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Chapter 373 Surgery Successful
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"You've gotten stronger again? Your magic... truly seems to have no limits."
Looking at Moen, Gildarts was filled with emotion.
Especially after learning that this was Moen's fifth enhancement, his expression became quite exaggerated. Before he set off to do the "Centennial Mission," Moen didn't have so many fancy features.
Back then, Moen was already a genius, but he was still within the realm of understanding. At least Gildarts was confident that he could suppress him. But now it's different. Gildarts feels a lot of pressure when facing Moen now.
"There's no way around it. People like us with mediocre talent can only rely on hard work and sweat to gradually become stronger. It's impossible to explain to people like you who start with super magic."
Moen spoke with a grin, but his words made Gildarts's lips twitch. What was he saying? What did he mean by "mediocre talent"? What did he mean by "only relying on hard work and sweat"?
Gildarts admitted that Moen had indeed been working very hard, even starting a "rolling" trend in the guild, with young people following him in their training, which greatly helped their growth. He had indeed put in a lot of effort.
However, the ability to become stronger simply by putting in effort is an incredibly powerful talent. There are many people in this world who, no matter how hard they try, cannot improve even a fraction of their abilities.
The statement that you can succeed and become stronger as long as you work hard and put in the effort has limitations, because the human body has its limits!
Gildarts felt this very strongly because he had already reached the limits of that body.
Over the years, apart from constantly accumulating magic power through diligent practice, he felt that it was indeed difficult for him to improve any further.
"Being able to keep getting stronger...that's really great."
Gildarts sighed again, he was even a little envious of Moen, because Moen's growth was far from reaching its limit.
Moen is only nineteen years old; no one knows how high he can go in the future.
"Uncle, you're really got a Versailles vibe..."
This time it was Morn's turn to be speechless. He knew all too well how terrifying Gildarts' strength was, and that Gildarts' strength had been terrifying since he was a child.
Nineteen years ago, Gildarts was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. At that time, his strength had already reached its peak. When he fought with others, he strictly restrained himself and did not allow himself to use magic. He only used his fists and feet to fight, because if he used magic, it would inevitably result in bloodshed.
Even now, Gildarts maintains this habit, and he mostly attacks his enemies with his fists and feet.
His incredibly powerful "Crush" magic is used solely for defense, to defend against enemy magical attacks. His "Crush" magic can even crush enemy magic, unless it's the legendary dragon scales that can be immune to magic or nullification magic that can change the nature of magic. There is no magic that his magic cannot crush.
While it's certainly frustrating that one's strength hasn't grown much over the years, getting a max-level account in the game of life early on is something many people dream of.
If he could, Moen would wish he could skip all the intermediate efforts and directly unlock all thirteen [Golden Cloths].
And it has awakened the Ninth Sense to its maximum level.
However, if that were the case, he might not be who he is now. Sometimes, when everything comes too easily, people don't cherish it. Without the process, one loses the surprise and the thrill of constantly becoming stronger.
Just like joining the "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect" in a game, it will greatly shorten the game's lifespan and make the game less fun.
Of course, Moen's idea is based on the premise that his current life is actually going very smoothly and he is very happy.
An unhappy life, a life full of suffering, is another matter entirely.
Moreover, Moen has already activated "Wind Spirit Moon Shadow". Although he has only activated "a little bit" of it so far, it is enough for him to live comfortably. Activating it a little bit is not considered activation. Activating it a little bit is just for fun. It will not make him suffer setbacks everywhere, nor will it make him reach the abnormal point of "I don't eat beef".
"Hearing these two talking about this kind of thing here is infuriating! Can't they even consider how other people feel?"
In the hospital room, Mirajane couldn't help but interrupt Gildarts and Moen's mutual flattery. She felt her veins throbbing and she was about to faint from anger at these two.
These two are geniuses who have unlocked an easy mode in life; they simply don't take ordinary people like them seriously at all!
"You're not an ordinary person either."
Erza couldn't help but chime in, saying that Mirajane and people like her had no right to say anything. Their talents were just not as freakish as Gildarts and Moen's, but they had already surpassed the realm of ordinary people.
"According to you, there are no ordinary people in 'Fairy Tail,' or at least everyone knows magic and can make a living by using it. Just in that respect, they're luckier than most people."
Mirajane rolled her eyes and retorted to Erza's words.
Mirajane considers herself to be talented, but still within the normal range, just like Erza, Juvia, and others who have awakened magic. They are special but not special, at least not unique, unlike Moen.
Mirajane used to think that Uncle Gildarts was the same, but now it's different. Uncle Gildarts was scared by Moen. Their talents are obviously not in the same league anymore.
Now it's not just Mirajane who thinks so. Seeing that Gildarts was shocked by Moen's talent and even felt inferior to him, everyone who came to visit Gildarts changed their opinion and placed Moen in "the best of the best".
This is very different, and it's a huge change. In the past, when people talked about the strongest mage in "Fairy Tail", Gildarts was the first person they would think of.
There was no way around it; Gildarts had carried this title for over twenty years, facing countless challengers and countless talented young men. Gildarts had been waiting for this for over twenty years.
Unfortunately, no one could surpass him, not even one who caught his eye. It wasn't until recent years, with the emergence of these young talents in the guild, that he finally saw hope.
Especially Moen, who was a challenger who truly put pressure on him, a genius who could surpass him.
"Whether Moen is the strongest or not, we'll only know after we fight him!"
Faced with everyone's discussion, Natsu stubbornly shouted, "Gildas has only admitted that Moen's talent is stronger than his, but he has not said that Moen has already surpassed him."
Sometimes, Natsu is very good at grasping the key points; in fact, he's always very clever when it comes to issues that Natsu cares about.
Natsu is very concerned about who is the strongest mage in Fairy Tail, and he has been eyeing this "throne" for a long time.
The king on the throne, his companions, and the pursuers running ahead of him all concern Natsu greatly.
As for whether the throne has changed hands, Natsu doesn't want to draw a conclusion unless Moen really dethrones the king and defeats Gildarts. He only cares about battle records!
"No, that's too dangerous."
Gildarts shook his head upon hearing Natsu's words.
In the past, Gildarts would not have refused such an offer, but facing Moen now, he was hesitant, not out of fear, but because he was worried that he would lose control once the fight started.
In the past, he was always relaxed and at ease, treating the challenges from the guild members as a game. But facing Moen now, he had a strong feeling that if he didn't go all out, he might really lose.
"Let's play again when Moen is as good as I used to be. I believe that day isn't too far away."
Looking at Moen, Gildarts laughed heartily. He didn't mind Moen becoming stronger than him at all. On the contrary, he was looking forward to the day when Moen could fight him with ease and control, completely dominating the rhythm of the battle, so that even if he used his full strength, he couldn't hurt Moen in the slightest.
"How could this be?!"
Natsu was shocked; he hadn't expected Uncle Gildarts to be unwilling to fight Moen!
"Alright, alright, everyone get out! I'm about to begin the surgery!"
However, Natsu's shouts were quickly silenced, and Boryusika angrily chased the chattering group away.
These guys delivered the goods but won't leave. They keep making a scene here. This is her home, not a market!
When Polyusika unleashed her power, everyone immediately cowered like turtles. Natsu, who had just been shouting, dashed out as fast as he could, afraid of being scolded if he was late. Even Moen had to smile obediently and retreat obediently, even helping to maintain order.
No matter how powerful you are outside, once you return to the guild and face these respected seniors, you have to be respectful and humble.
"Bang!"
Grandma Poliusika slammed the door shut.
"Snapped!"
The door was opened again.
"Quiet down! Don't bother me!"
Polyusica glared at everyone with great dissatisfaction, left behind this sentence, and then slammed the door shut.
The group looked at each other, but no one spoke.
"You got scolded, didn't you?"
Only old man Makarov spoke up, gloating. He hadn't gone in, but had been watching the show from outside with his hands behind his back. Now, seeing a group of people being kicked out by Polyusika, the old man laughed heartily; he had long expected this outcome.
"Makarov!!!"
However, the old man's laughter abruptly stopped as soon as he finished speaking. Grandma Poliusika's angry shout froze his smile. "Uh, cough cough..."
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The old man coughed twice, then sat down on the grass next to him and behaved himself, which made everyone try to suppress their laughter.
"Haha~ Even the president is afraid of Granny Poliusika!"
At this moment, only one person's voice was still "sounding," and that was Warren. He spoke directly using "telepathic magic." When he used it, he didn't actually have to say the words aloud; he could directly transmit what he wanted to say.
Because of this characteristic, whenever he is afraid of heights, he will unconsciously send a distress signal to the minds of everyone around him.
Upon hearing this, the crowd glared angrily at Warren, because most of them lacked the ability to transmit information without speaking. Even though Warren had set up a "network," most of them could only "send voice messages" and not "type."
Moen smiled helplessly. As long as these guys were around, it would always be this lively, and everything they did would be interesting.
However, when it was time to be obedient, no one joked around. At this moment, because Grandma Poliusika was undergoing surgery, they all stopped making a fuss and waited quietly.
With everyone working together, it didn't take long to gather all the medicine needed for the Gildarts surgery and the materials needed to make the prosthesis.
The first thing to gather was the materials to make the prosthesis, since making a prosthesis takes time. The medicine was only delivered today, and the prosthesis was ready, so the surgery could be performed immediately.
The surgery was successfully completed in a short time, and now not only were the people at the door kicked out, but even Gildarts was kicked out.
Gildarts had been recuperating these past few days, and under Granny Polyusica's seemingly reluctant but actually meticulous care, his internal injuries had basically healed. Therefore, it wouldn't take long to replace his prosthetic limb. Polyusica's medical skills were truly awe-inspiring; he could move freely immediately after the prosthetic limb was replaced.
"Thank you so much, Dr. Polyusica!"
Although Gildarts was kicked out of the ward, he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and thanked Polyusica.
"Thank you so much, I'll take my people and leave right away."
Poliusica left those words behind and then closed the door.
"Haha~ Let's go now."
Gildarts chuckled in response. He moved his left arm and left leg, and the feeling was truly amazing. It had absolutely no effect on him, allowing him to cast spells perfectly, and his limbs looked no different from normal ones.
"That's amazing!"
Even Moen couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at this "medical skill." This realistic prosthetic technology is probably even better than that of Cyberpunk 2077. But that's to be expected; just look at Erza's eyes.
"Actually, I don't care much about my appearance, as long as it doesn't affect my use of magic. But Dr. Porlyusica is very considerate and took the initiative to make this lifelike one for me."
Gildarts laughed and explained that he was also a "strength-oriented" person and didn't care much about the appearance of the prosthetic limb. However, Ms. Porlyusica clearly had strict standards for her work and didn't care whether Gildarts cared or not.
As everyone was chattering around Gildarts, a sharp "crack" suddenly came from inside the house, as if something had been broken, instantly silencing the lively atmosphere.
"Haha~ Stop talking, stop talking, let's go!"
Moen smiled and urged everyone to leave quickly, otherwise Granny Poliusica might lose her temper again.
Everyone obeyed and left with Moen, except for Wendy and Charlotte. She stayed behind to help Granny Poliusica tidy up the room, and only she dared to do so.
After spending so much time together, it seems that Poliusyka has accepted Wendy's presence, and the two of them, one old and one young, do indeed get along very well.
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