Fairy Tail: I was transported to the wrong world and became a pirate

With the elemental nature of the Flame-Flame Fruit, a Logia-type Devil Fruit, Hughes was naturally unharmed.

Sparks flew from the wound, and in no time the gaping hole in the head was restored to its original shape in the flames.

Hughes, his brow furrowed, turned around. He wanted to see which bastards were so lawless!

If he didn't have the Flame-Flame Fruit, being hit on the head like that would surely contribute to the record for the fastest death of a time traveler.

"His head was gone, yet it regenerated; he must be a demon!"

"Hurry up and kill this damned demon!"

"A demon! He's a demon, just like that family who came out of the church before, they're all demons!"

As Hughes turned around, he saw a group of villagers gripping their farm tools, pitchforks, and spears, staring at him menacingly, hurling insults at him, their eyes filled with a ferocity that seemed to want to devour him.

Hughes was slightly taken aback. He had just helped the village eliminate the demons and the evil black magic cult. There was no need to treat him like this, even if he didn't express gratitude.

You demons! Your whole family are the demons!

Fearing they might mistake him for someone else, Hughes, quick-witted, condensed flames from the Flame-Flame Fruit into his hand, pretending it was fire magic, and showed it to them.

"Hey! Look closely, this is fire magic! I'm human, not evil..."

Before Hughes could finish speaking, several iron forks fell from the sky, tearing his newly formed body into several pieces once again.

The "well" shape above Hughes's head gradually deepened...

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of voices, followed by a barrage of stones and various weapons raining down upon them.

"Damn it, can't you understand human language or are you blind?!" Enraged, Hughes' pupils widened, his right hand formed a claw, and five flames rose from his fingertips.

He made a sweeping motion in the air, and five flames flew from his fingers, transforming into five blazing streaks that bombarded the crowd ahead, the intense heat lingering for a long time...

"If you make another move, I'll wipe you all out!" Hughes glared at them, his body radiating an inexplicable aura as he roared.

Even a mental patient like him, dressed in a hospital gown, wasn't as arrogant as them.

The unruly commoner, his body engulfed in flames, fled in terror, howling in pain. Hughes, still seething with anger, grabbed a pitchfork from beside him and hurled it at him.

The iron fork passed through the crowd in front of it, fell among the people, and happened to pass through the calf of one person, freezing him in place.

"Ah, my feet, my feet! Help me! The demon is coming! Help me!"

When disaster strikes, everyone flees for their lives. Painful cries and pleas for help will only make those around him abandon him more quickly.

The villagers, wishing their parents had two more legs so they could run faster, were afraid of falling behind. They scrambled and jostled, stumbling and scrambling back to the village ahead amidst insults.

Seeing this, Hughes' anger subsided slightly.

Wisps of flame rose from the soles of his feet. He bent his knees, pushed off the ground, and propelled by the flames, Hughes leaped to the front of the unruly commoner who was immobilized by the iron fork.

"Let me go, let me go, please let me go!"

His groveling and cowardly manner prompted Hughes to spit directly at him.

"Pah! I'm the victim here!"

If it weren't for the Flame-Flame Fruit, not to mention the iron fork and spear, those stones alone could have killed him.

Grabbing the end of the fork, Hughes yanked it out of his calf, glancing at the fork in his hand and the terrified, unconscious peasant.

Hughes couldn't help but feel contempt and wanted to spit at him again, but his good upbringing made him restrain himself.

The unruly man was crying so loudly that Hughes thought he had broken his leg.

After getting closer and pulling out the iron fork, Hughes realized that only one of the forks had pierced the outside of his calf. This scoundrel could have easily pulled it out himself and run away.

Pah, you coward!

Remembering his status as a mental patient, Hughes recklessly spit out the saliva he had previously retracted.

He had originally intended to inquire about some information, but seeing this, he had no choice but to give up.

[Ding! Mission "Clear the Mountain Bandits", 1/36 of the mountain bandits have been driven away].

Hughes was somewhat taken aback by the system's sudden announcement. Hadn't he only accepted one mission: "Defeat the King of Mount Colbo"?

A page visible only to Hughes instantly unfolded, and sure enough, after completing the task, there was an additional task: "Clear out the mountain bandits".

[Drive away the bandits: A new wave of bandits has recently arrived in Colbo Mountain. They are numerous and powerful, seriously threatening the Dadan family's position in Colbo Mountain. Please defeat them and teach them a lesson with your strength.]

Note: This is a hidden quest, already automatically accepted. Currently, 1/36 of the enemies have been defeated.

[Task Reward: Improved Physical Fitness (Already Distributed in Advance)]

[Mission Penalty: The Flame-Flame Fruit will be taken back.]

Hughes focused his gaze on the mission briefing, which was still a confusing explanation.

However, it seems there was no time allotted for the mission this time. Hughes checked the list carefully several times, and indeed there wasn't.

So how was this hidden quest triggered automatically? Hughes glanced thoughtfully at the unconscious civilian on the ground and realized what was going on.

Isn't this a freebie?

Hughes casually tossed aside the pitchfork in his hand, clapped his hands, and walked toward the village where those unruly villagers had fled.

hey-hey……

His calm and unhurried demeanor was reminiscent of a cat catching a mouse.

Walking through this somewhat dilapidated village, Hughes realized that the abandoned church he had just destroyed was actually quite luxurious.

As far as the eye can see, the houses are mostly low and old, and the village roads are mostly rugged and difficult to navigate.

There were quite a few people in the village, but they weren't very friendly. If they made eye contact with him, they would panic and run into their houses, closing the doors and windows in an extremely rude manner.

"Hmm..."

The anger that had mostly subsided was reignited.

Raise your foot, bend your knee, and kick angrily...

Hughes kicked the door of the nearest house so hard that the old door, unable to withstand the weight, flew to both sides and the loud noise startled the surrounding villagers into locking their doors and windows.

Inside the house, the homeowner, who had attacked Hughes with a fork, trembled and then used his thick neck to forcibly restrain one of Hughes's hands.

"Where am I?"

The homeowner, who had initially thought Hughes was there for revenge, suddenly regained his composure after trembling.

He stared at Hughes with wide eyes incredulously: "You're asking about this?"

Hughes loosened his grip on his neck slightly and nodded indifferently.

He was neither a great saint nor interested in the intrigues and schemes of the village; these problems were left to the kingdoms, magic councils, and legitimate guilds of this world to handle.

He was just an ordinary transmigrator. If you didn't offend him, he would even look down on these trash.

The homeowner coughed a few times and took a deep breath: "This is the border of the Kingdom of Fiore. We are just a dilapidated village, without even a name... If you want to go to a big city, just leave the village, go straight, and cross a few mountains to see the town. There are trains and carriages there."

The homeowner's words gave Hughes, who was familiar with the Fairy Tail world map, a general direction to go.

Then, Hughes asked him the question he was most concerned about: "What year is it now?"

The homeowner was clearly a smart and conscious person, and did not show the slightest unusual emotion because of the answer that even a young child could answer.

His tone remained unchanged: "X778!"

Having gotten the answer, Hughes racked his brains. If he wasn't mistaken, the Fairy Tail storyline didn't start until X784, and the current main characters were probably just kids in their early teens!

It's alright, it's better to travel to the past than to the future!

Feeling quite pleased, Hughes patted the homeowner on the shoulder: "I'm satisfied with your answer; I'm also pleased with your attitude!"

Upon hearing this, the homeowner's tense heartbeat slowed slightly, and a fawning smile appeared on his face.

"But remember, you're not wrong, I'm not wrong, the world is wrong!"

"what?"

Hughes suddenly jerked his hand up diagonally on his shoulder, the back of his hand making a sharp contact with the homeowner's cheek.

The homeowner spun three and a half times in the air before landing and falling asleep like a baby!

A page that only Hughes could see unfolded instantly.

[Ding! Mission "Clear the Mountain Bandits", 2/36 of the mountain bandits have been cleared].