Extra's Stories

Almost a month had passed, and Fate had done absolutely nothing but laze around like a salted fish.

This, of course, drove Erza and Mira insane.

For weeks, the two had been trying—and failing—to drag him along on jobs, yet he stubbornly refused every single one.

It wasn't like they weren't offering decent work either. Plenty of good-paying jobs came their way, and yet—he never accepted any.

Well…

Except for demon-related jobs.

Those, at least, piqued his interest.

The problem?

They were rare.

And when they did show up, they were usually A-Rank or S-Rank missions.

Highly dangerous. Highly deadly.

Sure, there were some B-Rank ones, but those were laughably weak, as those demons in the B-Rank ones usually die faster than he can dance.

So, until more jobs came along…

Fate had no intention of moving.

'Start'

Name: Fate Redgrave

Gender: Male

Story Point: 24038

Points: 12

Companion: Igneel(0), Scathach(4), Nobbu(5), Senji Muramasa(3)

Stats

Strength 198.1

Endurance 717.1

Agility 311.8

Perception 881.1

Magic Power 3807.8

Vitality 342.3

Looking at himself, Fate could tell his growth was progressing steadily.

Scathach's relentless training had sharpened his speed, endurance, and perception far beyond what they once were. Even now, he could feel the subtle improvements—his reflexes quicker, his stamina deeper, his instincts sharper.

Yet, despite this progress…

He sighed.

His dead fish eyes drifted toward the usual guild brawl erupting nearby.

Once, he might have jumped in without hesitation, enjoying the chaos and roughhousing with the others. But now?

It just wasn't fun anymore.

His battles against Heroic Spirits and his training under his mother had forced him to hold back far too much. If he fought seriously, even for a moment, he might accidentally kill someone.

And that would really kill the mood.

He absentmindedly browsed through his collection of Class Cards and powers, considering his options.

But really, there were none.

Medea?

He could spam magic blasts and wipe out the entire brawl in seconds. That wouldn't be fun.

Muramasa?

Yeah, no. If he got even a little carried away, he might accidentally activate Muramasa's Noble Phantasm and cut everyone clean in half.

Enkidu?

The chains that bind the gods. Using them on humans felt pointless… and honestly, a little sad.

Artoria?

Excalibur Morgan was fully unleashed. One casual swing would level the entire guild.

Ryougi Shiki?

Absolutely not.

Kriemhild?

Too unstable. The Berserker Card and [Madness Enhancement] were harder to control than Erza when Mira stole her strawberry cake.

Amakusa Shirou?

Fate frowned. Something felt off when using that card. Maybe it was the Holy Element that came with the Ruler Servant, but it left him with a sense of unease.

So really…

There wasn't a single good option.

Another sigh.

At this rate, he might as well go back to being a salted fish.

Sitting at the bar a few tables away, Makarov watched the white-haired boy slowly devolve into a salted fish.

The old master sighed.

He had been keeping an eye on Fate, wondering how long it would take before the boy finally gave in and took a job. But almost a month had passed, and Fate hadn't done a single job since.

And yet, somehow, he was still eating well.

Makarov sweatdropped, watching Erza spoon-feed the lazy whitehead like he was some pampered prince.

Fate had been mooching off Erza and Mira for the past several days, surviving entirely on their generosity.

Of course, what the guild didn't know was that outside the guild...

Sometime back...

Fate sat at his kitchen table, arms crossed, watching two very satisfied red and white heads devour his cooking with carefree expressions.

These two had been a problem.

After tasting his food more than once, Erza and Mira were unable to forget it.

At first, they tried dragging him on missions, thinking they could use it as an excuse to make him cook for them afterward. But there was one major issue.

Fate didn't take jobs.

Well, not unless demons were involved.

So, after weeks of failure, the two came up with a new strategy.

They just started following him home.

Every day.

When he was unable to escape, Fate had no choice but to cook for them before sending them on their way.

And of course…

They came back the next day.

And the day after that.

And the day after that.

Eventually, their chase through Magnolia in the evenings became a familiar sight to the townspeople.

Back to the present.

"Uhh, Big Brother."

A small, timid voice called out.

Fate lazily shifted his gaze, locking eyes with a blue-haired girl standing near his table. She was a few years younger than him, her big brown eyes filled with curiosity.

Levy McGarden.

A small girl who used [Solid Script Magic], a form of [Letter Magic] that bore some resemblance to his [Primordial Rune Magic].

The key difference?

[Solid Script Magic] allowed Levy to write words in the air, turning them into solid constructs based on their meaning.

Meanwhile, [Primordial Rune Magic] was entirely different. His runes weren't just constructs—they were ancient symbols of power. He could write them in thin air, on objects, or even on people, altering their very nature and enhancing their properties.

Fate arched a brow. "What is it, Blueberry?"

"It's Levy!" she huffed in annoyance.

"Sure, what do you need, Blue?" he teased, continuing with the nickname.

Levy sighed. She realized that arguing was pointless. Fate gave everyone nicknames, most of which made no sense to anyone but him.

Instead of wasting her breath, she got straight to the point.

"Can you teach me [Primordial Rune Magic]?"

Fate blinked. "Oh? Aren't you already using a similar kind of magic?" He rested his chin on his arms, watching her.

"I know, but there are differences." She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I saw the letters on your runes, and I can't find anything about them in my books. Big Brother, could you please tell me about them?"

Levy had always been a bookworm. A girl who loved knowledge, always searching for something new to learn.

Her choice of [Solid Script Magic] made sense—words had power, and that fascinated her. But the problem was... her magic had limits. It was versatile, but its potential isn't much.

Fate stayed silent for a moment, contemplating her request.

She was right. The runes he used weren't normal. They were ancient. Powerful. Words that predated most languages, magic from the Age of Gods, magic so old that even scholars had long since forgotten their meaning.

Most people couldn't grasp [Primordial Rune Magic].

Even if she wanted to learn, there was no guarantee she could.

After a few seconds, he finally made his choice.

"…Sure."

Levy's eyes widened in excitement.

Fate shrugged. He was bored and had nothing better to do. Whether she could actually learn it or not wasn't his problem.

After all, despite being part of Fairy Tail, Fate never truly felt like he belonged the way everyone else did.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before Fate knew it, five months had flown by in the blink of an eye.

With only a few demon-related jobs appearing now and then—most of them classified as S-Rank—Fate took whatever assignments he could find. Since Erza is now an S-Class Mage and she could bring him along for those S-Rank ones, Fate has to take B to an A-Rank job while she isn't around, or when he wants to go solo.

He took them alone, heading off without Mira or Erza.

Naturally, the two weren't happy about this. But Fate didn't care.

Using Enkidu Fate moved swiftly through the shadowed forest, his body a blur against the moonlit trees.

Suddenly—

A barrage of arrows rained down from behind.

Each one flew with precision, whistling through the air in a near straight line, homing in on his location.

Tsk.

Clicking his tongue, he sidestepped, twisting his body mid-air as an arrow grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line on his cheek before disappearing.

He landed on a thick tree branch, using it as cover before lashing out.

Enkidu's chains shot forward like golden vipers, tearing through the air toward the hidden demon lurking within the shadows.

But—

The demon moved.

With inhuman agility, it leaped to another branch, just in time to avoid the incoming chains.

The moment Enkidu struck, the tree exploded into a rain of splinters, the force of impact shaking the surrounding forest.

At the same time—

A second arrow shot toward Fate.

Too fast.

He barely had time to react. Twisting his wrist, he redirected Enkidu, commanding the chains to intercept.

CLANG!

The golden chains wrapped around the arrow mid-flight, crushing it before it could reach him.

Fate's blue eyes narrowed as he finally got a clear look at his target.

The demon stood atop a nearby tree, its black wings partially spread, revealing an ashen-skinned humanoid with glowing amber eyes. It clutched a demonic bow crackling with cursed energy, its string drawn back with yet another arrow.

"C'mon, is that the best you got?" Fate taunts, flexing his fingers and gesturing for the demon to come at him. 

The demon flare hardens, its voice a deep growl. "A mere human dares hunt us?"

Fate simply scoffed continuing with his taunt. "You aren't scared are you?"

The demon fired.

The cursed arrow screamed toward him.

But this time—

Fate didn't dodge.

His body glowed a vibrant green, and his power with the Heroic Spirit Enkidu became so insink, it resonated with the forest around him.

The trees answered his call.

A massive wall of vines and roots erupted from the ground, twisting together to form an impenetrable barrier.

The arrow vanished, swallowed whole by the rapidly growing vegetation.

The demon's eyes widened. "What—?!"

Fate grinned. "My turn."

With a snap of his fingers—

Enkidu surged forward.

The chains split apart, attacking from multiple angles, cutting off the demon's escape routes.

The demon dodged left.

Another chain lashed out.

It jumped right.

A second chain wrapped around its arm.

"Got you."

Fate clenched his fist, and Enkidu tightened like a vice, dragging the demon down from its perch.

CRASH!

It slammed into the dirt, coughing up black blood.

Fate landed beside it, his clothes turning back to normal, stepping forward leisurely.

The demon snarled, trying to rise, but—

The tip of a crimson spear was placed on its chest, the spear's existence alone was enough to make the demon feel fear.

Fate looks at it with an unamused look, staring into its amber eyes. "You lasted longer than I expected," he admitted. "But you were never going to win."

The demon gritted its teeth. "You think… this is over?"

Fate tilted his head. "Oh? Got a last trick?"

The demon smirked, blood dripping from its fangs. "You're not the only one who can call upon the forest."

Suddenly—

The shadows around them twisted.

The trees groaned. The ground trembled.

And a dozen more demons emerged from the darkness.

Upon closer inspection, Fate realized that these weren't actual demons.

Instead, they were curses—malicious spirits that had infected the trees, twisting them into monstrous shapes. Bark split apart to form jagged maws, roots coiled into grotesque limbs, and hollowed-out trunks glowed with eerie, malevolent light.

Fate scoffed.

A quiet whisper escaped his lips.

Gae Bolg

The crimson spear in his grip flared to life, an aura of pure bloodlust radiating from it.

In a blinding flash, Fate thrust forward.

The demon who cast this curse tried to retreat, but it barely made it a few steps before the barbed spear pierced clean through its chest, its tip emerging from the other side—impaling its still-beating heart.

The creature convulsed violently before falling limp, collapsing into a pool of thick, blackened blood. While the other curses disappear as the caster has been killed.

Gae Bolg: The Spear of Impaling Barbed Death.

Forged from the skull of Curruid, the Beast of Billows, this legendary spear was one of Scathach's finest creations. A perfect copy now resided within his Reality Marble, ready to be summoned at will.

Fate exhaled, watching as a small, glowing white orb drifted out from the demon's corpse.

Without hesitation, he reached out.

The moment his fingers grasped the light, its form shifted—molding and reshaping itself into something new.

A longbow materialized in his hand.

Its frame was composed of dark demonic metal, tinged with gray hues, while the black spike-like edges protruded menacingly from its limbs. The crimson-red bowstring pulsed with energy, almost as if it were alive.

Fate's eyes gleamed. A Devil Arm.

"…Hama-Yumi," he murmured, recognizing its name.

Drawing the bowstring, he felt the weight of its power.

To test it, he projected an iron sword into his free hand, then placed it against the bowstring.

As he pulled back—

The sword's shape began to shift, warping into a sleek, deadly arrow.

TWANG!

The arrow shot forward, slicing through the air like a comet before embedding itself deep into a distant tree.

Fate smirked. Not bad.

Moving swiftly through the forest, Fate loosed arrow after arrow, each one embedding itself into the trees.

THUNK!THUNK!THUNK!

The sharp sound of metal piercing wood echoed through the darkened forest.

Leaping mid-air, he conjured another arrow.

This time, he didn't release it immediately.

Instead—

He channeled magic into the projectile, watching as it glowed with a pulsating light.

Once the power was charged for four second—

The arrow shot forward, ripping through an entire tree, its force so immense that it soared straight into the night sky, vanishing like a shooting star.

Fate whistled, impressed. "This thing's fun."

Feeling bold, he nocked another arrow, charging it with even more magic.

But—

He miscalculated.

The arrow's form began to distort, its energy surging out of control.

BOOM!

The overloaded projectile detonated right in his face.

"Shit! Fuck!"

Fate hissed in pain, stumbling back as a burning sting spread across his left hand and cheek.

He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to focus—only to notice something wrong with his hand.

His breath hitched.

The skin on his palm… wasn't human.

The explosion had torn away the surface layer, revealing something beneath—a deep magenta hue, unnatural and almost metallic in its texture.

Fate stared.

A chill ran down his spine.

"…I'm a devil?" he muttered.

Of course, he already knew that.

He was Fate Redgrave—a half-demon, carrying the bloodline of Sparda.

Yet, seeing it firsthand like this…

It was different.

Reality sank in.

"…Right. I was always one."

He let out a mocking chuckle.

"A devil siding with humanity to kill its own kind. How amusing."

Shaking his head, he sighed.

The sting in his hand and face reminded him of his injuries. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a large roll of bandages.

As he began wrapping his damaged hand, he murmured under his breath—

"Guess I better not blow myself up next time."

After that fateful day in the forest, Fate decided to take a week off, choosing to camp in the wilderness instead of returning to Fairy Tail.

However, to his great surprise—or perhaps mild annoyance—Erza and Mirajane actually tracked him down and dragged him back to the guild.

Even after that, months passed in the blink of an eye.

And in all that time, Fate remained the same.

He never took a job unless it involved demons.

Makarov, watching from afar, could only let out a tired sigh.

'This boy… really doesn't want to change those visions, huh?'

Though the Guild Master never spoke of it outright, Fate knew Makarov had wanted to alter his future visions for sometime now.

But Fate didn't care.

A few years back, a boy named Mystogan had joined Fairy Tail—coincidentally not long after Fate had first vanished.

Makarov sighed again.

And so, like always, the old man let his bias win.

That was how Fate Redgrave ended up being forcefully dragged into this year's S-Class Trial.

The Guild Master was determined.

"He's a part of Fairy Tail now. He shouldn't act like an outsider."

That was what Makarov believed.

When the S-Class Trial finally arrived, Makarov stood at the guild, arms crossed, face darkened.

Fate was missing.

Again.

Frowning, he immediately ordered Erza and Mirajane to find and drag him out.

But—

No one could locate him.

So...

The trial began without him.

The selected participants boarded a ship, their figures slowly fading into the vast ocean horizon.

Somewhere, Fate stood at a distance, silently watching the ship disappear into the far sea.

Then—

He turned his back to the town and walked away.

He had no interest in Fairy Tail's game of strength.

He had already gotten involved in this world.

But that didn't mean he had to change its story.

"STUPID ONII-SAN!"

A furious voice rang out behind him.

Fate stopped.

He turned to find a very angry Levy McGarden glaring up at him, arms crossed, her small figure trembling with frustration.

Over the past few months, Levy had not only been learning [Primordial Rune Magic] from him, but he had also taught her survival skills.

Hunting. Skinning. Blood draining. Cooking. Corpse disposal.

She had learned how to make fire without magic, gather drinkable water, and set up proper shelter in the wild.

And like a sponge, she had absorbed everything he taught her.

Levy understood that not all missions were safe.

That some jobs could turn dangerous.

That in moments of crisis, she might have to rely on herself.

If food ran out, knowing how to hunt and recognize edible plants could mean survival.

Because of this—Levy grew to respect Fate deeply.

She saw him as an older brother.

Just as Lisanna and Elfman saw Mirajane as their big sister.

And Fate?

Well—

He didn't mind.

If anything, he found it amusing and accepted his role as her 'adopted' big brother.

It was better than lazing around aimlessly.

Now, however—his 'little sister' was furious at him.

"Why did you skip the S-Class Trial again?!" she demanded.

While everyone else was dying for a chance to participate, her stupid Onii-san just avoided it like the plague.

Fate smirked.

"Don't worry, Blueberry." His voice was calm, reassuring—but Levy knew his true intentions.

"There's always next year."

Levy's eye twitched.

"Do you mean 'there's always next year to skip it again'?!"

Fate chuckled, ruffling her hair.

"You really are my little sister," he teased.

Levy huffed, swatting his hand away.

"Erza and Mirajane are going to have your head when they get back, you know?" she warned.

Fate's smirk grew.

"If they want it—" His voice dropped into something dangerously confident.

"—then they'll have to take it."

Levy groaned.

Her brother was hopeless.

In a hidden facility somewhere on the continent of Ishgar, a group of scientists, clad in pristine white lab coats, stood gathered around a massive glass tank filled with a thick, glowing green liquid.

The low hum of machinery echoed through the sterile chamber, the cold fluorescence of overhead lights reflecting off the sleek metallic surfaces.

Inside the suspended tank, a figure floated motionlessly, wires and tubes embedded into its pale, scarred body.

The scientists watched in silence, scribbling notes onto their magical tablets, monitoring the vital signs displayed on an array of screens.

A sharp voice cut through the low murmurs.

"How is the subject reacting?"

One of the researchers turned, adjusting his glasses as he read the data.

"Not well," he admitted. "Subject 0A4's heart rate is dangerously slow. It can barely sustain itself without constant life support."

A heavy pause filled the room.

Then, the lead scientist sighed.

"I see… Then Subject 0A4 is a failure. Shut it down."

With the press of a button, the lights around the tank dimmed, and the steady beep of the heart monitor let out a final, chilling flatline.

The green liquid inside the tank slowly drained, revealing the lifeless, motionless body within.

A failed experiment.

A waste of resources.

As the staff continued recording their findings, the lead scientist turned away, his expression cold and detached.

"It seems we need stronger subjects if Project Superhuman is to succeed."

He glanced at one of the assistants.

"Contact our field operatives. Tell them to increase the number of test subjects. I don't care how they do it—just bring me something useful."

The assistant swallowed but nodded.