Lucy's "Birthday" (Pseudo-Finale)

"The next number is... 115!"

After instinctively punching out the corresponding number, Golden Softie pondered the old man's secret while quietly waiting for the next number.

"Huh... Lucy, did you get bingo?"

Hearing the silver-haired youth's exclamation, everyone looked at the sheet in Golden Softie's hands and indeed saw an X-shaped gap.

"Lucy, hurry up and raise your hand to report it, or you'll be punished! (Pink Ball)"

Just then, the gang leader's utterly miserable scream carried over, so Golden Softie raised her paw at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"B-Bingo!"

"Oh my... oh my, the first-place winner has finally appeared! (White-haired big sister holding her cheeks with a blissful expression)"

"Lucy, don't just stand there dumbly. Go claim your prize, or the Guild Master's going to blow up! (Lazy God)"

As a professional robot, Golden Softie was pushed onto the podium by Laxus and Pink Ball, where she muddleheadedly accepted her prize.

"Huh... why do I feel so cold?"

"Did I catch a cold?"

As she prepared to raise her hand and check her temperature, Lucy realized that something heavy was pressing down on both hands, making them impossible to lift.

"Wait... why does it feel like the chill is coming from my palms?"

Seeking an answer, Golden Softie lowered her head to look at her hands. What appeared in her eyes was an ice platform covered in lush green medicinal herbs.

"Huh? What is this? Why is it on my hands?"

Just as she was standing there in utter confusion, a delighted scream rang out beside her.

"Yeah!"

"I got bingo!"

"Grandpa Makarov, where's my prize?"

Ignoring the irrelevant information, Golden Softie's saved data was instantly restored after she precisely received the signal "prize" in her neural core.

"Oh, right. I got bingo. This must be