Multiverse Share: 36 Worlds at the Same Time

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"Nothing's impossible," Renzo said coldly. "Just sit tight. You'll pay for everything you've done."

As he spoke, his Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan briefly flickered. The next second, he activated Takamagahara and tossed Brain into the domain like garbage.

With that dealt with, Renzo finally turned to Erza and extended his hand. "Come on. I'll take you to meet up with Rob and the others. Then I'll get you all out of this hellhole."

"Mhm!" Erza nodded sweetly, reaching out with her small, battered hand to take his.

"Wait, let me heal you first."

Seeing the cuts and bruises on her body—along with the hidden internal injuries caused by exhaustion—Renzo felt both angry and heartbroken. He quickly cast two holy healing spells, bathing Erza in a soft, golden light.

"Ah… this feels… so warm…" Erza's eyes widened in surprise.

She felt waves of soothing warmth flow through her body. Her wounds started healing right before her eyes, and even the long-term damage she'd endured was rapidly fading away. Then, a strange itching came from her right eye—her damaged eye.

Erza froze. Wait… could it be?

A few seconds later, she could clearly feel her blind eye regenerating, bit by bit.

"This… Is this really magic? Magic can do this?" she muttered in disbelief, completely stunned.

Soon, her right eye was fully restored. Tentatively, she removed her eyepatch. The moment light entered the eye again, tears streamed down her face.

For a moment, she couldn't even tell if she was crying from the emotional release… or because her eye was reacting to the light after so long.

"Not just any magic can do that," Renzo said with a soft smile as he gently patted her head. "That's a special kind of healing magic—my magic. Come on, let's go meet up with the others."

Erza nodded, her eyes still misty. "Um… I just realized, I don't even know your name. I'm Erza. Erza Scarlet. What's yours?"

"I'm Renzo! But you can call me Renzo-niisan."

"Okay!" she beamed.

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A few minutes earlier…

Renzo's magic clone had just teleported to the lowest floor of the Tower of Heaven.

"Who goes there?!"

"An intruder! Take him down!"

Before the dust could even settle, members of the Dark Cult had already spotted him and charged in without hesitation.

"Heh," the clone chuckled coldly. No words—just action.

"Ice Make: Ice Storm~Wolf!"

Inspired by Esdeath's signature move, he unleashed his version of Ice Make magic. Massive, spectral ice wolves materialized and immediately lunged at the cultists, ripping into them with brutal precision.

The wolves were agile, ferocious, and incredibly strong. In seconds, the place descended into chaos.

"AAAGH!"

"Get them away from me!!"

"Help! Anyone!"

"Fight back—wait, no—AHH!"

"My leg! My leg!!"

Screams echoed through the floor of the tower as the dark mages were torn apart one after another. Renzo's clone showed no mercy. In fact, he was getting more ruthless by the second.

And why would he hold back?

These scumbags had massacred entire villages, butchered innocent civilians, and enslaved children—forcing them to do hard labor, whipping and cursing them for the smallest mistake. They had broken countless young souls.

Even if these children were rescued now, the trauma would stay with them forever.

It would haunt their dreams.

Their futures.

So no—Renzo didn't feel an ounce of pity. These monsters deserved no mercy.

"Man, I really hope my version from Akame ga Kill shows up soon so we can finally analyze Esdeath's abilities. Ice magic is the best, hehe~"

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on the other side

"What are those things?!"

"They look like real wolves, but… they're made of ice?!"

"Wait—they're only going after the cultists! Are they here to save us?"

"Look! Over there! Someone's casting magic—it must be him!"

As the situation shifted, the prisoners finally began to stir from their dazed, numb state. They realized the wolves were attacking the cultists exclusively—and someone was behind them.

Hope began to flicker in their eyes.

Still, most didn't dare move. They were scared. What if this failed?

What if they got caught?

If they were wrong… the consequences would be fatal.

"The emblem… That's the Fairy Tail guild mark!"

An old voice, hoarse and raspy, spoke up from behind a rusted iron gate.

Master Rob dragged his battered body to the bars and looked out toward the figure standing in the distance—the boy wielding ice magic like a storm.

"He's… one of us."

Rob dragged his frail, battered body over to the prison bars. Through the gaps, he saw a young man in the distance, casting one wave of ice magic after another.

When he spotted the familiar emblem on the back of the boy's hand, his eyes welled up with tears, and he whispered in disbelief, overcome with emotion.

"Huh? Grandpa Rob, is he really from your old guild? Did he come to rescue us?" Simon, Jellal, and the others looked on in surprise.

"There's no mistake!" Rob nodded fervently, his voice trembling with hope. "I just… hope he can pull it off."

But worry quickly crept into his voice. The boy didn't look that old, and even though he carried himself with confidence, Rob couldn't accurately gauge his power level.

He muttered under his breath, glancing around nervously, "Is he alone? Did he come here by himself? Where's Makarov? Did he not send anyone?"

"Don't worry, old man!"

Suddenly, a voice echoed directly in Rob's mind—clear and calm.

"The Guild Master isn't here yet—he doesn't even know about this place. But it's fine. I'm more than enough to handle this mess myself."

"You heard me right. I'm actually stronger than the Guild Master. Heh!"

Before Rob and the others could even react—

Whoosh!

Renzo appeared right outside their prison, holding Erza by the hand.

"Grandpa Rob! Everyone!"

Erza waved excitedly at the group, her face lit up with joy.

Then, noticing they were still locked up, she let go of Renzo's hand, summoned a magical circle, and conjured a glowing magic sword. With a single slash, she cut through the chains on the door.

The lock clattered to the floor, and Erza swung the gate open, waving them out.

"Come on, everyone! We're free! Renzo-nii already took down the strongest enemy here. We're safe now!"

"Erza?"

"Wait—really?! It's Erza!!"

"Are you okay? What about your eye?"

"Whoa… her eye—it's healed!"

Simon, Jellal, Millianna, Sho, and the others ran up to her in shock and excitement. When they saw her right eye—the one the dark cult had blinded—was now fully healed, they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Ehehe~ That was all thanks to Renzo-nii! He's amazing!"

Erza beamed, her heart finally at ease now that she was back with everyone. Renzo stood calmly by her side, and in the distance, they could see another version of him—still summoning ice wolves to tear through the remaining cult members.

"Renzo-nii?"

"Wait a sec… why are there two of him? That guy over there looks exactly the same!"

Simon and the others were startled to realize there were two Renzos—one beside them, and another wreaking havoc on the cultists from afar.

"Oh, that's probably just one of his clones," Erza said casually, as if it wasn't a big deal.

"A clone? That strong and it's just a clone?"

Rob walked over, still stunned, and looked Renzo in the eyes. "Kid… you're really from Fairy Tail?"

"Sure am, Grandpa Rob!"

Renzo smiled respectfully. "I was scanning the area using a magical satellite when I picked up some strange signals from this sea region. I came to investigate and found the Tower of Heaven."

"I also sensed you here, and saw that Erza was in danger. So I stepped in."

"Sorry I didn't get here sooner. Please forgive me, sir."

He could tell just from a glance—Rob's body was already on the brink of collapse.

It wasn't the physical wounds that concerned him. The real danger lay in his damaged Magic container. Rob was clearly in agony.

To use Magic, a Mage draws on the Magic Power within their body, which is made up of Ethernano—the very essence of magic itself.

Every Mage possesses a core, a container of Ethernano that defines the limits of their Magic Power.

So when that core is damaged and Ethernano begins to leak uncontrollably, it's not just magic that spills out—it's their life force. It was practically a death sentence for any wizard.

Even Renzo wasn't sure if his holy healing magic could completely restore a shattered Magic container.

"You're too kind. No, you're not late at all."

Rob shook his head with a smile, his heart swelling with gratitude. The children—his children—were finally safe.

He had long made peace with his own fate, but all he ever wished for was for Erza and the others to escape this nightmare alive.

Now, that wish had come true.

Even if he died today, he could go in peace.

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