Fairy Tail: Vector Manipulation

There was something called cloning in this world. Who knew whether some pervert might clone this person? That was why Chen Fan had turned his body to ashes. He had even carefully cleaned away the bloodstains on the ground, leaving behind no clues whatsoever.

That had been Chen Fan's first injury after reaching Level 5. Although he encountered quite a few powerful abilities afterward, the gap in levels meant Chen Fan had snuffed them out before they could grow.

He wondered what kinds of abilities would emerge this time, when ability users from all over the world had gathered.

Countless monsters and humans stood around Chen Fan. No one made a sound, but every pair of eyes was fixed on him.

The air seemed to have frozen, and the atmosphere was incomparably oppressive. Although Chen Fan had blocked out light and heat, beads of sweat still appeared clearly on his forehead.

When people faced the unknown, they usually felt one of two things: excitement or fear. Chen Fan happened to be the latter.

The sweat on his forehead had already flowed into his eyes, yet Chen Fan did not raise a hand to wipe it away. He continued staring vigilantly at his surroundings. His clenched fists tightened further, and his palms were already covered in sweat from tension.

Suddenly, the crowd stirred and slowly parted to form a passage. Several people emerged from it.

Chen Fan shifted his gaze toward the passage. He recognized most of the people who came out, especially the three at the front. They were the leaders of several major forces on Earth, representing humanity, demons, and the Insectoid Race.

Among the Three Major Powers, humanity was the strongest, demons came second, and the Insectoid Race ranked last. Yet even though the Insectoid Race was at the bottom, the other two powers would never dare underestimate it.

The Insectoid Race ranked last mainly because it had too few top-tier experts. If it had as many top experts as humanity, Earth's power structure might need to be reshuffled.

The Insectoid Race relied not only on numbers, but more importantly on unity. Ants could bite an elephant to death, but before a Level 5, that was nothing but a joke. What had happened to Chen Fan was an even better illustration of that.

The three people who would normally almost never meet had gathered here because of him. Chen Fan should have felt honored.

But Chen Fan did not feel happy in the slightest. He knew the refined, bespectacled man in the middle was named Yan Wei. Yan Wei looked like nothing more than an ordinary successful businessman.

The other two also looked quite ordinary. Apart from a few indistinct racial features, they were no different from regular people. Yet Chen Fan did not dare underestimate them at all. The three were all extremely powerful ability users, and Yan Wei was known as the person closest to Level 6, possessing the superpower—Holy Word.

In some respects, this ability was infinitely close to that of a god. It was a kind of no-cost wish fulfillment, though it had certain limitations. Otherwise, Yan Wei truly would have been a god. The other two possessed formidable strength as well, but they kept such low profiles and had almost never acted publicly, so Chen Fan had no way of knowing their abilities.

Watching the three men approach with caution, Chen Fan tightly pinched a coin in his right hand. The coin had become warped from the force of his grip.

Clap, clap.

A burst of applause suddenly rang out. Yan Wei clapped and smiled as he said, "As expected of the man who turned the ability-user world upside down. Seeing you today, you truly are a young hero!"

There was a hint of emotion in his final words.

Hearing this, Chen Fan felt a little pleased, but he immediately realized something was wrong. He was absolutely not the sort of person who became happy just because someone praised him.

A cool sensation swept through his brain. Once the feeling of pleasure in his heart vanished completely, Chen Fan realized that he had unknowingly fallen for it. He was somewhat annoyed at his own carelessness, but even more impressed by Yan Wei's power. His expression became even more solemn.

As though he had seen Chen Fan break free from his ability so quickly, Yan Wei's expression froze for a moment. He quickly recovered, revealing a brilliant smile.

But Chen Fan, who was staring intently into Yan Wei's eyes, clearly saw a flicker of killing intent flash through their depths. It made every hair on his body stand on end.

Although he knew he was in great danger, Chen Fan still smiled and said, "What brings someone as busy as you here?"

"Isn't that an obvious question? Of course, I came to kill you." The smile on Yan Wei's face remained unchanged, but the moment he uttered the word "kill," Chen Fan clearly felt a chill sweep over him.

He reflexively assumed a fighting stance. "Then let's give it a try. I've long wanted to see just how powerful Holy Word is. Whether it truly is as godlike as people say." His eyes shone with excited fighting spirit. After all, battling the strong was one of his hobbies.

"No, no, no. I'm not the one who'll be fighting you." Yan Wei raised a finger and waved it from side to side, rejecting Chen Fan's proposal.

"Then who is?" Chen Fan had no idea what they were plotting, but he asked out of habit.

Just as Chen Fan finished speaking, four figures emerged from behind Yan Wei and the others.

Chen Fan was stunned. He had focused all his attention on resisting Yan Wei's ability just now, and had not even clearly seen the people behind him.