Am I Supposed to Fight Zeref?

"What... happened here?!"

By the time the Ten Wizard Saints arrived, all that remained was a hellish scene.

Corpses in various states of death littered the ground, and the dense dark magic made everyone feel deeply uncomfortable.

Less than ten minutes had passed since Zeref had begun his massacre.

Acting on instinct alone, Zeref had casually slaughtered nearly a thousand wizards who had rushed over after hearing the news while pursuing the "Da Qian Record." Among them were Dark Mages and wizards from legal guilds.

After an investigation, there was no doubt that the traces left at the scene were from black magic. Judging by the aura of the magic power, it seemed to have come from a single person.

The Ten Wizard Saints were both furious and shocked, while an involuntary fear welled up within them.

What kind of being could slaughter everyone here with such efficiency?

And why had he done it?

Their expressions changed as they looked toward the seal established by the Magic Council in the distance. Its purpose was to prevent other wizards from casually entering the forbidden spell range outside the ruins.

Two days later, further investigation results emerged—the culprit had not killed every witness. It was just that those people had been scared out of their wits and fled, leaving only corpses behind.

According to the survivors' accounts, the other party had not come to kill people at all.

He had pursued the light that flew out of the ruins all the way here. Every wizard who fought him over it, attacked him, or stood in his path had been killed in an instant.

As for his identity...

After the Magic Council conducted a comparison, the identity of the man in the portrait was quickly confirmed, though many people refused to believe it.