Fairy Tail: Vector Manipulation

Chen Fan figured it didn't matter. There would always be chances to show off his strength in the future. His ability level was still too low right now; he wasn't suited to being the first to stand out.

Besides, countless predecessors who had transmigrated before him had said, "Keeping a low profile is the way to go." So he didn't explain.

And so, Chen Fan settled down in Fairy Tail.

Money or Your Life

The next day, Chen Fan was once again sitting at the guild's reception desk, with Makarov seated beside him.

Watching the lively guild, Chen Fan always felt like something was missing, but he just couldn't remember what. Seeing Makarov squinting as he smiled at the bustling guild, Chen Fan wondered, Doesn't he find this boring?

Wait, boring... That was it. Chen Fan was bored. This feeling of having nothing to do made him deeply uncomfortable. After thinking it over carefully, he decided he ought to do something.

Natsu, Gray, and the others had invited Chen Fan to play with them, but could he agree? He had been an adult once, after all. There was no way he could play with a bunch of kids.

He had originally wanted to chat nonsense with the grown men, but they considered Chen Fan a child—and a cute one at that—and actually wanted to tease him for fun.

Suddenly, Chen Fan remembered that he had promised to give someone cosmetic surgery yesterday. He also seemed to have several private orders. He hadn't expected to forget them all. No wonder several people had been looking at him with resentful eyes that morning. As if he had suddenly realized something, Chen Fan slapped his forehead.

Turning to Makarov, he saw that Makarov was still watching the guild members fool around and chat with great interest. He must be getting old, Chen Fan grumbled inwardly. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly be this bored.

"Master, Master, Master!!!"

At first, Chen Fan spoke to Makarov in a gentle tone. When Makarov ignored him, he drew out his voice. When Makarov still ignored him, Chen Fan got angry and shouted at him.

Bang!

Chen Fan's shout startled Makarov so badly that he tumbled headfirst off the table with a huge crash.

Makarov slowly climbed back up from the floor and returned to the table. He rubbed the spot that hurt from the fall, then rubbed his ears. "Oh, it's Chen Fan. What is it...?"

Chen Fan leaned closer, smiling as he said, "Master, look. Everyone in our guild is so passionate, youthful, and full of vitality." After saying that, he paused and struggled to think. It had taken great effort for him to come up with three complimentary adjectives. Chen Fan, who had never even passed elementary-school Chinese, was exhausted by it.

Makarov nodded approvingly, pride written across his face. Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Chen Fan's face broke into a lecherous grin that looked incomparably sleazy.

Suddenly, Makarov felt a chill run through his body. He cautiously looked around, but when he turned back, Chen Fan had already replaced his expression with one of admiration and respect.

Seeing that nothing seemed unusual about Chen Fan, Makarov quietly asked, "Chen Fan, did you feel a cold breeze just now?"

Chen Fan was stunned at first, but his eyes immediately shifted as if he had thought of something. His expression turned serious as he said to Makarov, "Master, have you recently been feeling chills all over your body from time to time?"

After Makarov nodded, Chen Fan continued, "This is 'epilepsy,' a condition common among the elderly. It's an extremely serious illness. The only thing that can compare to it is the legendary 'convulsions.' Patients with this disease often feel cold breezes passing by."

Seeing Makarov's unconcerned expression, Chen Fan became even more serious. "Of course, that's only the early stage. In the terminal stage, patients will suffer full-body convulsions and foam at the mouth. In mild cases, they become demented."

As he spoke, he interlocked his fingers, rolled his eyes upward, and pulled his mouth into a grin, making the face of a mentally disabled child with twenty-three pairs of chromosomes. Because he failed to control the corner of his mouth, drool accidentally trickled out, making Makarov's heart pound wildly.

"In severe cases, they won't recognize even their own relatives and will kill anyone they see—rape them first, then kill them. Women are one thing, but men..."

Before Chen Fan could finish, Makarov's face had already turned deathly pale. He grabbed Chen Fan's hand and shook it desperately, tears streaming down his aged face. "Chen Fan, save me! Please save me! Save me!"

"You're my master. Of course I'll save you." Chen Fan's face radiated holiness as he spoke like the Buddha.

But his face immediately fell again. "But I don't have the tools!"

"No tools? Then go buy them."

"I want to, but..." As he spoke, he rubbed his right thumb and index finger together, making the universally understood gesture.