Fairy Tail: Igneel's eldest son in Anime Multiverse Chapter 4: The Four-Leaf Clover and Charles’s Magic

March arrived—the time of year when dandelions swirled gracefully on the breeze. Just like every year before, every fifteen-year-old across the Clover Kingdom headed to their local Grimoire Towers for the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony.

In this ritual, participants didn't just claim their personal grimoires; it also offered a precious chance to amplify their magic power during their lifetimes.

Naturally, both the grimoire's quality and the extent of magic enhancement hinged solely on innate talent.

Once more, it bears repeating—this realm revolved entirely around magic, where magic defined existence itself.

Here, virtually every job demanded magic, from farmers tending crops in the fields to those aspiring to join the Magic Knights.

Multiple Grimoire Towers dotted the land, and the priest from Hage Village escorted Charles, Asta, and Yuno to the one in their district.

En route, Charles spotted numerous teens his age entering the towering cylindrical structure.

Through clover-patterned windows overhead, sunlight streamed in softly, casting a gentle glow inside the tower while letting all see clearly.

Circular rows of bookshelves brimmed with countless grimoires—thousands, by rough estimate, too many to count precisely.

Facing this enormous array, Charles felt an inevitable sense of insignificance.

These weren't mere books; they pulsed with magic. Thanks to his exceptional magic perception, Charles sensed their vast power vividly, akin to stars twinkling in the night sky.

"Incredible! All these are grimoires?!"

True to form, Asta voiced his awe boisterously, pulling every eye toward him.

Charles scowled—he'd already caught the murmurs rippling around them.

Over his five years at Hage's church, he'd endured plenty of such comments. Born into the lowest rung in the kingdom's most forsaken, destitute corner, one's prospects and ambitions faced instant doubt.

Asta, utterly devoid of magic, had gained notoriety nearby, though mostly through ridicule.

"So irritating…"

Charles grumbled, and abruptly, fiery auras erupted around his form.

Yet it wasn't actual flame—just his magic power erupting massively. Its density mimicked blazing fire.

"This delay is intolerable."

With those words, Charles unleashed his full magic might, causing the fiery illusion to surge dramatically.

No true blaze, yet everyone within the tower—even recent mockers of the destitute—felt scorching heat wash over them.

Moreover, grimoires throughout the tower shuddered, as though trembling before Charles's aura.

The atmosphere thickened oppressively, stifling breaths.

Exempted by design were his church mates, who stood firm. All others buckled under the force, spines bowed low.

Not quite— one exception lingered…

High above, a white-haired, bearded elder peered down from under his peaked wizard hat, eyes alight with astonishment fixed on Charles.

"Such astonishing magic… This lad… he's extraordinary!"

Charles detected the potent, steady magic from overhead and glanced up at the elder.

"Another concealed expert," Charles mused inwardly. He offered a courteous bow to the tower master, then reined in his magic.

The tower master grinned softly, whispering, "Remarkably, he's well-mannered."

Descending on a floating carpet, he invoked a voice-enhancing spell.

"Greetings, everyone, to the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony. From here on, may honesty, hope, and love guide your paths!

I oversee this Grimoire Tower. Our region hasn't produced a Wizard King, nor even a Magic Knight of note!

May one of you rise to become the Wizard King!"

His speech ended, igniting fervor in every gaze.

Since the inaugural Wizard King vanquished the demon and rescued humankind, that title embodied legend and universal aspiration.

Asta held back his usual Wizard King cries, yet his eyes burned with resolve.

Yuno, ever composed, betrayed a subtle spark of thrill.

Abruptly, the tower master exaggerated his features dramatically, proclaiming, "Truly, I mean it!"

His eyes drifted to Charles. To him, this youth alone held Wizard King potential.

Clearing his throat lightly, he steadied himself and announced, "Now, the Grimoire Acceptance Ceremony commences."

At once, select grimoires shimmered on shelves, rising airborne and drifting to the youths below.

Excitedly, they seized their grimoires, scrutinizing them keenly.

Varying in size—massive, hefty, or tiny as a hand—each grimoire boasted distinct, quirky traits.

New owners instantly envisioned their destinies ahead.

The prior Asta taunters each claimed three-leaf clover grimoires, chattering boldly about the Magic Knight trials in half a year.

Their boasts rang out, flaunting as if qualification was assured.

Then came a plaintive call:

"Uh… Why hasn't my grimoire arrived?"

Asta crouched on one knee, arms outstretched expectantly—yet grasping nothing. No grimoire approached.

The tower master, witnessing this novelty, paused silently before advising, "Well… return next year."

"Whaaaat?!"

Asta's features contorted comically, sparking widespread guffaws.

"What the heck?!"

"That's ridiculously bad!"

"Hilarious!"

"Unreal!"

Suddenly, radiance bloomed, captivating all.

Within the glow, a grimoire spun leisurely, exposing its cover's motif.

The half-lidded tower master's eyes widened as he murmured, "That's… a four-leaf clover!"

Near Hage lay the demon god's skull, topped by the first Wizard King's statue, known to all.

His grimoire displayed a four-leaf clover mark.

The tome lowered; Yuno snatched it smoothly, declaring firmly, "I will become… the Wizard King!"

Asta's claim would draw jeers, but Yuno's four-leaf prize lent credibility to his vow.

Cheers exploded through the chamber.

Amid the ovation, another blaze of light rivaled Yuno's—no dimmer.

Yet another four-leaf clover. Astonishment reigned—two in one ceremony.

Charles extended his hand, securing the grimoire. Ignoring the front's clover, he flipped to the rear.

There gleamed a singular emblem: a winged dragon coiling guardedly about a thriving ancient tree.

Oddly, the tree shone black as midnight skies, dotted with silvery stars.

Charles instantly remembered Igneel's words:

"Hear me, Charles! A supreme force lies dormant in you, eclipsing dragons. If named, it's godly power.

Soon, it shall stir. When it does, remain humble, true to self, and press onward!"

Grasping the grimoire, Charles grasped Igneel's reference.

The Power of the World.

True to its title, it embodied the world's own bestowed might.

Opening it, script materialized on blank pages.

In this realm, grimoires unveiled a mage's spells. Fresh inscriptions signaled novel magic born.

Beyond archiving spells, grimoires could birth new ones from profound yearnings—if power sufficed.

As foreseen, inaugural spells weren't Igneel's Dragon Slayer ones, but World Magic.

Two spells emerged. Merely two—yet fully contenting Charles.

First: World's Blessing, passive in nature.

He'd deemed his Dragon Slayer immunity his "golden finger"; now, it proved one facet.

To encompass all—that defined the world's essence.

World's Blessing granted: Mana and physique boosted in tandem, scaling with effort.

Mana gained affinity to engage any energy type.

The second thrilled Charles utmost. Here, underworld demons resisted standard magic; only realm-crossing Nether Magic prevailed.

World's Blessing let his Dragon Slayer Magic pierce demons too.

Parallel entities elsewhere—like Naruto's Six Paths tiers or One Piece Logias—fell to it sans Sage Arts or Haki.

Such multiverse thoughts stemmed from his second spell:

World Travel. Self-explanatory: interdimensional jaunts. Charles's path back to Fairy Tail.

Certainly, dimensional feats demanded colossal magic—beyond his present reserves.

Yet purpose clarified. Henceforth, strength alone beckoned.

Pages turned further, unveiling Igneel-taught Dragon Slayer Magic.

Fire Dragon's Iron Fist, Fire Dragon's Wing Attack, Fire Dragon's Sword Horn… Fire Dragon's Roar!

Dragon Slayer Secret Art: Crimson Lotus Exploding Flame Blade, Secret Art Variant Form: Crimson Phoenix Sword!

Even long-dreamed, unrefined spells materialized, fulfilling latent wishes.

A casual snap shut the grimoire.

Only then did surrounding stares register. Unlike Yuno's proclamation, Charles offered no boasts—merely a grin to his church kin.

Suddenly, persistent Asta rose, facing them both, bellowing:

"Yuno, Charles! Hold on—I'll catch you guys quick. Rivals, right!"

The tower hushed briefly… then roared with mockery.

A grimoinreless youth rivaling dual four-leaf wielders? Absurdity peaked.

"Amazing!" Yuno ignored him utterly, striding past aloofly.

Charles smirked inside. Yuno doubted the grimoire's snub of Asta, though it rang dismissive.

Abruptly, icy prickles assailed Charles's back—his sharp hostility radar.

Eyes slitting, he fixed on the lanky silhouette. Undoubtedly, the source of fresh killing intent.

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