It's been eighteen years since I was reincarnated into this world. There was no warning. No system prompt. Not even a memory of how I died. I just… appeared. A baby, abandoned in a forest—until an old man in a jester's outfit found me. His name was Makarov. He was kind. Wise. Warm in a way I never expected. He took me in without hesitation and raised me as his own. No questions. No conditions. Before I even understood what was happening, I was living under his roof, treated like family. He gave me a new name: John Dreyar.
Only later did I learn the truth about him—that strange old man wasn't just kind, he was the Guild Master of Fairy Tail. The name stirred something deep inside me. I remembered hearing it in my previous life—not the story, not the details, just the title. That was when I realized it. I had been reincarnated into an anime world. But honestly? I didn't care. I was happy.
I asked him about everything—magic, the guild, the rules of this world—and he answered with endless patience. Then I asked the only question that really mattered. "Can I use magic too?" He nodded. "Yes. You have can." I was so happy that I asked him to teach me immediately. He agreed, but only the basics. Anything beyond that, I would have to discover on my own. So I trained, asked to join the guild, and he said yes without hesitation. Just like that, I became a member of Fairy Tail. The people there were loud, chaotic… and kind. I also lived with his grandson, Laxus. We didn't talk much. When Father tried to make us bond like brothers, we both nodded. Neither of us actually tried. He sighed every time.
After I mastered the basics, Makarov stopped teaching me. From then on, everything was self-taught. My Primary Magic Is Enchantment Magic. I spent countless hours in the guild library, devouring every book I could find, until one day… I found it. An old, tattered book. Most of its pages were missing, ripped or burned away by time. Only one spell remained intact: Berserker Enchantment. It was labeled "basic." It had a clear activation chant. It didn't explain what it did. That should have stopped me. It didn't. I liked the name. I memorized the chant. And I cast it on myself.
My body twisted. My bones screamed. My vision changed. I became a monster. I didn't know how to turn back, and in my panic, I ran out of the library. The guild didn't recognize me. They attacked. I didn't feel pain—not even a little. It was just… annoying. "Stop," I said. They froze when they heard my voice. "It's me. John." Shock spread across their faces. They started asking questions. I shrugged. "I don't know." No one understood enchantment or transformation magic well enough to help.
Then Makarov arrived. He looked horrified. "Are you still sane?" he asked. I tilted my head, confused—and nodded. When I asked how to fix it, he hesitated. "Try… thinking about returning to normal." He wasn't sure—Berserker wasn't supposed to be a transformation magic. But it worked. My body reverted. And then the pain arrived. Everything I hadn't felt slammed into me all at once. I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was healed. I was in the care of Porlyusica, with Makarov sitting nearby. They asked me to explain everything. I told them about the book, the spell, and what happened. Makarov's expression darkened. "That spell is called Berserker. It's considered basic… but it's also forbidden." He explained why: it gives overwhelming power and destroys the mind. I told him the truth. "I feel fine." No madness. No insanity. Makarov and Porlyusica exchanged uneasy looks. He'd always suspected I wasn't normal. Now he was certain.
Then he told me what should have been shocking. "You were found as a baby in the forest," he said. "The name 'John Doe' was stitched into your clothes. When I adopted you, I gave you a new name: John Dreyar." I blinked. "Oh. I see." I already knew. And I didn't care. What mattered was the life I had now. He looked stunned, maybe even impressed. I bowed my head. "Thank you." He smiled gently. "There's no need to bow. You're my son." He was right. I call him Father. If he hadn't found me, I probably wouldn't be alive.
When I asked why he told me all this, he answered honestly. 'I think you have some kind of unknown power—something that makes you immune to certain types of magic.' Something twisted in my chest. Happiness. Maybe… I got a cheat. Porlyusica examined me thoroughly. Nothing abnormal. Nothing visible. Nothing provable. I wasn't cursed. I wasn't sick. After that, I was free to go.
Satisfied, I returned to training—though not before being scolded for recklessly using magic I didn't even understand. Even so, I chose it as my primary magic. I would evolve it. I would make it stronger.
Year X778
Time passed, and by the time I turned twelve, I had become so strong for my age. Even so, I trained relentlessly to grow stronger—physically, through meditation, and by every other method I could find. Makarov told me multiple times not to push myself so hard, but it was useless. I never listened. He only sighed and let me be.
New faces began joining the guild. There were many of them, but the most talented was Erza—the red-haired girl who used Requip magic. Then there was Gray, a shirtless mage who wielded Ice-Make magic. And the most unusual of them all was Natsu—pink-haired, wild, and fiery in every sense of the word.
We found him in a forest, just like me—though he wasn't a baby. He claimed he was searching for a dragon named Igneel. At first, I thought it was nonsense. Dragons? Seriously? But Makarov believed him… so I did too. I guess this really is a magical fantasy world, after all.
Oh—and apparently Natsu is a Dragon Slayer. Makarov said it like it was a big deal. I mean, sure, it sounded cool. But Natsu didn't exactly look like someone who hunted dragons. Maybe he'll live up to the name when he's older.
Life in the guild was wild. The new generation was full of monsters—mages who were powerful, talented, and terrifying in their own ways. I was included in that group… but even among them, I was the strongest.
Natsu and Gray fought constantly—probably because of their opposing elements. Erza often stepped in to stop them. She was clearly the strongest among them, and they were definitely afraid of her.
Me? I kept my distance and trained alone.
Eventually, Makarov encouraged me to socialize more, so I did. I started spending time with them—Natsu, Gray, and Erza. We slowly grew closer, and I began sparring with them. I won easily, of course.
There was a time they asked me to use my full power. I did as they wished… and sometimes, I went too far. Makarov scolded me heavily for that.
I always apologized when I crossed the line. They always said it was their choice. In the end, I accepted every spar as experience.
Natsu was the one who challenged me the most.
Over the years, we experienced joy, laughter, tragedy, and pain… but all of that is in the past.
And now, here I am. I've become the strongest (Self) Enchanter in Fairy Tail. When it comes to physical strength, no one surpasses me. My magic works only on myself—I can't enchant other people or objects.
Sometimes, I wish I could reach Saitama's level… but I know it's impossible. This isn't his world. Maybe if I'd reincarnated into his universe, I would've ended up with those absurd powers too. But I didn't. I landed here. And honestly? That might have been for the best. This world is far more peaceful than his, anyway.