Whoever Wants to Be This Death God Can Have It

Croba City Council Meeting Headquarters

Bob said, "Oh my, I really am envious of you, Little M. You've got such a trump card in your guild."

"Unlike us, sigh~"

Makarov put on airs. "You mean that brat Ye Yang? He's still got a long way to go. Every time he goes out, he causes me a whole pile of trouble, and he's getting lazier by the day."

Gordman teased, "If that's the case, how about giving Young Ye to our guild? This old man doesn't mind trouble at all."

Bob chimed in, "That's right, that's right!"

Makarov instantly sobered up. "You old bastards are truly shameless! You want to poach my people right in front of me!"

Just then, Mirajane's projection came through.

Makarov showed off proudly. "This is our guild's poster girl. What do you think? Isn't she beautiful?!"

Mirajane paid Makarov no mind and said, "Master, there's bad news and good news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Makarov suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The... the bad news first."

"The bad news is that a group from a Dark Guild has Curse Song magic and is coming to wipe you out. Erza specifically sent word to me, telling you to be careful."

"Curse Song? I remember that being Black Zeref's magic. I never expected that thing to still exist. I understand. What's the good news, then?"

"The good news is that Erza and Ye Yang have teamed up!"

"Pfft—!!!"

"What did you say?!!!"

The moment Mirajane saw Makarov's expression drastically change, she immediately cut off the communication.

Makarov rolled his eyes back, feeling utterly lost about the rest of his life.

"It's over, it's over. I feel like I'll be spending the rest of my life in prison."

Bob said with a wicked grin, "You'd better hang in there, Little M."

Boom—!!

Suddenly, an unidentified object blasted through the roof and crashed into the meeting hall.

"Holy shit, good thing I Elementalized in advance. Otherwise, that hit would've crippled me. Forget ultra-long-distance teleportation—it's too hard to control."

Seeing the unidentified object crash down, the guild masters assumed it was an enemy attack and rushed forward.

Makarov suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Brat, why are you here?!"

Ye Yang rubbed his head.

"It's you, Old Man. It's really great that you're okay!"

The moment Bob saw Ye Yang, he immediately stepped forward.

"Oh my, isn't this little Ye Ye? It's only been a few years, and you've grown so handsome."

As he spoke, Bob reached out, ready to give him a feel.

The moment Ye Yang saw Bob—the guild master he least wanted to face—he feared he might not be able to stop himself from blasting a hole through him with a flash of golden light.

A golden flash flickered, and he appeared directly behind Makarov.

"Oh my, you're really shy. I like that so much~"

Ye Yang shuddered in disgust at the sound.

If I've done something wrong, then please let heaven strike me down instead of torturing me like this.

"Oh, right! Old Man, someone's coming to kill you."

Makarov replied, "I already know. Mira just contacted me and told me."

"We just need to wait here for that person to come."

Ye Yang's eyes lit up.

"Old Man, are you planning to make a move?"

"I've already thought of tomorrow's newspaper headline for you: Ten Wizard Saints Tear Apart Zeref's Demon."

"When the time comes, I'll help you promote it a little. It'll definitely sell like crazy!"

"Brat, is your head full of shit?!"

"I'm already this old, and you still expect me to handle this kind of thing? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!"

"Conscience? Nope. Without one, I'll only make more money."

"Ahhh! This is outrageous! Outrageous!"

Watching the furious Makarov, Ye Yang decisively chose the food on the dining table instead.

In the latter half of the night

Under the bright moonlight, Ye Yang sat alone on the rooftop, drinking wine in the gentle breeze.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and Jellal appeared, floating above the headquarters.

Looking at the brightly lit bustle below, Jellal could not help but smile. "Enjoy your final moments."

Then a voice rang out.

"Say, why are you standing up here grinning like an idiot? Don't tell me you're actually stupid."

Following the voice, Jellal looked over and finally noticed someone else on the roof. Upon taking a closer look, his expression drastically changed.

"You... you... you..."

"You, you, you—what are you stuttering for? Did I kick you so hard you became a stammerer?"

"I'm telling you, you're really slow. I've been here so long I don't even know how much I've eaten. I even took a bath and went to the toilet several times."

"And you call yourself an assassin? A Death God? How do you even dare? I'm embarrassed for you!"

"You walk around shirtless all day, skinny as fuck. Tch! You're nothing."

Veins bulged on Jellal's forehead from Ye Yang's insults, and his entire face turned red with rage.

"Damn brat! I'll kill you!!"

Wind Demon Palm!!

A powerful tornado burst from Jellal's hand.

Ye Yang drank a cup of wine and slowly raised a finger. Golden light flashed, and the tornado was instantly destroyed, scattering into the air. Another beam of golden light followed immediately after.

Jellal hurriedly gathered the storm around his body. The golden light exploded the instant it touched his cloak of wind.

The violent explosion directly shattered Jellal's wind barrier, and the explosive shockwave sent him flying.

He fell from the sky and crashed onto the ground. Curse Song, hanging from his belt, fell ahead of him as well.

Jellal endured the pain and tried to pick up Curse Song and play it.

"Just wait! Once I play Curse Song, every last one of you will die!"

At that moment, a small figure slowly picked up the Flute that had fallen to the ground.

"Yo! Young man, is this the Flute you dropped?"

Jellal looked up and saw a little old man. Clearly, he did not recognize who this person was.

"That's right, old man. It's mine. Give it to me now."

"Young man, take this old man's advice. There's an extremely evil energy inside this thing. You can't handle it."

Jellal stared at the unfamiliar old man lecturing him.

"Damn old man! Give it to me now! Or I'll kill you!"

Seeing that his warning was useless, Makarov simply stopped trying to persuade him.

"Sigh~"

Seeing that the old man would not move, Jellal got to his feet, preparing to seize it by force. Ye Yang appeared directly in front of him.

"What are you trying to do to my Old Man? Haven't you learned to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

"Don't think that just because you have white hair, you can act like an old man and throw your age around."

The moment Makarov heard Ye Yang's words, he punched him directly.

"Brat, watch your mouth! When have I ever thrown my age around?!"

"Dead old man, was I talking about you?"

Then Ye Yang and Makarov completely ignored Jellal and started arguing just like that.

Jellal pointed at Ye Yang and Makarov. He was so furious that he could not say a single word. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.