The thousand clones stood frozen at the edge of the dead forest, eyes locked on the mountain of flesh that pulsed like a dying god. The air was thick with the stench of rot and the low, rhythmic groan of the abomination's core. From its back, new zombies peeled free like maggots from a wound hundreds, thousands, an endless tide of the damned.
One of the lead clones, the one who had cracked the "status check" joke earlier, finally broke the silence.
"We'll need more clones. Way more. The spawn rate is… ridiculous."
He didn't need to explain. They could all see it the constant tearing of wet flesh, the endless stream of zombies sloughing from the thing's back. It wasn't a battle they could win by attrition. This was a war of numbers, and the enemy had just had way more than them.
Group leaders gathered, forming a tight knot of discussion.One pointed toward the city. "We can lure and cull, keep the waves from overwhelming us."Another shook his head. "We can't cull infinity. We'll drown."
The leader of Group One crossed his arms. "Then we don't fight it yet We can report it Back to the main body and we can just grind to increase our skills Levels and OL After all time Diffrence is huge"
They all nodded
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Back in Magnolia…
The moment Lucky collapsed in the guild hall, the world around him blurred into darkness.
Makarov was the first to reach him.
"Lucky!" the old guild master shouted, dropping to his knees. He grabbed Lucky's shoulders, shaking him gently. "Lucky, wake up!"
But there was no response.
Gray and Cana rushed over, followed by a growing circle of guild members
"What happened?""Is he breathing?"
"What happened Master?" Gray asked.
"I don't know!" Makarov snapped, his voice tight. He pressed his hand to Lucky's chest, trying to sense his magic.
Lucky's lips parted, and a thin stream of blood slipped down his chin. His whole body shuddered once, then went slack.
"Not good," Makarov muttered. His decision came instantly. "I'm taking him to Porlyusica."
Without another word, he summoned the Golden Eagle Lucky had once gifted him. The majestic creature materialized in a flash of light, talons scraping the guild floor. Makarov cradled Lucky carefully in his arms and leapt onto the eagle's back.
"Don't worry!" he called over his shoulder. "I'll bring him back!"
"Full Speed!" Makarov Shouted
The moment its wings spread, wind tore through the guild hall. In seconds, Magnolia was a shrinking blur beneath them.
The guild watched in stunned silence as their master vanished into the twilight.
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Porlyusica's cottage sat deep in the forest outside the town quiet, isolated. When Makarov landed, he was off the eagle before it fully stopped moving.
Makarov didn't knock gently.
He pounded on the door, so hard the entire house shook.
Inside, a pink-haired woman with sharp eyes and a permanent scowl stormed toward the door, broom in hand.
"MAKAROV, IF YOU'VE COME TO..." she began, swinging the door open
Then she saw Lucky.
Blood on his lips. Pale skin. Shallow breath.
Her expression changed instantly.
"Get him in. Now."
Makarov didn't hesitate. He carried Lucky inside and laid him on a simple wooden bed. Porlyusica knelt beside him
she began her examination, eyes narrowing.
"What happened?" she demanded.
"I don't know," Makarov admitted, voice tight. "We were talking, and then he just collapsed."
After Checking on Lucky she looked back At Makarov
Porlyusica's hands stilled. Her eyes lifted to his. "Dissipate his magic. Now."
Makarov blinked. "What?"
"Do it!" she snapped, her voice like a whip crack. "If you don't want him to die, release his magic into the air."
Confused but trusting her, Makarov closed his eyes. With a deep breath, he forced his magical energy to enter Lucky, then guiding his Magic to his core which Confused Makarov 'Strange Origin' releasing it into the atmosphere in a single, powerful wave. It was a difficult feat only possible because Lucky was unconscious and not resisting, and because Makarov's magic far surpassed his.
The moment he did, Lucky's body twitched.
The bleeding stopped.
Color returned to his face.
Makarov exhaled in relief. "What… what was that?"
Porlyusica didn't answer right away. She stared at Makarov, her eyes cold.
"Where did you find this kid?"
Makarov frowned. "He came to the guild. Wanted to join. Why you asking?."
Porlyusica looked back at Lucky. "This boy… shouldn't be a mage."
Makarov's heart dropped. "What do you mean?"
She shook her head. "His body isn't adapting to the magic. It's not rejecting it… it's breaking under it. Like pouring an ocean into a cracked cup."
She shook her head again then said. "No. His body isn't adapting to the magic inside him. If I had to guess… I'd say he's been experimented on. Changed. Given magic his body wasn't built to hold."
The words hit Makarov like a blow.
Makarov's voice trembled. "Is he… from your world?"
She hesitated. "Maybe. Or maybe not. But I've seen this before. In test subjects. People who were experimented on to gain magic they were never meant to wield."
Makarov's face darkened.
"He's internally injured," she continued, pulling a small wooden box of herbs toward her. "If his magic capacity stays where it is, it will kill him. The only option is to regularly extract magic from his body. Even then…" She hesitated, her eyes softening with rare pity. "This might be his limit as a mage."
Porlyusica continued, preparing a bitter-smelling medicine. "His mana capacity is small but Huge for his body. But his body? It's weak. Fragile. It should not be able to contain even a fraction of magic. but His body is tearing itselfs apart just to hold the magic."
She turned to Makarov, her voice heavy. "He needs to be extracted magic from him regularly. Or someone must drain him. If he keeps pushing like this… his next collapse won't be a faint. It'll be death."
Makarov looked at Lucky, lying there so still, so young.
"And… his career as a mage?"
Porlyusica shook her head. "Unless something changes… yes. It's over."
Makarov lowered his head, grief washing over him. "I'm sorry, kid…"
She pressed a vial of liquid to Lucky's lips, forcing him to swallow. "He should wake up soon," she said quietly, and left the room.
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Five minutes later, Lucky's eyes fluttered open.
He felt weak. Hollow. Like he'd been drained.
He looked around wooden walls, strange herbs hanging from the ceiling. Then he saw Makarov, sitting in a chair, head in his hands.
"Where… where are we?" Lucky croaked.
Makarov looked up, forcing a smile. "A friend house. You suddenly collapsed."
Lucky tried to sit up, but Makarov gently pushed him back.
"Don't. You're injured."
Lucky frowned. He reached into his mind and pulled up his status:
Name: Lucky
HP: 40%
Stamina: 80%
SP (Soul Power): 12,500 / 12,500
MP: 100 / 50,003 (☆)
OL (Origin Luck): 100
Luck: ??? + 10.05
Attack Potency: Small Building — ???? (8-A — ???? )
Strength:Below Average
Agility:Below Average
Perception:Average
Endurance:Below Average
Intelligence:Above Average
His mana bar was nearly empty. His body ached.
"What happened?" he asked.
Makarov hesitated, then spoke carefully. "Kid… your body's rejecting the magic inside you. Porlyusica says… you'll need to drain it regularly or it'll kill you. And even then…" He trailed off, his voice heavy Then Makarov added, voice breaking: "I'm sorry, kid… but your career as a wizard… it might be over."
Lucky stared at him for a long moment, then smiled faintly a thin, tired thing. "So that's all it is."
After All Lucky Draw Can solve the Issue which sould be mangable
Makarov blinked. "That's all...?!"
Then suddenly he jumped and looked at Lucky with all Serious and said "Lucky... you could...die"
Which cuased Lucky to feel Warmth inside his chest then He smiled and told Makarov "i will take care of myslef"
Makarov "...."
Lucky "..."
Makarov sighed. "Rest. We'll talk more later."
After he left, Porlyusica entered, arms crossed.
"Hurry up and recover," she said coldly.
Lucky gave her a wary smile. Then, from his storage, he pulled out a single Health Potion and drank it.
Instantly, his HP shot to 100%.
Porlyusica stared just as he downed it. "What are you..." She stopped when the wounds closed before her eyes, his color returning instantly.
Porlyusica's eyes narrowed. "Where did you get that?"
Lucky smiled and handed her two more.
She examined them, then scanned Lucky again.
No trace of injury
She studied them like priceless relics, then shook her head. "Get out. You're fine now."
Lucky bowed slightly. "Thank you."
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As he walked, he pulled up his status again and saw something new.
Talent: card
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Card: power of luck chapter 2.....