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Chapter 172: Expedition to the Zonia Alps, Acnologia Appear!

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Earth Land, Fairy Tail

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The Zonia Alps, a mountain range that straddled the border between the Northern Continent and Ishgar.

Legends spoke of man-eating Demons and dragons lurking in its peaks, making it a desolate and sparsely populated region.

A bright, clear, azure sky stretched overhead, the golden sun casting its scorching rays upon the barren landscape.

In this desolate land, Ian walked calmly, his steps measured, his gaze deep and serene. He had arrived in the World of Fairy Tail.

He continued his unhurried pace across the barren landscape until he reached a small, isolated pavilion. There, he stopped, gazing out at the vast, imposing mountain range.

There was nothing here. Or rather, there was nothing here yet. No signs of human life.

This was the location of a Hundred-Year Quest:

Expedition to the Zonia Alps.

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A Hundred-Year Quest was a mission that had gone uncompleted for a century. Such quests were exceedingly rare in the world of magic, with only a handful in existence. Each one was notorious, steeped in a history of failure and death.

Countless mages had attempted these quests, only to fail, many losing their lives in the process. They were the most dangerous missions in the world.

Naturally, the rewards were also the highest.

Completing a Hundred-Year Quest would not only bring immense wealth but also instant fame, elevating both the mage and their guild to legendary status.

After all, a guild capable of completing a Hundred-Year Quest could surely handle any other commission. Their workload, and consequently their income, would skyrocket, bringing prosperity to all their members.

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"I've found you, Demon."

A deep, resonant voice broke the silence. Ian, expecting this, wasn't surprised. The tranquility wouldn't last.

Whoosh!

A burly, red-haired man with a scruffy beard appeared, a familiar figure. A wave of immense magical power emanated from him, far exceeding that of an S-Class mage. This was the power of a Wizard Saint.

In the entire Fairy Tail guild, only Gildarts Clive possessed power comparable to that of the guild master, Makarov Dreyar. The sheer force of his magic shook the very earth.

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Ian's hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, but he remained rooted to the spot, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The hallmark of a Wizard Saint's magic was its ability to alter the environment, causing the magical particles in the air and the earth to go wild.

"Gildarts? I just arrived from another world. I thought for a second that Shanks, had followed me here." Ian murmured.

Fairy Tail's strongest S-Class mage, Gildarts Clive, wielded the incredibly destructive Crush magic, capable of shattering anything he touched.

Almost every Wizard Saint possessed power on par with an Admiral or a Yonko. The Spriggan 12, in fact, likely surpassed them, as this world had actual gods.