of "revealing the mystery" at all.

"Compared to you, who defeated Joseph of the Ten Saints, you are still far inferior." Mystergan breathed a sigh of relief.

"It wasn't entirely my own effort; it was mainly thanks to the old man and everyone in the guild backing me up." Chase was unusually modest.

But that's the truth.

If he were to encounter Joseph in a one-on-one duel in the wild, he would have to consider many more factors, and it would be impossible for him to fight so casually and enjoyably.

"Speaking of which, your magic seems to have become even stronger since the last time we met."

Mister Gang narrowed his eyes and carefully examined Chess.

"Hahaha, a mage must have a firm will and constantly fight against powerful enemies to seek breakthroughs and progress."

Chess chuckled and scratched his head. "That's what the president said."

"By the way, Mystogan, when—"

"Going to sleep now, goodnight."

Mystergan interrupted, put down his teacup, flipped himself onto the bed, pulled the blanket over his head and put his head on the pillow, and then casually cast a triple magic circle "Mirror Water" around him.

The entire sequence of movements was so fluid and seamless that Chase was given no chance to continue speaking.

"You bastard!"

Chess shook his head, not pressuring him.

After tossing Natsu and the others to their respective beds like picking up chicks, they turned off the lights and climbed into their own beds.