Fairy Tail: This Healing Mage's hits hurt so much!

At 3 a.m., a few lights were still on in the university town, indicating that people were staying up all night.

He rubbed his sore eyes, typed the last punctuation mark on his graduation thesis, and stared at the words "30,000 words" on the screen.

I clicked the save button and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I'm so hungry. After we finish this barbecue, I can finally get a good night's sleep..."

He mumbled something, his eyes were bloodshot, and his head was throbbing.

The aroma of cumin and chili wafted from a street food stall, and he was happily planning to treat himself to a late-night snack when an out-of-control pink truck sped towards him.

His last thought came to mind.

He hasn't submitted his graduation thesis yet! He's been working on it for three days and three nights straight!

When he opened his eyes again, he felt no pain as he had expected, nor was he in the cold morgue. Instead, he was floating in a boundless, pure white space.

There was no sky, no earth, nothing at all; it was so quiet you could almost hear your own heartbeat.

"Is this... heaven?"

He instinctively reached out to touch himself, but only felt a blurry mass, without any sense of touching a solid object.

"Am I really dead?"

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry~"

A sweet yet flustered girl's voice rang out.

He turned his head and saw a girl in a long white dress floating in front of him.

"Who are you……"

"I am the goddess in charge of guiding souls."

The girl scratched her face and stuck out her tongue in apology.

"I was distracted just now. I meant to pick up the drunk driver next door who ran a red light, but I accidentally hit you instead... I'm so sorry!"

Did they hit the wrong person?!

He was completely stunned, and his anger surged up instantly:

"You bumped into the wrong person?! Do you know how many sleepless nights I've spent working on my thesis? I'm about to graduate, about to start a new life! Just because you were distracted, I'm dead?!"

The goddess shrank back at his shout and quickly waved her hand.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry! I'll make it up to you! A huge compensation!"

A soft golden light condensed at her fingertips.

"How about I send you to the world of anime to enjoy yourself? No need to go to work or write papers, plus I'll give you super healing magic that can cure external injuries, internal injuries, and curses—it's top-notch for saving your life! Plus, it comes with a perfect character model!"

"Anime world? Sword Demon?"

Before he could react, the goddess gently touched him, and golden light instantly enveloped him.

"Alright, alright, it's settled then. Have a great time in the new world!"

"Wait! Please delete my browser history and the study materials on my hard drive!"

His shout was swallowed by the light, and his consciousness sank again, feeling his body lightly falling, falling...

I don't know how much time passed, but then I felt a cool touch on my cheek, carrying the scent of grass and earth. A gentle breeze blew by, making it slightly chilly.

He struggled to open his eyes, and what came into view was an unbelievably clear blue sky and wild grass swaying in the wind.

He moved his fingers and found that his hands were small, soft, and chubby, not like an adult's hands at all.

Looking down, I saw that I was wearing a thin white top, and my body had shrunk to the size of a three-year-old child. I even had difficulty sitting up.

"No way..."

He opened his mouth, uttering a soft, childish voice, and lay on the grass, on the verge of tears.

That unreliable goddess, even if she sent him to another world, didn't she have to turn him into a three-year-old?

His 30,000-word paper should at least be submitted by now.

The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became.

That 30,000-word thesis was the result of countless sleepless nights, and now it's gone without even a backup.

Even the most powerful healing magic can't fill an empty stomach.

He pouted, struggled to prop himself up with his short legs, and looked around, hoping to find someone.

Just then, footsteps came from the path in the distance, and an old voice hummed a cheerful tune.

He looked up and his heart skipped a beat, pounding wildly.

The short, white-bearded old man with a pointed hat—who else could it be but Makarov?!

Fairy Tail will grow long! The Ten Wizard Saints! Professional child kidnapper!

He actually traveled to the Fairy Tail world and even encountered Makarov on the outskirts of Magnolia.

His mind was racing.

Now he is a helpless three-year-old child, one of Makarov's kidnapping targets! Nice!

He immediately suppressed his grievances and complaints, his little face fell, his eyes reddened, and he put on a pitiful look, rubbing his eyes with his chubby hands, his voice soft and gentle.

As Makarov approached, he raised his large, watery eyes and let out a voice trembling with tears.

"Grandpa, I'm hungry..."

Makarov had just returned from visiting Poryusika and was on his way back to the guild when he heard the soft, sweet voice. He paused, looked down at the child on the grass, and stopped in his tracks.

The boy had soft, light golden hair, fair skin, and emerald green eyes. At this moment, his face was pale from hunger, making him look both pitiful and adorable.

"Oh dear, whose little darling is this? Why is she here all alone?"

Makarov's heart softened instantly, and he quickly squatted down to meet Makarov's gaze, speaking in an incredibly gentle tone.

"You're so hungry, where are your parents?"

The boy pursed his lips, shook his head slightly, and continued to play the role of a helpless child.

"I don't know... Riyao can't find his mom and dad. Riyao is so hungry, so sad..."

He took the initiative to reveal his name, "Riyao".

Feeling that his original name didn't sound good, he changed it to one that sounded more fitting for the place. As for his surname, he couldn't think of a meaningful one right away, so he simply pretended he didn't remember it.

Makarov looked at the lonely sun and felt increasingly sorry for it.

He had lived in Magnolia his whole life and had never seen such a heartbreaking doll; it was clearly a lost or abandoned child.

Fairy Tail is a home for wanderers; the guild welcomes both adults and children.

"Good child, don't cry, don't cry."

Makarov gently stroked his hair with his rough hands, and a gentle magic enveloped the boy, instantly putting him at ease.

"Grandpa will take you to eat something delicious, okay? From now on, you can stay with Grandpa."

Riyao's eyes lit up instantly, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He still looked timid on the surface, but stretched out his chubby little hand.

"Thank you, grandpa..."

Makarov smiled and picked up the tiny boy. Riyao was as light as a cloud, soft and fluffy.

He could clearly sense that a gentle yet exceptionally pure magic flowed within the child, making him a natural-born mage.

"What a lucky child."

Makarov sighed softly, then turned and walked toward the town with Sunrise in his arms.

"Come on, Grandpa will take you back to Fairy Tail. There are lots of delicious things there, and lots of older brothers and sisters to play with."

Sunlight nestled in Makarov's warm embrace, inhaling the faint scent of tobacco and herbs emanating from him, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He quietly raised his eyes, looking at Magnolia, which was gradually becoming clearer in the distance, and at the iconic, bustling guild building, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Although he lost his original world, lost the thesis that had kept him working until he went bald, he was turned into a three-year-old child.

Fortunately, he arrived in his favorite world, met the gentlest Makarov, and even gained healing magic.

That unreliable goddess, though careless, made some decent compensation.

His stomach was still growling with hunger, but Riyao's heart was already filled with anticipation.

Fairy Tail, this guild full of bonds, passion, and warmth, will be his home from now on.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them.

Sunlight nestled obediently in Makarov's arms, clutching his clothes with her little hands, feeling the healing magic slowly flowing through her body.

"Grandpa, I will be good from now on."

"Haha, good, good!"

Makarov laughed heartily, his voice carrying throughout the countryside.

"Our little Sunrise will now be a member of Fairy Tail!"

Riyao blinked, gazing at the old man's kind smile, and thought silently to himself.

So what if the thesis is gone? In this world, there's no need to stay up all night, no need to write papers, plenty of food and drink, and so many family members...it seems...not bad at all.

The healing magic within him flowed quietly, warming his limbs and bones, and soothing the unease brought about by the transmigration and death.

The words of that confused goddess in the pure white space have finally come true.

She truly gave him a second chance at life.

The wind in Magnolia was gentle and warm, and the distant sounds of the guild's commotion could be faintly heard—the sounds of home.

Three-year-old Riyao is embarking on a brand new beginning in this magical world that is both strange and familiar.

Soon, Makarov carried him into town. The streets were bustling with activity, vendors hawking their wares, mages conversing, and children playing—a vibrant and lively scene.

Riyao looked around curiously, his eyes shining as he gazed at the novel magical items by the roadside and the mages in their various costumes.

"Grandpa, where is this?"

He deliberately asked in a childish voice, pretending to be unfamiliar with everything.

"This is Magnolia, this is our home."

Makarov smiled and pointed ahead to the conspicuous, enormous building bearing the Fairy Tail logo.

"Look, that's Fairy Tail. From now on, that will be Yao Yao's home."

Riyao looked in the direction he pointed.

The guild building, which I'd seen countless times in anime, stood in the center of town, its flags fluttering, and a lively commotion emanating from within.

He knew that there was a group of loyal and noisy friends inside.

And he, Riyao, is about to become a member of this big family.

With the baby in his arms feeling warm, Makarov walked briskly toward the lights and laughter.

The healing magic pulsed gently within Riyao's body, like a quiet yet steadfast beam of light.

No one could have imagined that this seemingly harmless, three-year-old healing mage, who only ever complains of being hungry, would one day make the entire continent understand a profound truth.

Never anger a mage who can heal.

Because he heals you only so he can beat you up again.