Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

Zhou Lan smiled silently to the side.

“About the chairman…” Makarov suddenly spoke, looking at Ximu.

Ximu waved his hand dismissively, interrupting what he was about to say.

"Just kidding. I'm not interested in the position of guild leader at all," he said casually.

“Uh.” Makarov paused for a moment.

"A guild leader wields considerable power, especially a guild of Fairy Tail's caliber. Are you really not considering it?"

Beside her, Ms. Poliusika smiled and glanced at Makarov, speaking in a deliberately seductive manner.

Makarov seemed a little anxious and quickly glanced at Bolyusika.

"Power? How much power is considered great?" Ximu scoffed, his face showing disdain for the immense power that Boluxika spoke of.

“Well, actually, it’s quite a big deal,” Makarov explained methodically. “The guild leader’s opinion determines the direction for all members of the entire guild…”

"So, Phantom Lords, a guild on par with Fairy Tail, how much power does their guild leader wield?" Nishiki asked, squinting.

Makarov and Polyusika nodded in unison.

At least in the Kingdom of Fiore, the two guilds were almost equal in status and reputation.

“So they’re gone.” Ximu spread his hands and laughed. “It’s that simple.”

His words silenced the two elderly men, who lowered their heads, seemingly deep in thought.

Ximu was indeed not interested in so-called power.

The power he once wielded was beyond the imagination of either Makarov or Polyusika.

He has divided one-eighth of the world and is the sole ruler of the sky. The so-called power of the guild leader in this world is still too insignificant to him.

Aside from personal interest, the ambitions of demons can never be satisfied by a small guild.

More like the whole world.

"Alright, children," Simu said with a smile to Makarov and Poliuska.

Even though he seemed to be several generations younger than an old man like Makarov, there was not a trace of awkwardness in the way he said those words.

So much so that Makarov didn't immediately notice the change in Simu's address.

“Demons never do things without reward, and I, Ximu, am no different,” he said earnestly.

Makarov's expression hardened, and he looked intently at Ximu, listening to his next words.

“Old man, you owe me a favor now,” Ximu said, enunciating each word clearly.

Makarov nodded slowly: "I've got it."

From the moment Zhou Lan brought Ximu to Fairy Tail, he knew that these two were actually somewhat out of place in their guild.

The main theme of Fairy Tail is the bond between comrades.

But he could tell that Zhou Lan and west Mu didn't care about such feelings.

These two brothers seem to have been born with a certain kind of reclusive personality.

For them, having a partner seems to be a meaningless thing.

“I will repay this favor when you need it,” Makarov said solemnly.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

He had a premonition that Ximu, who seemed out of place, might leave the guild someday.

Makarov was almost certain of this outcome.

Similarly, he could refuse this favor, facing someone who doesn't care about friendship, especially since even if Ximu doesn't intervene now, Bolu Xika could most likely heal him.

Moreover, in this world, Ximu is not yet considered one of the most powerful beings.

But Makarov did not do that.

the reason is simple.

He slightly raised his head and met Zhou Lan's gentle and calm gaze.

The other person nodded calmly, their expression seemingly unchanging for eternity.

Zhou Lan is standing here.

That's the only reason.

Even though he is taciturn and doesn't get involved in what's happening, as long as he exists.

His opinion must be taken into account in everyone's thoughts and ideas.

Zhou Lan's opinion was equally simple, and she never hid it from the very beginning.

That's Ximu.

"They're brothers," Makarov sighed inwardly.

He was truly worried that one day he might offend the other party and they would become enemies. He couldn't bear to think about the consequences of that.

That's why, even though Ximu is out of place, and even though Zhou Lan isn't a member of the Fairy Tail guild.

Makarov couldn't dissuade someone who didn't care about camaraderie, and even tacitly allowed Zhou Lan, an outsider to the guild, to freely accompany Ximu in and out of the guild.

In short, it's never wrong to cultivate good relationships with unknown powerful figures.

In particular, this strong man was quite elegant, with a gentle and polite appearance and a temperament as serene as the moon.

Having lived most of his life navigating the politics of various guilds and kingdoms, Makarov is no fool.

"Great, then my goal has been achieved," Ximu said without any attempt to hide his feelings.

That was his purpose in coming here.

In any case, sealing Makarov was far too easy for him after absorbing and analyzing the wind elemental Aria's magic power.

Even miracle drugs are nothing special.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Looking outside, a man dressed as a mage, wearing a standard robe, stood straight in the doorway, casting his gaze into the room.

Makarov's heart sank.

"Lord Makarov, it seems you've finally woken up," the man said.

"Regarding the recent conflict between Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord, the effects of your battles, and the destruction of Phantom Lord..."

"I think the Magic Council needs to invite you to discuss this in detail."

"They've come, just as I thought." Makarov sighed inwardly.

Although the conflict was started by Phantom Lord, Fairy Tail also crossed the aforementioned boundaries.

Thus, Makarov, the so-called powerful chairman who had just woken up, immediately got up and busied himself with the upcoming official business and accountability.

"You just said the Phantom Lords were destroyed?" Makarov replied, but asked with a puzzled look, "What about Joseph?"

“Joseph…”

The man from the Magic Council murmured, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards Zhou Lan.

Chapter 324 The Invitation to the Magic Council

The Magic Council witnessed almost the entire battle between Fairy Tail and Phantom Lord.

After all, it was a battle and action between two top guilds of the Fiore Kingdom, so it was hard not to notice.

Similarly, they were unable to intervene the moment the dispute broke out.

They can only wait until things are resolved before trying to smooth things over.

Politicians are always like that.

There's no doubt that even if the world ends, these guys will never change.

They also witnessed Zhou Lan's annihilation of the Ghost Ruler.

The silence from the envoy of the Magic Council subconsciously drew everyone's attention to Zhou Lan.

Makarov seemed to have guessed something and tried to ask, "So what happened to that bastard Joseph?"

The messenger spoke with some uncertainty: "He should be dead. The Shattered Inferno was reversed and the Ghost Ruler's ultimate weapon was annihilated."

"As for Joseph, I guess he was inside that ultimate weapon and perished along with the Phantom Lord."

The envoy from the Magic Council spoke hesitantly, his uncertainty stemming from the suddenness of the battle.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the enormous ultimate weapon vanished into nothingness.

This also led to him feeling extremely heavy psychological pressure when he arrived here and stood near Zhou Lan.

Even though Zhou Lan did nothing, she simply gazed at him quietly.

But regardless, the truth must be reported, so he had to come here to ask someone to go back.

Upon hearing the news of Joseph's death, Makarov initially expressed his delight, but then sighed, revealing a complex mix of emotions.

He still doesn't understand what Joseph was after.

Even if the two are old rivals, there's no need to go to this extent.

After a sigh, Makarov walked towards the door and said, "Let's follow the procedure. Looks like we'll have to go to the interrogation room again."

He took the initiative to remind the messenger to set off.

But behind the scenes, the messenger hesitated.

After a moment of silence, with a hint of probing, he finally looked at Zhou Lan and said in a low voice, "This... uh, sir, please come along as well..."

After saying that, he quickly explained, "Of course, this is not my idea; it's the opinion from above!"

He spoke very quickly, as if afraid that Zhou Lan would hold a grudge against him.

After all, being targeted and invited by the Magic Council after such a major event is definitely not a good thing.

Upon hearing this, Makarov was taken aback, but the next second he quickly realized: "This is a matter between Fairy Tail guilds, and has nothing to do with this mage!"

The envoy, no longer as composed as he had been when facing Makarov, said weakly, "But this lord also intervened, so... well, just as I said before, this was absolutely not my intention."

He frantically stacked armor.

For some reason, he always felt that the atmosphere in this seemingly warm hospital room was quite dangerous.

"Huh—?" Ximu looked at the envoy of the Magic Council with suspicion, then glanced at Zhou Lan.

Having lived so long and been in a position of power before, he certainly understood what this meant.

He immediately realized what was happening, crossed his arms, and said gloatingly, "Ximu thinks someone's going to be in trouble."

"No, no, no!" the envoy hurriedly waved his hand, "The council would absolutely not do anything detrimental to this sir!"

“I wasn’t talking about my boss,” Ximu said cheerfully.

"Huh?" The messenger's eyes widened, as if he had just realized something. "Well... actually, I was just a messenger, there was no need for that..."

He looked somewhat frightened and took two steps back, seemingly trying to keep his distance.

It's clear that he cherishes his life.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” Ximu continued.

"Phew, that's good." The envoy breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.

"Wait, who's going to be in trouble?" The next second, he realized what was happening and looked at Ximu.

"You'll find out soon enough." west Mu shrugged and looked at Zhou Lan, saying, "Boss, what do you think?"

It's not a good thing for those in power to name names.

In an instant, everyone's attention fell on Zhou Lan.

His expression remained gentle, but the others looked solemn, as if they were afraid to hear anything from him.

The next moment, Zhou Lan spoke slowly, "Interesting."

"Interesting?" The envoy paused for a moment.