Chapter 291 – The Five Dragon Gods (Part Three)

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According to Makarov's description, George knew that Gildarts used an advanced magic known as Crush, a super-tier spell.

It allowed the caster to instantly shatter the molecular bonds of any material they touched, reducing it to fragments. When used on living beings, the effect could be adjusted according to the caster's will—turning the target into dust on the spot or breaking them into countless smaller replicas.

Its power was overwhelming.

Because Gildarts unconsciously damaged nearby buildings with his Crush Magic, and due to his carefree nature, he often caused accidental destruction throughout Magnolia whenever he returned.

As a result, every time he came back, the town would switch its streets into "Gildarts Mode."

Now, the man fighting the black dragon atop the hill matched Makarov's description perfectly—age, appearance, magical power, and magic type all aligned. The arrow from the tracking charm was also pointing directly at him.

There was no doubt. This was the Gildarts he had been searching for.

"What?!"

However, the scene that followed left George so stunned his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

During the Grand Magic Games, it had been George who had shocked everyone. But now, it was his turn to have his jaw drop from sheer disbelief.

Despite Gildarts' immense power—George could feel how formidable that punch had been—it had no effect on the black dragon whatsoever.

Instead, with a single swipe of its claw, the black dragon severed Gildarts' left arm and leg.

"Human, you're somewhat strong, at least enough to stave off my boredom. Out of mercy, I won't kill you this time."

The black dragon let out a series of thunderous roars toward the severely wounded Gildarts, but didn't pursue him further. It turned with a beat of its wings and flew away.

It had originally come here in search of a few escaped dragons, but those dragons were exceptionally skilled at hiding and had eluded capture thus far. Encountering a human with decent strength had provided a bit of amusement and slightly improved its mood.

Now, it planned to return to its lair beneath the sea for some rest. Once it awoke, it would resume its hunt. It was determined to kill every dragon in this world.

"If all the dragons in this world are this powerful, how could they have gone extinct? And how could they have been slain and turned into Dragon Crystals? There's definitely a hidden truth I don't know about."

Seeing the black dragon leave, George accelerated toward Gildarts, picking up his severed arm and leg. He quickly reattached them to the correct places, then cast a healing spell.

"Restore to Original!"

The healing magic from the Harry Potter world was potent. While it couldn't regenerate lost limbs, reattaching severed ones wasn't particularly difficult.

Actually, regrowing limbs wasn't entirely impossible either. As long as the amputation wasn't caused by dark magic—like in Moody's case—high-level potions combined with healing spells could regrow lost parts.

"Healing magic? Happy, when did you learn this Lost Magic? And wasn't your fur blue before?"

Gildarts, now with his limbs reattached, looked at George, who bore the Fairy Tail guild emblem on his back, with a surprised expression.

George dispelled his magic and replied:

"You must be Gildarts. I'm not Happy. My name is George. I joined Fairy Tail about a year ago."

"Try moving your arm and leg. See if anything feels off."

"No issues at all—it's like I was never injured. Thank you, George!"

Gildarts studied George closely. Though George looked similar to Happy, there were clear differences in appearance, especially in his eyes and overall demeanor.

"By the way, why are you here on the Northern Continent? Did something happen to the guild? Did the Master send you to find me?"

"No, nothing like that. I came here for the same reason as you—to take on the 100-Year Quest."

George shook his head.

"What exactly is your situation? Was that black dragon just now the target of the 100-Year Quest?"

"You… the 100-Year Quest? The Master approved that?"

Hearing George's words, Gildarts froze.

Because of his assumption that George was Happy, Gildarts believed their strength to be about the same—except George could use a Lost Healing Magic.

But given the extreme danger of the 100-Year Quest, only wizards ranked S-Class and above were even qualified to attempt it.

That's why he was a bit skeptical.

He suspected that George might have taken on the quest secretly, without receiving approval from the Guild Master.

"Don't worry, the Master gave me permission. And don't underestimate me—my strength is nothing to scoff at."

George pulled out a coin and, with a flick of his hand, fired a Railgun at a nearby hill. Instantly, the hill was blasted open, leaving a massive crater.

Only then did Gildarts believe George had truly received the Master's approval to take on the 100-Year Quest.

Scratching his head somewhat awkwardly, he said, "The 100-Year Quest is indeed related to dragons, but that black dragon wasn't my mission target. I ran into it by chance today. My real targets are five other dragons."

"They're known as the Five Dragon Gods. They came to the Northern Continent several centuries ago and have been wreaking havoc ever since. The goal of the 100-Year Quest is to find and either seal or kill them."

"But I've spent the last three years scouring this continent and haven't found a single trace of them."

"If those five dragons are as powerful as the black one we just saw, I think we should abandon the quest and head back to the guild."

When the Magic Dragon Guild's master, Elefseria, issued the 100-Year Quest, he only specified the mission objective. He didn't provide any information about the whereabouts of the five dragons.

And for some unknown reason, the Five Dragon Gods had gone into hiding in recent years.

So, for three years, Gildarts had wandered through various cities across the Northern Continent, seeking any clue about the dragons—but had come up completely empty-handed.

Of course, this also had to do with his rather scatterbrained nature. He often lost his way, and most of his time had been spent wandering in forests and mountains in circles.

Today, for instance, he had gotten lost in this very mountain range and accidentally ran into the black dragon, only to be toyed with and beaten to a pulp.

Had George not appeared, he would have been left severely disabled, his future dependent on magical prosthetics for both daily life and battle.

He was sincerely grateful.

"There must be differences in strength among dragons, just like there are among humans. That black dragon was likely one of the stronger ones of its kind."

George thought of God Serena, the strongest of the Four Heavenly Kings of the East Continent, who had eight Dragon Crystals embedded in his body. If all dragons were as powerful as the black one today, he couldn't imagine Serena managing to kill eight of them.

And then there was Laxus's Dragon Crystal, which Ivan had bought from the Northern Continent. That proved there were mages capable of killing dragons in the North.

So George speculated that while the dragons in this world were indeed powerful, they varied in strength—just like human mages.

"I plan to head to the Magic Dragon Guild to speak with the Guild Master there and gather more detailed intel about the dragons. Then I'll decide whether or not to proceed with the quest. If you're planning to give up, you can return to the guild first."

Now that he had obtained all the available information about the 100-Year Quest from Gildarts, George wasn't planning to give up just yet.

The stronger the dragons in this world were, the greater the potential of the Dragon Crystals formed from them. This might not be a bad thing at all.

(End of Chapter)