Abnormal Mental Power

Laxus made a brief appearance to put on a show, then went back to being the king of the second floor.

Noah, under the curious stares of the crowd, slowly recounted what had just happened.

Because the sleep magic had put everyone under, Noah mistakenly thought Mystogan was an enemy and immediately fought him, but he quickly realized Mystogan's identity, and the scuffle ended there.

Mystogan left, the sleep magic was lifted, and everyone woke up.

"What a letdown, so boring. I wanted to see blood flow like a river." Cana belched, looking like a bloodthirsty spectator.

The others also expressed regret that Noah hadn't taken the fight with Mystogan further.

Although Mystogan was always out and only showed up at the guild to turn in missions, he used magic to put everyone to sleep every time, and over time, that had built up some resentment.

Fairy Tail's whole deal was charging head-on.

And here was Mystogan, coming in with tricks and sneak attacks—that was so not Fairy Tail!!

Noah listened to his companions' complaints with a face full of exasperation. He'd thought their dissatisfaction came from Mystogan's actions violating them, but it turned out these guys were all just itching for a fight...

And even if it were a fair fight, among the people in this hall, only Erza and Mira might have a chance if they were prepared. Everyone else would just drop the moment they faced Mystogan's super-strong "Sleep" magic.

Sometimes, Noah felt like the people in this guild were a bit too clueless, and he'd like to call out the iron-headed Natsu specifically here.

But that was also a major feature of Fairy Tail, something you had to appreciate.

Outside the guild's main door, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly appeared, but Makarov's loud voice was exceptionally clear.

"Hey, brats! I'm back!"

Natsu scratched his head, "Huh? Chairman, weren't you here just now?"

Gray chimed in, "Yeah, that explains why Noah could fight Mystogan."

"..."

A vein bulged on Makarov's forehead. So no one had even noticed he'd left.

If it weren't for Jude coming to the guild with him, and if it weren't for leaving a good impression on Magnolia's biggest financial backer, Makarov would have taken a swing at Natsu right then and there to let off steam.

Noah handed Mystogan's note to Makarov and explained what had happened, "It was all a misunderstanding. It's fine now, Chairman, no need to worry."

Makarov nodded. This kid Noah might be lazy, but he had a good sense of how to handle things.

Jude, who was with him, showed great respect when he saw Noah, "Mr. Noah, we meet again. I'll leave my daughter in your care from now on."

Noah curled his lip, "Care? That should be your responsibility as a father, don't dump it on me. I'm only three years older than Lucy."

Seeing that Jude hadn't revealed his identity as a big financier, Lucy breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that if everyone found out she was a rich man's daughter, they wouldn't treat her with the same sincerity anymore.

Leaving Jude to Mira to handle, Noah pulled Makarov into the temporary library.

Because this was an alternate version of his old man from a parallel world, and given Makarov's character, Noah trusted him deeply.

He told Makarov about his immunity to sleep magic and asked the experienced grand mage to analyze why this was happening.

And Makarov didn't disappoint Noah. After a few minutes of thought, he gave an answer.

Spirit power.

"Sleep" magic was spirit magic. This type of magic didn't cause direct physical harm but worked on the spiritual level.

If a person had extremely strong spirit power, they could greatly resist spirit-based magic, and might even achieve immunity to it.

Saying this, Makarov, sitting on the desk, looked at Noah, "Are you really completely unaffected by Mystogan's magic?"

Noah nodded, "I didn't even feel the fluctuation of sleep magic the first time. I thought Mystogan was looking down on me, which caused the misunderstanding."

"Hiss~"

Makarov drew in a sharp breath.

Though Makarov still held a seat among the Ten Holy Mages, due to his age, his spirit power was far from what it used to be.

Against Mystogan's "Sleep," Makarov thought he could resist, but if he couldn't use "Purification" to dispel it in time, he feared he wouldn't last a few minutes before collapsing.

Besides Makarov, the hot-headed Laxus in the guild could also withstand Mystogan's "Sleep," but his spirit would still be somewhat affected.

Achieving "immunity" seemed impossible in Makarov's eyes.

Yet here was this young man before him, doing just that.

Makarov had no doubt that Noah was lying; he always trusted the children of the guild.

After Makarov's explanation, Noah came to a conclusion.

His own spirit power was so strong that it far surpassed even someone like Makarov.

But where did this "strength" come from?

After seeing Makarov out, Noah sat alone in the library, deep in thought.

According to Makarov, the strength of spirit power was innate. Although it could be increased through training later in life, the growth was pitifully small.

Could it be that when his old man created him, besides pure magic power, he added something else?

Noah shook his head, dismissing the idea. To ensure that he, as an artificial human, was born intact, Faust wouldn't add any unknown or unstable materials.

In 18 years, Noah had never specifically trained his spirit power.

It was neither innate nor cultivated through training.

That left only one answer.

Pure white magic intertwined in his hands—this was the reason Noah's mental strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Even the erudite second guild master of Fairy Tail, Precht, had never recorded this magic in his complete compendium of spells—"Prayer."

[ Ding~ You have a new otherworldly prayer commission. Please check it. ]

Noah's mouth twitched. This damn magic really knew how to time things. The moment he used it, an order came in, giving him the distinct feeling of a boss urging him to get to work.

The magic solidified, still in the form of a book. All the prayers Noah had fulfilled in the past were recorded within this "Prayer Book."

Flipping to a glowing page, Noah looked at his new commission.

[ Archaeologist Jackie Chan has run into a bit of trouble. Having lost his wheelchair, he urgently needs a pair of crutches to fight off an encirclement of the Mafia. ]

[ Reward: Otherworldly Power · Flying Kick ]

[ Deadline: Before Jackie Chan "borrows" a crutch from a passerby. ]

Noah read the commission details again carefully. He really couldn't imagine how an "archaeologist" was supposed to use a "crutch" to fight off a group of "Mafia."

And just how strong did a "Flying Kick" have to be to earn the same "Otherworldly Power" label as "Armament Haki"...

But whatever. The commission was simple enough.

Noah returned to the hall, his gaze locking onto a certain someone who had, once again, unknowingly stripped to the waist.

"Gray, make me a pair of ice crutches. Make them sturdy."