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"First, let's clear out the small fry!"
The towering, sky-blotting George extended one massive paw and swiped viciously at the town below.
His enormous feline claw swept across the entire central area of the simulated city. The mock buildings collapsed instantly, and the slightly weaker mages were flung out of the battlefield like rag dolls, landing in the spectator stands.
"Crocodile Hide—eliminated!"
"Boar's Fang—eliminated!"
"Mammoth's Trunk—eliminated!"
In that instant, the skies above the arena echoed with a cascade of announcements—George's single swipe had just wiped out over one-third of the competing mages.
"We can't let him keep attacking!"
Seeing George eliminate a third of the field with one move, Minerva snapped out of her shock and immediately called everyone to strike back.
If they didn't stop George now and he managed to take out more than half the participants, then his points would easily place him in first.
The Defense Minister's goal was to defeat George—ideally injuring him severely enough to knock him unconscious. But Minerva's goal was different: she wanted Sabertooth to win the tournament and earn the title of the strongest wizard guild.
In the eyes of guild mages, the royal family might hold some status—but only just. Unlike the general populace, they didn't view the monarchy as particularly sacred or authoritative.
Powerful mages had little need to pay the royal family any mind—and they often didn't even bother with the Magic Council. Just look at the Four Heavenly Kings.
In a world where individuals could overwhelm entire armies with their magic, it was impossible for ordinary people to maintain absolute rule.
As for why the Grand Magic Games were so popular, it wasn't because of the monarchy's prestige. Mages didn't compete to curry favor with royalty.
Rather, every magic guild wanted a chance to show off—to let the world see their strength. The royal family simply had the clout and resources to organize such an event, conveniently tapping into the competitive nature of the guilds.
That's why Minerva didn't fear the Defense Minister or the royal court. Their arrangement was purely transactional. If Sabertooth couldn't claim first place, then there was no point in continuing the deal.
"Don't forget—your people are still in my hands!"
Sensing that Jura and the others were hesitating and clearly holding back, Minerva snapped angrily, unleashing her magic as she barked at them.
Jura and his fellow guild leaders exchanged helpless glances. For the sake of their comrades' lives, they silently apologized to George and prepared to cast their strongest spells.
"Demon Eighteen Duel Gods Magic: Spatial Detonation!"
"Earth Magic: Tyrant Rock Shatter!"
"Power Fragrance: MAXMEN!"
"Sky Severing Form: Soar Unshaken!"
"Drunken Fist Magic: Under the Moon!"
The five guilds' strongest mages launched their ultimate spells toward George. The rest of the mages quickly followed suit, rallying behind their leaders and firing their magic at him in unison.
Even the mages who had narrowly escaped George's first strike now cast their magic skyward toward his massive form.
"The biggest flaw in power magic is that while it increases your size and strength, it also makes you a huge, easy target. Let's see how you dodge this!"
Minerva watched as countless spells converged on George and broke into a satisfied grin.
Giant Magic was indeed powerful—especially in the hands of someone like George, who had mastered it to an extraordinary level. The destructive force was overwhelming.
However, the magic had clear drawbacks. While it did drastically enhance one's defense when enlarged, the vulnerability couldn't be ignored.
In a one-on-one fight, this weakness didn't show. Even if hit, someone like George could endure it.
But in a many-against-one scenario, things became much trickier. No matter how strong your defenses, it was nearly impossible to withstand so many varied magical attacks all at once.
That's why using Giant Magic at a time like this was, in her eyes, a mistake.
"Hungarian Mirror World!"
Seeing so many spells raining down on him, George remained calm. With a transformation spell, he conjured two enormous mirrors out of thin air and activated a mirror magic technique he had learned and refined in the Magic Apprentice World.
He was fully aware of Giant Magic's weakness. If he were in his dragon form, he wouldn't fear such concentrated attacks. But in his cat form, his magic resistance was significantly lower, making it unwise to simply tank all the damage.
The flurry of spells hit the first mirror and immediately vanished. Then, almost instantly, they reemerged from the second mirror.
Quietly, George angled the second mirror toward the glittering golden palace not far from the arena.
The royal family had provoked him repeatedly. Now it was his turn to send a clear message: if they dared to cause trouble, they would have to bear the consequences. Otherwise, there would be more trouble next time—and the time after that. It was getting annoying.
So, he redirected all the spells attacking him straight to the palace. That way, even afterward, no one could fault him—after all, in the eyes of the spectators, it wasn't his magic attacking the palace, but the spells cast by the mages below. It was just an accident.
Only the royal family knew this was a warning from him.
Countless spells flew toward the palace. The guards, terrified, hastily activated the palace's magical defensive barrier.
But this was an onslaught from the kingdom's strongest mages combined. No mere barrier could withstand such an attack.
A sharp sound like shattering glass rang out. The palace's magical defense shattered, and under the lingering force of the spells, the entire palace crumbled into ruins.
Seeing the distant palace collapse, the king, princess, defense minister, and other royal dignitaries, along with the audience and the attacking mages, all stood dumbfounded.
"Roar of the Evil Cat!"
Seizing the moment, George opened his feline jaws wide and exhaled a powerful tri-colored flame toward the center of the arena below.
The raging flames instantly eliminated a large group of mages, teleporting them out of the competition. Only top-tier S-class and Saint Ten mages like Kagura and Jura remained.
By the current scores, Fairy Tail was now firmly in first place—unless George was defeated by those remaining below, the points would not change.
"Divide your attacks! Strike from different directions so he can't redirect his magic. We still have a chance!"
Minerva, watching the remaining elite mages around her, unwilling to give up, adjusted the strategy again, determined to defeat George and reclaim the points.
But just as she spoke, a chilling voice sounded in her ear:
"What chance do you still have?"
Looking up, she saw that the massive cat had vanished.
"Soul Projection! Mind Seizure! Psychic Control!"
George had canceled his Giant Magic and instantly teleported behind Minerva.
With his psychic powers and magic combined, he began scanning Minerva's memories, searching for the location of the other four guild members she had locked away.
(End of chapter)