Master, You Wouldn't Want...

As dawn broke, after spending most of the night together, Hughes gradually adapted to the horrific scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his nose and mouth were no longer as resistant to the putrid stench as they had at the beginning.

I took a deep sniff... Ugh!

Overestimating himself, Hughes was convulsed by the fumes and quickly plugged his nostrils again, which brought him some relief.

Sure enough, sports that challenge physical limits should be left to ambitious young people; a mentally ill person like him wouldn't participate.

Nearby, after working for most of the night, researcher Makarov finally straightened his hunched back and slowly stood up from the ground, his bones cracking.

This is what elderly people with osteoporosis look like, Hughes thought to himself as he heard the voice.

"President, is Satan really sealed here by God?"

Makarov nodded. The magic circle on the ground was indeed a type of sealing magic circle. Although the magic circle was broken, it still showed its former terror, and the array patterns contained divine power, with Curse Power permeating the circle.

The situation is indeed consistent with the records in "The History of Earth-land" written by the first president Mavis.

Makarov had previously regarded this book as a travelogue; now it seems he'll have to study it carefully once he returns to the guild.

The battlegrounds between gods and demons recorded in "The History of Earth-land" are not limited to the Clover Grand Canyon, and it is not only demons that are sealed away.

Perhaps, in places unknown to anyone, the Primordial Demon and gods, originally sealed away, have already escaped their seals and are lurking in the shadows.

Makarov rubbed his temples in frustration, getting a strange feeling that he was going to be very busy in the future!

Makarov glanced casually at Hughes and withdrew his fingers from his furrowed brow.

Makarov:... Hmm?

Makarov:(˘ω˘)

With my two Admiral Gildarts and Hughes, what is there to fear?

Hughes, oblivious to the subtle changes in Makarov's expression, walked up to the magic circle and poked at the mysterious runes on it with his finger.

According to the setting of the chosen one and the time traveler, Uncle Hughes should be able to obtain great opportunities from this ancient ruin.

Makarov, feeling inexplicably pleased, noticed Hughes jumping around on the magic circle and asked, somewhat puzzled, "Hughes, what are you doing?"

"Oh, this magic circle swallowed my things."

Makarov:?(´･ω･`)?

He's here, so why doesn't he see that Hughes is missing something?

Moreover, this is a one-time use magic circle. Satan's release from the seal means that the divine magic circle is now useless. How could it possibly cause trouble under his nose!

"Hughes, what's missing?" Makarov asked curiously.

"Gods and demons must have left me with many forbidden and Super Magic spells; they're stored in this magic circle, but they haven't returned them to me!"

Suspecting that Hughes was teasing the old man again, Makarov raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance.

"So, Hughes, this is what you're looking for. I found them while analyzing the magic circles earlier."

Hughes turned to look at Makarov, his eyes shining brightly, as dazzling as the rising sun.

He knew he was the chosen one!

"I discovered two forbidden spells engraved on the magic circle sealing Satan. One weakens physical vitality, making it most effective against those with strong bodies; the other is a sealing spell, specifically designed to seal Elementalization magic. I've already fully grasped its meaning. Do you need me to teach you?"

Hughes's eyes lost their light, he picked his nose, and then flicked it at Makarov.

Makarov is such a fool, he's being played like Natsu!

Unfortunately, the wind-up was too long, and Makarov easily dodged it.

"You bastard Hughes, how disgusting are you!"

"You old man, you disgusted me first!"

"You tricked me first! What bullshit about gods and demons leaving you Super Magic and forbidden magic that were swallowed up by the magic circle? Listen to yourself, who but someone with a screw loose could say such a thing!" After roaring and shouting these words, Makarov suddenly froze.

It seems Hughes does indeed have some mental issues...

"Hey! Hey, you old geezer, are you thinking about something bad again?"

Makarov sighed, deciding not to stoop to the level of a mental patient, and took a few steps forward to chase Hughes away.

"You brat, stand back! I'm going to destroy this sealing formation."

As soon as he finished speaking, an incredibly powerful magical force emanated from Makarov's body, and platinum light shot straight into the sky. It was as if countless flashbangs had been thrown into the small valley, forcing Hughes to close his eyes.

He knew that the old man hadn't used his full strength when he fought Jose!

The platinum light that enveloped the entire mountain valley shone on the magic circle that sealed Satan, causing the array's patterns to slowly dissolve.

You should know that this is a magic circle personally set up by God to seal Satan.

One breath, two breaths...

The platinum light gradually faded, replaced by a strong wind, a wind formed from immense magical power, a wind like a bone-scraping knife, which sliced away the mountain of corpses behind Hughes.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour...

Hughes only opened his eyes when he heard heavy breathing. Makarov was slumped on the ground in front of him, covered in sweat, clearly exhausted.

Hughes scanned his surroundings. The magic circle that sealed Satan had dissipated; the mountain of corpses behind him, composed of the bodies of demonic beasts and wild animals, was gone, leaving only the dark red soil on the ground to tell the story.

Makarov didn't use any magic; he simply relied on his own powerful magic to dispel all the filth.

Hughes's lips twitched; this was terrifying power.

"Don't think of me as so powerful. The magic circle that sealed Satan is already broken and is just a facade."

"Your flames could do the same, but I just don't want to damage the Clover Grand Canyon, since that would cost money!" Makarov, panting, slowly stood up and explained.

"Old man, are you trying to teach me to learn from you when doing missions, to control my power and not damage the surrounding environment?"

Makarov nodded with satisfaction. Hughes was still a blank slate, and Makarov's example was meant to instill the right values in him.

He couldn't let Hughes become like Gildarts, who always ended up destroying mountains or towns during missions.

Not only did he entrust 70-80% of the money to be used for compensation, but he also caused Makarov to be frequently complained about and criticized by the Magic Council.

With this guidance, Hughes will surely become a good role model for the guild in the future.

Hughes couldn't stand the old man's smug, self-satisfied look as he stroked his beard with his eyes closed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Recording Magic Crystal.

Jose, you still have a long way to go!

A strangely familiar voice entered his ears, and Makarov opened his eyes, his stroking motion halting.

The Recording Magic Crystal in Hughes's hand just happened to play a golden beam of light that destroyed several mountain peaks behind Jose.

"President, what were you saying just now?"

Makarov, his face contorted with grief, removed his hand from his chin, revealing a tuft of white beard in his palm. "Hughes," he said, "I'm an old man in my eighties, frail and weak, I can't withstand any more hardship!"