Standing by the window, Marco looked at the pitch-black sky outside.
There wasn't really much to see in Magnolia at 4 AM.
Turning back to look inside the room, Marco's eyes imdiately fell on the suit of armor displayed on the stand.
Clean and tidy, with a slight tallic sheen, the style was quite imposing.
Clean, neat, with a faint tallic sheen and a majestic design—this was the birthday gift Erza had given him six months ago.
Unfortunately, this armor wasn't produced by the system, so it couldn't be stored in the system space.
Marco's "Requip Magic" couldn't take effect on it, so it could only be displayed as a decorative item.
Next to this armor were many other objects, all gifts from everyone.
The less practical ones could only be displayed to gather dust, like the wooden handcuffs Laki had given him.
It must be said that everyone's hobbies were truly diverse.
Who would have thought that the seemingly intellectual Laki enjoyed collecting various torture devices?
"Clink!"
Marco flipped a gold coin, watching it spin several tis before landing back in his palm—heads up, with his face engraved on it.
This was the lucky gold coin Cana had given him, supposedly blessed by a "divination master" and extrely effective for ensuring his safety.
Marco strongly suspected this "divination master" was Cana herself.
In comparison, the dessert Wendy had given him turned out to be the most practical—at least it was edible and had been consud long ago.
Oh, and there was that supposedly best-selling adventure novel from Levy.
He'd already read it, and the quality was just average at best.
The fantasy adventure novels in this world were too primitive.
They desperately needed so dinsional-crushing content from another world.
Over the past six months, Marco had already started writing and his book wasn't far from completion.
At the sa ti, he'd begun working on his own exclusive BGM the.
As for Natsu and Gray's gifts... better not ntion them.
Natsu gave him a monster bird egg that never hatched, and Gray gave him a life-sized ice sculpture that couldn't fit in the fridge and had long since lted.
He really couldn't see what was so cool about either of these things.
Marco's room was filled with nurous gifts collected over the years.
Whenever any guild mber had a birthday or during holidays, he would prepare gifts, so naturally everyone would reciprocate.
Relationships were built through such thoughtful efforts.
If you don't keep others in mind, why would they care about you?
Putting the lucky gold coin in his pocket and wearing his headphones, Marco headed out to begin his morning training.
*****
"Pegasus teor Fist!"
After a simple warm-up jog, Marco started throwing punches.
Over the past six months, his Pegasus teor Fist had beco increasingly proficient.
[Pegasus teor Fist - Beginner, Proficiency: 380/500]
In just half a year, the proficiency growth had been astonishing—more than tripling, with progress far surpassing previous rates.
This dramatic improvent was partly due to the Cloth's enhancent.
Marco now trained while wearing the "Equuleus Bronze Cloth."
As the "brother constellation" to Pegasus, this Cloth also provided so boost to the 'Pegasus teor Fist'.
On the other hand, the increase in actual combat brought additional benefits.
Proficiency improved much faster in real fights than through empty swings.
Over the past six months, Marco had been frequently venturing out, taking on nurous monster-hunting missions.
Not only had he saved up a decent sum, but he had also earned himself a small reputation.
"Haa~"
After practicing his punches for a while, Marco began to ditate.
Unlike Natsu, who was freakishly able to enhance his magic power without ditation, Marco never shied away from putting in the hard work.
Marco firmly believed in the saying: 'During training, sweat is on your face. After training, sweat is on your enemy's face.'
The Equuleus Bronze Cloth emitted a faint glow, connecting with the constellation in the sky.
Tiny specks of starlight showered down onto Marco, rging into his body and amplifying his magic power.
Over the past six months, Marco had forged an increasingly strong bond with the Equuleus constellation in the night sky, reaping greater benefits as a result.
For instance, during ditation, he could now absorb the star magic power from Equuleus.
This magic power was incredibly pure and greatly aided in expanding the reservoir of his magic source.
"Huuuu" Marco exhaled deeply as the starlight on his body gradually dimd.
He opened his eyes, a fleeting azure glimr passing through them.
'If I establish connections with all the constellations in the space, wouldn't that an every star would shine for the mont I ditate? Wouldn't the entire sky's radiance descend upon ?'
Marco looked up at the sky, his heart brimming with visions of the future.
By now, dawn was approaching and the starlight of Equuleus had already vanished.
Yet Marco could still feel that connection with the stars.
Every star in the Equuleus constellation seed to pulse with joy for him.
Having finished his morning training, Marco returned ho.
As soon as he arrived, he ran into Makarov, who was excitedly rushing out the door.
"Marco! Perfect timing—co with to the guild right now! We've got news!"
Spotting Marco, Makarov's eyes lit up and he imdiately grabbed Marco's arm, dragging him towards the guild in a hurry.
"What's going on? What news?" Marco was puzzled.
He noticed Laxus trailing behind Makarov, which was a rare sight.
"It's news about Eisenwald! The Magic Council has finally manage to find out where Eisenwald is located!" Makarov exclaid excitedly.
He had been waiting for this day for a long ti.
"Huh?" Marco was taken aback.
Well, well—finally!
If this had taken any longer, he might have completely forgotten about the whole thing!
"What kind of work efficiency is that? Why does the Magic Council took so long for sothing simple as this!" Marco couldn't help but complain.
This was the official organization overseeing all magical affairs across the continent of Ishgar—what a bunch of incompetents.
"Don't bla them. The people you captured were tough nuts to crack. They had magically concealed the guild's location in their minds. The Council had to put in a lot of effort to uncover the true whereabouts of the Eisenwald guild."
Makarov defended the Magic Council, speaking objectively.
Though the Council often gave him trouble—issuing reprimands over trivial matters—he didn't deny the importance of its existence.
"If you ask , there's no need to gather the whole guild. I could handle Eisenwald alone." Laxus interjected from behind, his face full of reluctance.
He wanted to take down the Eisenwald guild single-handedly.
"Don't underestimate them, Laxus." Makarov frowned, cautioning Laxus.
He felt Laxus was being too much of a lone-wolf.
"Hmph." Laxus snorted coldly, turning his head away and refusing to speak or look at Makarov any further.
"..."
Marco pursed his lips, choosing not to contradict Makarov.
After all, the old man had initially planned to single-handedly take down the Eisenwald Guild himself.
But upon reflection, Makarov certainly had the qualifications to do so, whereas Laxus hadn't even beco an S-Class Mage yet.
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