Internet Magic in Fairy Tail

Chapter 402: How about making a soup out of Dragon Bones?

[Dragon Hunter: Crocus — The Blacksmith’s Shop]

The blacksmith’s shop was a humble roadside building, originally used to craft kitchen knives and other basic items before the world was transformed by the arrival of dragons.

After Nate converted this world into a game, the small shop became a hub where players could forge equipment.

The blacksmith was none other than Brain, the former leader of the Dark Guild, Oración Seis. Now reduced to a soul, Brain was assigned this job, which finally freed him from the eternal darkness of the Soul Cage.

For 12 hours a day, he was permitted to work in the blacksmith’s shop, serving players who needed his skills. However, he couldn’t leave the premises—a new kind of prison in a different setting.

At the moment, Brain sat inside, deeply engrossed in a magic book.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the room. Brain looked up. “Need something?”

“You seem relaxed. No players asking for equipment?” Nate smirked as he stepped inside.

“There aren’t many teams capable of hunting dragons yet. Over the past few days, the only requests I’ve received have been from Fairy Tail,” Brain replied casually, before returning his attention to the book.

Beneath his current persona, Brain was a scholar at heart, passionate about magic. After all, he had once been the director of the Bureau of Magical Development.

Curious, Nate opened the Magic Net backend and reviewed the player activity data. Only three dragons had been successfully hunted so far:

1. The Coal Dragon, taken down by Fairy Tail.

2. The Cavern Dragon, defeated by the Water Dragon God.

3. The Spirit Dragon, hunted by the Dragon Eaters Guild.

“They’ve already taken down a Spirit Dragon?” Nate murmured in surprise.

The Spirit Dragon was a small creature—no bigger than an adult human—and specialized in stealth magic.

As for the Dragon Eaters Guild, Nate wasn’t surprised they had joined the hunt. These players were bold enough to use their real names online and flaunt their identities.

From the backend records, the team consisted of five players:

Georg Reizen

Blade Dragon Kiria

Armor Dragon Madmole

Corpse Dragon Skullion

Clinging Dragon Nebaru

They had each named themselves after the dragons they’d consumed. Nate couldn’t help chuckling at the thought of their names floating above their heads in bold, 3D text during gameplay—it must have been awkward.

Shaking his head, Nate closed the Magic Net interface. “Where’d you get the magic book?” he asked Brain.

“The Royal Library. It’s mostly in ruins now, but a few books remain intact,” Brain explained. “Players often come to me for information, so I ask them to collect magic books in exchange.”

“Seems like you’re enjoying your new role,” Nate said with a chuckle. “Make sure to scan and upload all the books you collect to the Library on the Magic Net.”

“Got it,” Brain replied, already lost in his reading again.

Nate didn’t disturb him further. Some time later, Makarov logged into the game. The small elder entered the blacksmith shop, pausing at the counter to ensure he wasn’t interrupting Brain.

“Nate, where’s the person you mentioned?” Makarov asked.

“Right this way, Guild Master.” Nate waved, motioning for Makarov to follow.

He opened the Magic Net map and

“Greetings, Dragon Eaters Guild,” Nate said with a grin, spreading his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Welcome to my Farm.”