The Youngest S-Class Mage

Rumble!!

The collapse of the earth stretched for tens of kilometers, and the average depth of the entire Grand Canyon of Terror suddenly dropped significantly due to today's accident, leaving behind a new legend.

Unlike Gildarts Macao and Wakaba didn't fall directly down the cliff. Instead, they were left hanging precariously on the cliff face, swaying in the wind, looking quite disheveled.

The two stared blankly at the earth-shattering cataclysm beneath their feet, cold sweat streaming down their faces, speechless for a long time.

Wakaba's large airplane nose was no longer firm, but it had become a soft, disheveled mess. However, he still lit a cigarette for himself, trying his best to maintain his composure.

"Cough cough cough, we still have hope." Macao coughed a few times to bolster his spirits, then looked at Wakaba and continued, "That kid Eleven's magic crystal is still in our hands. He'll definitely come looking for us, and then..."

As he spoke, Macao hurriedly took out the magic crystal he had been carrying carefully to encourage himself and Wakaba. However, he was stunned when he saw the magic crystal he had taken out.

The once shimmering magic crystal had now lost its luster—no, it had completely changed its appearance, becoming dull, hard, and utterly devoid of any distinguishing features or value.

"This isn't just an ordinary rock!"

Enraged, Macao threw the stone in his hand into the depths of the canyon, panting heavily.

He finally understood: the two of them had been played like fools from the very beginning. Eleven had never handed over the magic crystal; it was all just an illusion.

Wakaba, who had long since seen through the illusions of life, hung on the cliff and swayed in the wind, exhaling a thick plume of white smoke. The smoke rose in curves with the rhythm of his swaying, spreading through the air, giving off a sense of desolation as if he had seen through the world's illusions.

"Macao, let's forget about the S-Class Exam for now," Wakaba said, taking another deep drag of his cigarette and gazing intently into the distance.

Macao, mimicking his best friend, casually gazed in one direction and smiled nonchalantly, "Yeah, let's leave the opportunities to the younger generation."

Upon hearing this, Wakaba turned around and looked at him. The two old buddies exchanged a smile, everything understood without a word.

Okay! I'll use this line when I get back to the guild!

Meanwhile, Eleven completely ignored the two lazy old men and returned to the spot where he had fought Gildarts. After a brief exploration, he began digging into a hidden crevice in the rock, and soon two more shimmering magic crystals fell into Eleven's hands.

That's right, these are the two magic crystals that Eleven originally possessed. He didn't give them to Macao, nor did he keep them for himself. Instead, he replaced the magic crystals with two stones from the rock wall. Then he wrapped these two ordinary stones in illusion magic and gave them to Macao.

This is Eleven's greatest asset, allowing him to act recklessly. Even after being reduced to a tiny figure, he remains the only one on the field who knows the whereabouts of all the magic crystals, still possessing an absolute advantage. It can be said that from the moment Eleven obtained the second magic crystal, the outcome of this assessment was no longer in doubt.

With four magic crystals in his pocket, Eleven was naturally delighted. He had perfectly completed the mission, while the other three idiots hadn't managed to keep a single magic crystal. This once again proved that Eleven was definitely the wisest person in the guild!

Eleven grew happier the more he thought about it, and even his flying posture became somewhat arrogant. He flew with an air of grandeur towards Makarov, who was still waiting for the victor's return at the entrance of the canyon.

At that moment, Makarov stared blankly at the still-collapsed Grand Canyon, lost in thought.

Makarov couldn't understand it. He truly couldn't comprehend how those brats could destroy a canyon filled with rocks like this. How did they manage it? Even he, one of the Ten Wizard Saints and a powerful mage, didn't think he could complete such a large-scale demolition operation in half a day. How did those brats manage it?

Could it be Gildarts? It must have been Gildarts! But what was that guy doing? Why would he go to such lengths to destroy the canyon's landscape? Did something happen? Are the children alright?

"Grandpa, I'm back! Hehehe, here are four magic crystals!"

Just as Makarov was deep in thought, Eleven suddenly appeared with a grin, holding four Sensing Magic Crystals in his hands. He presented them to Makarov's nose as if presenting treasures, his smugness undisguised.

"Forehead"

Makarov was startled by Eleven's sudden appearance and it took him a while to come to his senses before he looked seriously at Eleven and the four magic crystals in his hand.

"Eleven, what exactly happened in the canyon? Are the others alright? Why did Gildarts do that?"

Compared to the exam results, Makarov was clearly more concerned about the children's safety at this moment, and a series of questions left Eleven completely bewildered.

What? What mischief has Gildarts gotten himself into this time? This guy's up to no good! He's already sent him underground and he's still making the chairman worry. That's too much!

"Well... everyone else should be fine. They're not so weak that they can't handle a landslide of this magnitude."

"As for Gildarts, old man, please don't be angry. You know he's often absent-minded, and it's inevitable that he'll make a mistake by accident. Calm down."

Hearing Eleven's words, Makarov felt a little relieved, but at the same time, he began to feel secretly annoyed. Sure enough, it was that brat Gildarts did this! Honestly, he's not a kid anymore, how come he's even more troublesome than those brats!

Just then, the falling rocks nearby suddenly Crush, and Gildarts emerged from them carrying the unconscious Laxus, followed by a disheveled Macao and Wakaba.

Makarov was relieved to find everyone alive and well, with no one missing limbs. The next second, he glared at Gildarts, his beard bristling.

"Haha, President, I'm sorry, I was too careless!"

Sensing Makarov's gaze, Gildarts smiled sheepishly. He thought the guild master was blaming him for letting Eleven take all the magic crystals, so he immediately admitted his mistake, never expecting that a huge scapegoat would be pinned on him.

"Hmph!" Makarov snorted coldly and turned his head away, clearly quite displeased.

Gildarts: [·_·]

Ignoring Gildarts, Makarov looked in Eleven's direction, and a broad smile instantly spread across his old face.

"Eleven, congratulations! You have successfully passed the S-Class Mage trial. From today onwards, you are S-Class Mage!"

In X778, at the age of 15, Eleven Brain successfully advanced to S-Class Mage, becoming the youngest S-Class Mage in Fairy Tail's history!