Extra's Stories

After some time, the three Fairy Tail mages emerged from the dense forest, stepping into the eerie silence of the ghost town. The ruins sprawled out before them, nestled near the base of a mountain. High walls, once a symbol of protection, now lay cracked and crumbling, their jagged edges casting long shadows under the dim afternoon sun. Rows of abandoned houses lined the streets, their windows hollow and empty, like the vacant eyes of the long-forgotten.

"Huh. This place looks like a small kingdom," Erza mused as she adjusted the strap of her somewhat large luggage. Her sharp gaze swept across the remnants of what was once a thriving settlement.

"Yeah, no shit." Mira walked beside her, swinging her bag effortlessly over her shoulder before leaning an elbow on Fate's. "But I don't remember even hearing about this place before yesterday. Kinda weird, don't you think?"

"It doesn't matter." Fate, unfazed by the ruins or their eerie stillness, stepped forward without hesitation. "Let's go."

The two women exchanged a glance before following him deeper into the decaying city.

-Bang!

The sharp crack of a gunshot echoed through the halls of an abandoned mansion, the silver bullet cutting through the stale air before burrowing into the skull of an insect-like demon. Its body convulsed for a second before collapsing in a twitching heap.

A silver blade followed close behind, its keen edge slicing through another demon's neck in a clean, effortless motion. The severed head hit the ground with a dull thud, the lifeless eyes still glowing faintly in the dark.

-Crunch!

Mira's boot slammed into the skull of a third demon, crushing it with a sickening crack. She scoffed, shaking off the dark ichor that splattered on her leg.

"Just where do they keep coming from?" Erza asked, using a torn cloth to wipe the blood off her sword.

"Who cares? As long as I can keep kicking demon ass, that's all that matters." Mira grinned, stepping on another writhing demon's head before twisting her heel, ending its suffering.

Fate, wielding [Mirage Edge], impaled a shrieking creature through the chest, twisting the magic energy blade before letting the body slump to the ground. His blue eyes flickered toward the wooden floor, where a large gaping hole stretched into darkness.

"Let's finish this quick," he muttered, sheathing his sword. "We can do some sightseeing afterward."

Without hesitation, he leaped into the hole.

Mira and Erza exchanged glances before following him into the abyss.

As they plummeted into the darkness, the scent of damp earth and blood filled the air. Fate pulled out his pistols from the Rider Card, and opened fire mid-air. Each shot rang out in rapid succession, piercing through the chitinous hides of the insect-like demons crawling up from below.

As the last bullet left the chamber, Fate smoothly holstered the pistols and projected Heshikiri, the katana once wielded by Oda Nobunaga. The gleaming blade flashed in the darkness as he spun mid-air, slicing through the approaching demons with ruthless efficiency.

With a sudden twist, he planted his free hand against the stone wall, channeling [Reinforcement] into his muscles. Using the momentum, he launched himself downward even faster, his body rotating in mid-air. The katana in his grip shifted into a familiar crimson spear—Gae Bolg.

With a powerful thrust, he hurled the cursed weapon downward. The demonic spear tore through the air like a comet, impaling multiple demons in one devastating strike before embedding itself into the stone floor below.

One unfortunate demon barely avoided the spear's wrath. It glanced up, a flicker of relief flashing across its grotesque face—

-Crack!

Fate's reinforced fist smashed through its skull before it could even react.

With the last enemy in his path dispatched, he projected Scarlet & Redgrave, the married blades, reinforcing them before stabbing them into the walls on either side. The friction slowed his descent, allowing him to flip gracefully and land atop Gae Bolg's butt end.

His crimson coat billowed slightly as he hopped down onto the blood-stained floor, his metal boots crunching over demon remains.

Mira and Erza landed beside him a moment later—Erza clad in her Black-Wing Armor, while Mira had already activated Satan Soul.

"Still as fast as always," Mira mused, stretching as Fate dismissed his weapons.

Erza, however, had already focused on the massive stone tablet at the center of the chamber, glowing with ominous energy. "So that's the Hell Gate we need to destroy," she stated.

Fate followed her gaze before pointing at the looming, obsidian gate behind them, its surface pulsating like a living thing. "No. The real power source is that."

Mira scoffed, hands on her hips. "What makes you think so?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Call it a hunch," Fate replied flatly.

Erza sighed before delivering a casual punch to Fate's shoulder. A loud pop echoed in the chamber, almost making him lose his footing.

"Don't you dare flirt back," she muttered, closing her eyes with an exasperated expression.

Mira smirked, leaning closer. "Aww, jealous much, Erza?"

The redhead chose to ignore her.

Fate, meanwhile, exhaled. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered, slightly disappointed that there were no high-ranking demons around—meaning no new Devil Arms to claim from this mission.

The three of them turned toward the ominous gate and stepped forward, vanishing into the dark passage beyond.

Familiarity.

That was the first thought that crossed the Extra's mind as he stepped through the Gate.

Towering tree roots twisted and sprawled across the entire area, their ancient presence shaping the landscape. A small pond rested in the center, its surface still, reflecting the withering flowers that surrounded it. Orange leaves drifted gently from the massive tree above, painting the air with an eerie sense of quiet beauty.

"This place..." Erza's voice carried a rare note of shock.

Mira, however, wasn't as sentimental. She glanced around before pointing at the lone figure ahead—a woman slumped in a chair, unmoving, her expression empty.

"Looks pretty dead. Look." She gestured lazily. "Even the Gatekeeper got so bored she died of boredom."

Normally, the Extra would have shot back with his own quip, turning the joke into a battle of wits. But this time, he didn't say anything. He just stood there, staring at the woman.

Long, unkempt orange hair. A missing right arm.

A sinking feeling formed in his gut.

Then, the woman moved.

"I dreamt for so long," she murmured, her voice soft, elegant… and haunting.

Fate felt a chill crawl up his spine. 'No. No, no, no.'

The woman slowly knelt, picking something up from the ground—a metal arm.

"My flesh was dull gold… and my blood, rotted."

'NO. NO NO NO!' Fate's eye twitched violently as she calmly attached the metal limb to her shoulder with a quiet clang.

"Corpse after corpse, left in my wake..."

Erza and Mira exchanged glances, their unease growing. They didn't understand. They had no idea who this woman was. But Fate knew. He knew exactly who she was.

And that was the problem.

"As I awaited… his return."

She stood up. Her movements were fluid, graceful, yet unnervingly precise. With deliberate care, she reached down and picked up a golden helmet, placing it back onto her head.

And then, she took her stance.

A battle stance.

A long blade in her hand.

Her voice was calm, but her presence screamed war.

"… Heed my words."

Fate could already hear the metaphorical boss music playing in his head. His soul was screaming.

'MOTHER FUCKER!'

"I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella."

The blade gleamed in the dim light.

"And I have never known defeat."

Fate took deep breaths, steadying his nerves. 'Calm down... you've beaten her before. Sure, it took 185 tries. No big deal. Yeah, I play Elden Ring. Yeah, she stomped me. Yeah, I eventually won. I can do this. No pressure. It's not like I have to worry about dodging her attacks while protecting someone impor—'

His thoughts froze mid-sentence.

'—FUCK. Erza and Mira are here!'

Before he could even process the sheer catastrophe of that realization, Malenia was already on the move, her blade flashing in a deadly arc.

"Get down!" Fate shouted, shoving both Erza and Mira aside before rolling back, barely avoiding the incoming strike. The force of her swing split the air where he had just been standing, the sheer speed of it making his nerves spike.

'Shit—'

Malenia didn't waste a second. She lunged forward, her blade gleaming as she brought it down toward him with terrifying precision.

Chaos Control: Time Alter.

In an instant, Fate activated his Magecraft, drawing from what he had learned from the wiki on the Magus Killer's technique. A bounded field wrapped around his body, accelerating the flow of time within it. The world outside seemed to slow ever so slightly as he twisted his body, barely evading Malenia's blade with another desperate roll.

No time to hesitate—he yanked his sniper rifle into position, aiming directly at her.

Finger on the trigger. Pull.

The bullet shot forward, cutting through the air at lethal speed.

Malenia flicked her blade.

CLANG.

The bullet ricocheted off effortlessly, sent spiraling into the distance as if it was nothing more than a pesky fly.

Fate clicked his tongue. "Tsk!"

Chaos Control: Trace

Judging the concept of creation.

A blade wielded by a warrior who never knew defeat.

Fate drew both guns, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets. They barely chipped at her armor, their damage insignificant. He leaped back just as Malenia lunged forward, her blade carving through the space where he once stood.

Hypothesizing the basic structure.

A long katana bound to a prosthetic arm, an extension of its wielder's will.

Erza shot forward, swinging her blade in a powerful arc. Malenia barely spared her a glance before effortlessly deflecting the strike. With a single counter, she sent Erza crashing into the ground, the impact shaking the battlefield. She moved to follow up, blade poised for a finishing strike.

Duplicating the composition material.

Forged from an alloy that could wound the gods, infused with holy magic.

Explosion Fist!

Mira's fist struck Malenia's side, an explosion erupting on impact, sending the demigod skidding back. Malenia barely wavered—adjusting her stance in an instant—before her golden blade slashed forward. The force alone launched Mira backward, leaving a deep, burning cut along her arm.

Imitating the skill of its making.

Crafted for a warrior, a demigod, a shardbearer.

Heaven's Wheel!

A storm of spinning blades rained down, relentless in their pursuit of Malenia. Yet, she moved through them with an almost supernatural grace—each step calculated, each movement fluid. She weaved between the spinning swords as if gliding through a dance, untouched.

And then—she leaped.

Fate's eyes widened. Waterfowl Dance.

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.

A weapon baptized in battle against gods, stained with the blood of countless fallen.

Golden chains erupted from golden portals, wrapping around Erza's body just before Malenia's blade reached her. The Chains of Heaven yanked her back, barely saving her from the devastating attack.

Reproducing the accumulated years.

Perfecting every step of its creation.

A second blade materialized within Fate's Reality Marble. He grasped it, the weight familiar in his hands.

He took a slow breath. His mind emptied.

[Clear Mind]—Activated.

Every unnecessary thought vanished. He focused entirely on her—on the way her body shifted, the precision of her movements, the rhythm of her technique. Every detail committed to memory.

Then, he moved.

With an identical stance, Fate launched himself toward Malenia.

Malenia's eyes flickered in recognition.

"That stance..." she murmured, adjusting her own.

Their blades met in a dazzling display—two warriors executing the same divine technique.

The Waterfowl Dance unfolded, each strike mirrored in perfect synchronization. Sparks erupted with every clash, steel meeting steel in a deadly ballet. The air trembled under the sheer force of their exchange.

As the final strike landed, they stood with their backs facing each other.

A delayed aftershock rippled through the battlefield, the ghostly remnants of their blows flaring one last time before fading into nothingness.

Malenia's blade bore a single chip. Fate's katana, however, had shattered. Yet, before the broken shards could hit the ground, another identical sword materialized in its place.

Over thirty blades had broken within that brief exchange—each replaced instantaneously.

Malenia tilted her head, intrigued, watching as Fate steadied his breath.

"Interesting..."

Both Erza and Mira were impressed, scared, and enraged. After seeing their exchange.

'Shit! She isn't like in the game... well, not like the player in the game could perform the Waterfowl Dance either.' Fate was annoyed but he quickly convinced himself that this wasn't a game but real life.

As an Ally of Justice once said: "People die when they are killed,"

Fate already prepared himself for death, after all, he still had an extra seven lives meaning he still had a chance. He just needs to make sure the one who dies is not Mira and Erza.

Fate could already guess why suddenly a portal from Elden Ring appeared in this world. After all, one of his previous Gacha roles was the skill [Holy Ground] a skill in Elden Ring.

The issue with this skill is that he is part devil, and using it is like jumping into lava to protect oneself from a sword slash. Not worth burning himself for.

Exhaling sharply, Fate turned to face the demigod once more.

"Erza, Mira. Leave." His voice was firm, unwavering, as he projected his married blades into his hands. He didn't wait for an answer—he lunged forward, clashing blades with Malenia in a storm of steel and sparks.

He had to get them out. If they stayed, they'd die.

"WHAT!? Like hell, I'm leaving!" Mira snapped, eyes burning with defiance.

"Don't be reckless, Fate! We're family! We're Fairy Tail! We don't abandon each other!" Erza shouted back, equally stubborn.

Fate grit his teeth. Stupid, reckless girls.

Ignoring his warning, Erza and Mira rushed Malenia while she was locked in battle with him. For a brief moment, the Scarlet Valkyrie tilted her head toward them.

Then, without warning, she slammed her foot into Fate's gut.

The impact sent him flying, rolling across the battlefield like a ragdoll. He gasped, winded—he hadn't even seen the attack coming. That speed… it was beyond him.

Malenia shot forward, closing the distance between her and the girls in an instant.

Chaos Control: Double Alter.

Fate blurred, intercepting the strike just as Malenia's blade came down. The next thing Erza and Mira knew, Fate crashed into Mira, knocking her straight into Erza.

Then—crimson splattered across them.

Erza's eyes widened. Mira's breath caught in her throat.

Fate was kneeling before them, swords crossed, barely holding back Malenia's golden blade. His arms trembled under the sheer force pressing down on him. Blood seeped from his left shoulder—her sword had stabbed deep, and the only thing stopping it from slicing clean through was his unyielding grip.

"Erza, Mira! Get out of here!" Fate roared, his icy-blue eyes burning with defiance.

Malenia, unfazed, stared down at him. Her voice was soft, almost gentle.

"Why do you care so much for them?" she asked, pressing down harder. "Is it because they call you family? Or… do you hold special feelings for them?"

Fate snarled. "None of your damn business."

With a sharp movement, he slid backward, allowing the blade to carve through his open wound as he pulled free. The pain was sharp, but he barely flinched. In an instant, bandages materialized over his shoulder, stopping the blood flow.

And then—

"A demigod, huh?"

A familiar voice rang out. Fate turned, as did everyone else.

Scathach materialized, standing tall with her usual eerie calmness.

"Brat," she began, her piercing gaze locking onto Fate. "You have the power to defeat her standing right beside you. Use it wisely."

Malenia regarded the newcomer. "Scathach. The Immortal Rune Witch."

Scathach's expression cooled. "Malenia. Blade of Miquella." Her voice was laced with something unreadable. "As much as I'd like to test my spear against you, this isn't my fight. And my current state…" She gestured at herself. "…isn't quite suited for battle."

Malenia swung her blade at Scathach—only for it to pass through as if cutting air. No resistance. No effect.

"As you can see," Scathach said, brushing it off, "I don't have a physical body right now." Then, she turned to Fate once more. "Boy. Have more faith in your allies."

And just like that, she vanished.

'Faith in my ally? Can I really trust someone else with my life?'

Fate clenched his fists, doubt gnawing at him. In his past life, trust had been a luxury he never afforded himself. But in this life… No. Erza and Mira's lives are too important to gamble on blind faith.

Even with his maxed-out luck stat, that wouldn't guarantee their survival.

His sharp gaze flickered toward the two teens standing beside him—his allies in this death battle.

But what could three damage dealers possibly do against a boss like her?

Unlike in the game, where Malenia's aggro would focus on one target at a time, this was different. The moment they stepped into her domain, they all became her prey. She wouldn't stop. She wouldn't hesitate. And she would cut them down.

Then he saw it—the Gate was still open.

Escape.

He didn't know if they could make it through, but standing here meant certain death. If they didn't try, at least one of them would die. Or worse, all of them.

"You two, listen to me!" Fate's voice was firm, cutting through the tense battlefield. "We can't win—not at our current level. So..."

Without hesitation, he hurled Scarlet and Redgrave straight at Malenia.

"Run! Get to the Gate!"

The three of them bolted toward their only chance of survival.

Malenia barely acknowledged the incoming blades, effortlessly deflecting them before surging forward—closing the distance between them with terrifying speed.

Using [Mind Rope] while sprinting, Fate waited for the perfect moment. Just as Malenia closed the distance, he twisted around, summoning Gae Bolg and pouring every ounce of his magic energy into it.

With a powerful swing, his reinforced spear met Malenia's blade, and at the exact point of impact, Fate forced even more magic into the projection—overloading it. The instability surged violently, and the spear detonated in a blinding explosion.

The force of the blast sent Erza and Mira hurtling into the open Gate, completely catching them off guard. Fate himself was thrown back, rolling across the ground before coming to a stop dangerously close to the Gate's threshold.

Pain screamed through his body. His blood vessels ruptured, bones cracked, ribs splintered, and his skin tore in several places. Every breath felt like swallowing glass. With a shaky arm, he tried to push himself up, only to notice something horrifying—his [Second Skin] had been ripped away, exposing his Devil Bringer.

His stomach twisted in disgust. That damned hand—stained with the blood of its own kind.

Malenia had taken damage from the blast too, but nothing crippling. Her left hand was burned beyond recognition, mangled and charred, having instinctively shielded her vitals. Yet, aside from that, she remained mostly intact. Her gaze sharpened as she lunged at him once more.

Fate's gaze flickered toward the Gate, its shimmering frame still rippling from the passage of Erza and Mira. He knew the truth—this portal connected worlds. Through it, one could traverse realms.

If Malenia stepped through… she would enter Fairy Tail.

He had to make a choice.

Install

His Assassin Class took hold. In an instant, he shifted, his grip tightening around the short knife in his hand. With precision, he traced the "line of death" along the portal's frame and cut.

A spiderweb of cracks spread like fractures in glass. The Gate shuddered violently before collapsing in on itself, the shimmering passage disintegrating into nothingness.

Fate was trapped. Alone. With her.

Malenia stopped in her tracks, tilting her head slightly. Then, with something eerily close to amusement, she murmured:

"Huh. How noble."

A beat.

"However foolish."

Her sword flashed forward.