Fairy Tail: Evolution Start From The Black Dragon

After leaving the manor, Laxus immediately went to take care of some business.

He headed to Oak Town, where the "Phantom Lord" Guild was headquartered.

"Where's Jose?"

"Who dares to call our master by his name?"

The speaker was instantly struck by a crimson bolt of lightning, his entire body charred as he collapsed onto the ground.

"The scarred right eye, the golden hair…"

"He's Laxus!"

"The grandson of Makarov, one of the Ten Wizard Saints!"

Boom!

A half-dome of crimson lightning engulfed the speaker.

"Let's get him!"

"He's just one man!"

Laxus punched the cobblestone ground, causing it to tremble, then crack, as violent lightning surged through the ground and exploded among the mages!

Screams filled the air as dozens of mages were flung in all directions like fish in a pond struck by an explosion. In the billowing smoke and dust, a tall figure clad in a coat emerged...

At that moment, surrounded by crackling crimson lightning, Laxus looked like a demon to them.

"I'll ask one more time: where is Jose?"

Jose eventually appeared, confronting Laxus, who had dealt with the guild's lackeys, and challenging him.

One was Jose Porla, nearly forty and a new member of the Ten Wizard Saints; the other was Laxus, the recently famous 18-year-old grandson of Ten Wizard Saint Makarov.

Nobody thought Laxus stood a chance, seeing this as a death wish.

Jose, who harbored a deep-seated grudge against Fairy Tail due to the old rivalry between the guilds, was especially aggravated by Fairy Tail's growing reputation. All he heard lately were names like Thunder God, Fairy Queen, and Fire Dragon.

So, seeing a chance to crush Fairy Tail and Makarov's spirit, he gladly accepted the challenge.

But the result stunned everyone.

With his Dragon Slayer magic, Laxus summoned a crimson thunder dragon that dyed Oak Town's sky red. Jose threw everything he had at the storm but couldn't regain control of the weather.

Even Jose's teleportation was no match for Laxus, who transformed into lightning to keep pace with him.

Dark Shots, Phantom Arrows, and Dark Waves struck Laxus's dragon-scale armor without even causing discomfort.

In the end, an enraged Jose unleashed his most powerful spell. Gathering a massive amount of dark energy between his hands, he launched an intense Death Storm!

Facing a destructive dark torrent that ripped through the earth and shook the atmosphere, Laxus didn't flinch. He stepped back with his right foot, rooted his stance, and threw a punch!

"Crimson Thunder Dragon's Devastation Fist!"

A crimson thunder dragon in the form of a raging stream pierced through the Death Storm without hesitation, breaking it apart as if the attack was nothing. Jose was struck by the devastating punch and sent flying back into his guild hall.

The crimson thunderstorm exploded within the guild—

BOOM

In the aftermath, the guild building crumbled from top to bottom, creating a spectacular sight.

But even more significant was the young, 18-year-old Laxus, who had effortlessly crushed Jose, a newly appointed member of the Ten Wizard Saints!

After a long silence, one of the bystanders swallowed hard and muttered, "Is that… really Laxus?"

"Yes... the image matches the photos from Sorcerer's Weekly…"

At this moment, nobody referred to him as merely Makarov's grandson. Everyone who witnessed this knew one thing—Laxus had surpassed his mentor.

"With just that much strength, you dare boast," Laxus said, throwing down these words before turning away.

"How terrifying…"

"More importantly… we need to check on our master!"

"Could he have been blown to pieces?"

Fortunately, Jose was only seriously injured and would be bedridden for a month or two.

Laxus wasn't reckless. He knew he couldn't just kill Jose outright; technically, they had no personal feud, and there was a treaty of non-aggression between guilds.

Though Laxus had beaten Jose to a pulp, he challenged him as an equal, not as a bully. As long as he made an excuse about just gaining new power and losing control, nothing would come of it.

Laxus's crushing defeat of Jose shook the entire magic community of Ishgar like an earthquake.

…

[Gained 260,000 experience points.]

A considerable amount of experience points caught Aegon off guard.

[Laxus defeated "Ten Wizard Saint" Jose Porla, gaining 520,000 / 2 = 260,000 experience points.]

Laxus's earned experience was halved, so Aegon only received 260,000 points.

Aegon had figured out that experience could be earned repeatedly, but it required the opponent's magic power to increase each time.

Like Selene and Irene; now, whenever they played billiards with Aegon, the experience points had increased from the initial 50,000 to 52,000 per game after two upgrades.

"What's wrong?" Mira's voice was slightly muffled.

"It's nothing; keep going," he said, gently running his fingers through her silver hair, his gaze drifting back to the interface.

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Meanwhile with Mira.

"Umm..."

Mira hummed softly, lowering her head back to his lap, where she continued working on him with careful attention.

She began by licking along the underside, tracing slowly from the tip to the base, before making her way back up and repeating the same movement on the opposite side.

In this way, she found a steady rhythm, concentrating on this spot for a while. At least half a minute passed, during which she remained focused on the very tip of Aegon's manhood, maintaining an even pace and building up anticipation.

Her grip around the shaft tightened, increasing the sensation for him.

With a quiet, "Gulp..." Mira took him all the way into her mouth, swallowing deeply as she paused to adjust.

Breathing in slowly, she murmured, "Uh-huh... Ahh..." before briefly gagging. Though she coughed, she didn't pull back, pressing her nose against his pelvis as she caught her breath, then started moving again, this time working her throat muscles more deliberately.

Each time, she took him a little deeper, her efforts bringing her closer to taking all of him. Though she couldn't fully manage it, her steady, gentle bobbing, along with the warmth of her saliva, created a powerful sensation. "Slurp... Slurp..."

Deep, wet sounds came from her throat each time she pulled back.

Then, as if on cue, she began moving faster, pressing herself against him before drawing back again, maintaining a quicker rhythm. The sound was almost like water swirling down a drain, or at least, that was the comparison that came to Aegon's mind.

Soon, a slick noise filled the space as she continued with her pace.

Aegon felt his body respond, and a warm bead of pre-cum began to ooze out unexpectedly.

An intense rush brought him to the edge of climax, hot seaman bursting forth from his swollen member with incredible force.

Warmth flooded Mira's throat and nostrils, as she tried to swallow it all, but some splashed across her face, just missing her eyes.

"Hah! Haaahhh... Ha ha..."

Gasping for air, she straightened up, slightly leaning forward as she caught her breath. She shivered slightly, more from the cool sensation than excitement.

His manhood rested on her face, brushing against her cheek as she leaned closer.

Mira licked her lips, swallowing the remaining taste of the beauty-enhancing supplements without hesitation.

"Mmm hmm, nice!" she said with a grin, a look of satisfaction on her face. Then, placing her hands behind her back, she leaned forward again, pressing her cheek gently against the curve of Aegon's lap.