Rise of new dark guild

Chapter 9: Embers Beneath the Surface

Victor stood in the open training field just outside Magnolia, sweat glistening across his skin as he ran through drills—footwork, evasions, strikes, all enhanced by carefully regulated bursts of magical power.

But this was no ordinary training session. He was preparing for something far beyond basic combat.

This was preparation for his Full Body Djinn Equip.

He wasn't there yet. But he was close. A few more weeks, perhaps. The system had hinted at progress milestones, and he felt the pressure building. Once unlocked, this transformation would grant him access to the full power of Belial—the Djinn of Truth.

Right now, he could only use fragments of that power.

Belior Zakera, the illusion-inducing spell that allowed him to manipulate perception and memory, was subtle. Dangerous in its own right. But it was still just the beginning.

Weapon Equip mode let him go one step further—summoning the scythe of Belial. That was Belior Goldoreza. A single cut to the right point—say, the head—could sever the soul from the body, sending it into another dimension. A touch to the arm could kill all sensation and render it permanently inert. Even healing magic couldn't restore what was lost.

But it was Full Body Djinn Equip that would elevate him to another plane of power.

When complete, Victor's transformation would manifest dramatically—his hair turning white, five more eyes emerging (four on each of his hands, and a final one on his forehead), and two additional arms sprouting from his back. He would be shirtless, wearing loose, Arabic-style pants, with dark markings wrapping around his arms and chest like the bindings of a cursed text. A small bone dragon would appear, floating near him, capable of grabbing and restraining enemies.

In this form, he would wield his scythe in full, with no restrictions.

And most importantly, he would gain access to his Extreme Magic: Belior Zauto.

A soul-devouring breath unleashed from a summoned dragon, fired through a massive magic circle. It did not burn flesh—it erased existence. Souls caught in its range were banished beyond the veil of reality. It was said that if even a sliver of this flame touched you, your soul was lost forever.

Victor lowered his stance, panting slightly. Not yet. But soon.

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Back inside the Fairy Tail guildhall, tension thickened like fog.

Word had spread: Guild Master Precht would be leaving for a high-level council meeting in two weeks.

On the surface, it was expected. Political tensions were flaring, and someone of Precht's caliber had to represent Fairy Tail's interests.

But Victor didn't buy it.

Precht had always been composed and cunning. To leave the guild in a time of clear danger? Suspicious. Perhaps he would remain nearby in secret. Perhaps he had laid plans the rest of them weren't privy to.

Victor mulled this over, sipping tea at his usual corner.

He sent Akatsuki a new message through the relay sigil: "Monitor Precht. Report if he's truly gone or simply repositioning."

If Obsidian Fang were smart, they'd accelerate their timeline. Solas' assassination had shaken their structure, and Victor's move had denied them their psychological edge.

But that also meant they would retaliate. And soon.

Victor considered baiting them.

With his scythe active, even S-Class mages would struggle to stand against him. Especially if he could finish unlocking Full Body Djinn Equip. The transformation alone would grant him a temporary boost great enough to elevate him to true S-Class territory.

He smiled faintly.

"All I need... is the right moment."

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Elsewhere, Guild Master Precht stood in his personal quarters, looking over the town from a high window. His gaze flicked down toward the streets of Magnolia.

Victor.

The boy had always seemed odd. Distant. Intelligent. But detached.

Precht had chalked it up to personality, maybe youth. But lately... something had changed. His posture, his aura, even the way others looked at him. Quietly commanding, like someone holding cards the rest of them couldn't see.

He didn't know what Victor was hiding. But he had decided not to interfere—at least not yet.

Obsidian Fang was the greater concern.

Precht had long suspected their involvement in the attacks. Now, with Solas dead, the aggression would only escalate.

He had called the upcoming meeting himself—not just with the Council, but with other guild masters, to pool intelligence. He wanted answers.

"This timing is too deliberate," he muttered.

Whatever Victor's secrets were, they would have to wait.

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In the streets of Magnolia, whispers stirred among the townspeople.

Vendors and commoners were nervous. Curfews unofficially respected. Groups walked in threes or more. Kids stayed home. Nobody said it out loud, but something was coming.

And everyone felt it.

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Elsewhere in town, a certain member from Chapter 2, the silver-haired mage Lorian Vale, wandered the quiet streets near the edge of the town. He hadn't been featured since Victor's initiation, but now he found himself drawn toward the guild more and more.

"Something's not right," he muttered. "I can feel the mana in the air shifting. It's like... something darker is gathering."

He didn't know what was coming.

But he had a sinking feeling they would all find out very soon.

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End of Chapter 9