The question was way too blunt. Little Mii's mom turned pale as a ghost, rushing forward to clap a hand over her daughter's mouth and frantically apologizing to Roger:
"Kids say the darndest things! Please don't be mad, Lord God—she's just a child, she doesn't know any better—"
'No harm done.'
A sliver of the icy mask on Roger's face melted. The corner of his mouth twitched into the faintest hint of a smile.
'I am the God of Chaos, ruler and embodiment of the origin and ultimate end of all things.'
"Chaos?" Mii tilted her head, the word totally new to her.
"What's Chaos?"
'Chaos is the primordial void—formless, orderless. The state before all division. The beginning of everything… and its final resting place.'
Roger's voice carried an ancient echo. 'I command the myriad phenomena of the universe.'
As if to prove it, dazzling elemental lights began swirling around him.
'Fire, lightning, ice.'
Crimson, blinding white, and icy blue auras flickered in turn.
'Earth, sea, sky.'
Shadows of ochre, deep blue, and sky azure rippled faintly.
The sky itself answered—clouds rolled in, a light rain pattered down, then vanished in a blink as sunlight poured through.
'Fortune, gravity, even the laws of time and space—all bend to my will.'
'I have walked infinite worlds.'
The heavens became a massive canvas, reflecting alien realms:
A violet-haired goddess slashing a canyon into the earth with a single blade.
A golden-armored, wild-eyed monkey swinging an iron staff, clashing with legions of heavenly soldiers.
'On the continent of Teyvat, I crossed blades with foreign gods. I witnessed the monkey known as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven shake the heavens themselves.'
'This… is the God of Chaos.'
Everyone stood slack-jawed, staring at the mind-blowing spectacle overhead. Awe and wonder crashed over them like a tidal wave.
They never imagined a god could be this powerful—yet here he was, speaking to them so calmly.
A strange, proud warmth bloomed in their chests.
Roger looked down at the brave little girl, golden eyes glowing softly.
'Do you understand now, little Mii—my first devotee in this world—what Chaos means?'
Mii started to nod—then froze. Her eyes went wide as saucers, face lighting up with pure joy.
"Lord God! You—you know my name?! You actually know my name!!"
She jumped up and down. "That's amazing! Do you know everyone's names too?!"
'Of course.'
Roger swept his right hand gently. Countless deep-blue raindrops glowing with soft white light condensed in the air, falling precisely onto select people's heads. They melted into their bodies, leaving a faint blue shimmer that vanished in a blink.
'A blessing for my first sincere believers. It will purge illness, strengthen your bodies, and bring a touch of good fortune.'
The changes were instant.
In the back, an old woman who'd leaned on a crutch for years felt warmth flood her bad leg. Hesitantly, she set her full weight on it… then let go of the crutch.
One step. Two steps.
Her middle-aged son shouted in shock: "Mom! Your leg—you're walking?!"
"Yes—yes! I can walk!" Tears welled up as she hopped lightly in place. "It doesn't hurt at all!!"
"My fingers—!" A little girl stared at her right hand—once missing a finger. Flesh wriggled at the stump, and a brand-new finger sprouted before everyone's eyes, perfectly formed.
She poked it in wonder, then thrust her hand up at her sobbing parents.
"Mom! Dad! Look! It grew back! I can help with chores now!"
Her mother covered her mouth, tears streaming through her fingers. "It's back… it's really back… oh, thank goodness!"
Watching the miracles unfold, Roger's eyes flickered with quiet satisfaction.
He'd fused matter-reconstruction magic, Wendy's healing, and purification into the water droplets, then used water-element control to deliver them. Simple enough.
But… full limb regeneration? That was unexpected. Did combining the spells create a synergy—like a fusion spell where 1+1 > 2?
He scanned the crowd. Only he could see the glowing numbers above their heads—his good/evil sense and ancient script magic fused into a "favorability" readout.
After the display and blessings, nearly everyone's number had shot past 90.
That's… probably worship or loyalty territory.
A sudden buzz of inner voices made him wince almost imperceptibly.
He'd gained Cobra's "Hell Ear" after their contract and could toggle it on/off.
But even toggled on, the flood of excited, chaotic thoughts—plus every bird chirp and stream gurgle—was overwhelming.
No wonder Cobra avoided the guild at first.
Everyone who'd been healed or felt the change knelt in unison, their numbers spiking to a perfect 100.
"Thank you, Lord God, for your grace!"
'You have earned it.'
Golden light flared from Roger's body. His outline blurred, growing transparent from the feet up.
'My blessings are given. I depart now to wander the myriad realms.'
'Work diligently. Build this world into the paradise I have shown you—prosperous and thriving.'
Mystogan stood, face solemn, nodding firmly at the fading Roger.
"We will."
'Do you remember the three rules for leaving the guild?'
The voice in Mystogan's mind made him pause. He looked at the golden light and smiled.
'Of course. First—'
'First! Never act out of petty anger!'
Roger & Mystogan: "???"
A drunken female voice had hijacked the thought channel.
'Second! Never let a single evil deed go unpunished!'
Roger: That voice… Kana? Did she use a thought-projection card?
'Third—ow! Hey! Erza, what the heck?! Don't yank my ear! I'm not done!!'
Kana's voice turned frantic.
'Th-third! Always judge fairly and beautifully, Captain Drag—'
Zzzzt—
The mental line crackled with static, other voices bleeding in.
Erza: 'Kana! Who said you could mess with guild rules?!'
Roger (exasperated): 'Erza… you guys have been eavesdropping with thought-projection this whole time?'
Erza (awkward cough): 'Ahem—everyone was just… curious about how things were going over there—'
Mira's gentle voice cut in: 'Okay, okay~ We'll talk later. Now's not the time to ruin the mood~ Hanging up!'
Beep—
Silence. Blessed, beautiful silence.
Roger and Mystogan locked eyes across the distance—both wearing the same "I can't even" look.
Mystogan shook his head with a chuckle, steering the mental conversation back on track:
'First: Never reveal information that could harm Fairy Tail.'
'Second: Never contact past clients for personal gain.'
Their voices overlapped in perfect sync:
'Third: No matter what path you choose, live with all you've got. Never take your life lightly. Never forget the bonds with your comrades—for as long as you live.'
Mystogan's eyes softened, the sharp lines of his face easing.
'I don't visit often… but I always sneak back near the guild. I listen to the noise, the laughter, the clinking glasses…'
'Every day in Fairy Tail is a bright, precious memory. I'll never forget it.'
'I look forward to the day you see a vibrant, reborn Edolas with your own eyes.'
Roger's smile was warm.
'I can't wait. Until then—keep moving forward with your people, Your Majesty.'
They shared a look—trust, gratitude, everything unspoken but understood.
Just as Roger's silhouette faded to a faint golden outline, Mii broke free from her mom's grip.
She bolted to the front of the crowd and yelled at the sky with all her might:
"Lord God! Mii—Mii wants to know—will I ever see you again?!"
Her voice echoed across the plaza.
Roger dissolved into golden sparks, vanishing into the heavens.
Only one gentle phrase lingered in everyone's hearts, soft as spring wind:
'Pray sincerely before the statue with true faith, and on the day our beliefs connect—we shall meet again.'
'Keep striving, everyone.'
People stared at the empty sky, dazed. The air was quiet—filled with lingering flower scent and a touch of wistful longing.
"We…" A clear, trembling girl's voice broke the silence.
"We can't let Lord God down! Let's work together—make our home even better!"
Like a spark in dry grass, the crowd ignited.
"She's right! The Prince risked his life to beat that monster—we can't slack off!"
"Yeah! We didn't get the first blessings, but if we work hard, maybe next time—"
"Hey! He said to pray to the statue—wooden ones are too small! Can we build a big stone one here?"
"Great idea! If we put it here, maybe it'll soak up good luck—Lord God will bless us!"
"But to build a statue in the capital, we need the King's approval. And the King's still recovering, so—"
Countless hopeful eyes turned to Mystogan.
Seeing the fire of hope rekindled, he smiled and nodded.
"Of course. It's a wonderful idea. I'm sure Lord God would love it."
"Yes!" Cheers erupted. The earlier gloom shattered under the wave of excitement.
"Come one, come all—official God of Chaos statues! Ward off evil, bring good fortune!"
A lively voice rang out from the back.
People turned—Edolas Lucy and the Fairy Tail crew were strolling in, arms full of beautifully carved, lifelike stone statues, grinning ear to ear.
A middle-aged man pointed, eyes wide: "Y-You're Fairy Tail! You're wanted—"
He slapped his forehead. "Oh, right! No magic left—who are we gonna arrest? Haha!"
"Exactly~" Edolas Lucy hoisted a statue high, flashing a bright, slightly sly smile.
"Keep a God of Chaos statue at home—repels jerks, boosts luck! First come, first served—first ten get a discount!"
An auntie in the front sprinted forward at the word "discount."
"Gimme one! No—three!"
She leaned in, whispering conspiratorially: "He just left—bet these still have some leftover divine power!"
The crowd exploded. Wallets flew open; people surged forward.
"One for me!"
"Me too! No pushing!"
"Everyone, calm down! Line up—we've got plenty!" Edolas Lucy's eyes practically turned into gold coins as she took cash and handed out statues like a pro.
Lisanna watched the chaos, giggling behind her hand.
"Good thing Kana tipped us off about the god-statue thing—didn't expect we could actually sell them!"
Mira cupped her cheek, worried. "Are you sure it's okay to sell Roger statues without asking…?"
"Relax, Mira," Lisanna looped an arm through hers, winking. "Roger won't care about little stuff like this."
"Plus, your Edolas self will totally tell him—so it's not really unauthorized!"
"And hey—people get hope, feel better… we're basically doing charity!"
Mira blinked, then teared up and hugged Lisanna tight.
"Lisanna… you've gotten so smart. I'm so proud—"
Lisanna's mouth twitched. "Sis… are you saying I used to be dumb?"
Up front, Lucy reached back for another statue—nothing.
She plastered on a customer-service smile, turned, and snapped at Natsu in the back, face thunderous:
"Do you see this line?! Stop spacing out!"
Natsu flinched, holding up an empty box.
"Th-they're all sold out!"
"WHAT?! Already?!" Lucy snatched the box, staring into the void. "We brought tons!"
The crowd behind erupted:
"What do you MEAN sold out?! I waited forever!"
"Yeah! How?!"
"Of course we've got more!" Lucy shoved the box back at Natsu, hissing under her breath:
"Makarov's crew definitely made another batch—go get them!"
"Now?!" Natsu blinked.
Lucy's glare could've melted steel: "You. Got. A. Problem?"
"N-No ma'am!" Natsu bolted.
"Idiot! Don't run—take the magic four-wheeler!" Lucy yelled.
Levy leaned in, smirking like the cat that ate the canary:
"Dumb Lucy—are you a goldfish? Seven-second memory?"
"No magic left—that thing's a paperweight. What, he gonna fly there?"
Lucy choked—she had forgotten—but no way she'd admit it to her rival.
"Mind your own business, nerd! You should be carving more statues, not running your mouth!"
"HUH?!" A vein popped on Levy's forehead.
"You're the one slacking, muscle-brain!"
"Wanna fight?!"
"Bring it!"
The two instantly tangled in a cartoon dust cloud.
Mystogan watched from above, shaking his head with a fond smile, then quietly turned toward the palace.
"Fairy Tail… no matter the world, it's still Fairy Tail."