My Bugged System Made Me Too OP!-Chapter 27: Last supreme magus
Noah stood quietly at the entrance of the library.
The tall wooden doors loomed behind him, slightly ajar, the faint scent of aged paper and ink drifting out through the narrow opening.
Dust motes floated lazily in the thin beams of light that slipped through the high windows, dancing in the still air.
He paused there for a moment.
’I don’t have any class right now...’
His gaze shifted toward the courtyard in the distance, where students were gathered in small clusters, some practicing minor spell formations, others laughing loudly as sparks of magic flickered between their hands.
He looked back toward the doors.
’So I might as well read some books.’
[Daily Quest]
[Read 10 books (0/10)]
[Reward: 20 EXP]
[Penalty for failure: None$&@?]
Noah stared at the final line for a brief second.
Of course, he wasn’t just about to read for the sake of reading alone.
Not anymore.
There was a clear purpose behind it now, which was completing the daily quest as many times as he could and gaining EXP.
Even before he had obtained the system, he had always been someone who visited the library early in the day.
Long before most students considered stepping foot inside.
It wasn’t because he loved books.
It wasn’t some romantic devotion to literature or ancient tomes.
He simply didn’t have a choice.
His mana foundation had been severely weak, and in response, his magical performance in the academy was also very poor.
So he had adapted.
If he could not dominate with power, he would compensate with knowledge.
He memorized all the theoretical aspect he could about magic and the world in general.
He learned magical history, elemental compatibilities, mana circulation models—anything and everything he could absorb.
That knowledge had been his shield.
In written examinations, he consistently ranked at the top of his class, and he could properly answer any question he was asked in class.
It was that performance—those near-perfect examination scores—that prevented the academy from expelling him outright.
They couldn’t justify removing a student who excelled academically, even if his practical magic lagged behind.
But then, it didn’t stop the scorn and disdain.
This was after all a magical academy at the end of the day, someone like him who read and knew a lot wasn’t really appreciated.
Noah stepped forward and pushed the door open.
They creaked softly as they opened fully.
The interior was as he remembered.
High ceilings supported by dark beams.
Endless shelves arranged in neat rows.
Tall windows that allowed muted daylight to spill across polished floors.
The library was quiet and scanty as usual also.
Only a handful of students occupied scattered tables, their presence sparse enough that the faint sound of pages turning echoed clearly.
Most students rarely came here.
They found reading dull and pointless.
Why bury oneself in text when one could train magic in the fields?
Magic training was flashy, and far more exciting compared to reading.
Noah moved calmly between the rows and went to meet the librarian.
An older woman with thin spectacles perched low on her nose, her gray-streaked hair tied neatly into a bun.
The librarian lifted her head slightly when she sensed someone standing before the counter.
Her eyes focused through the thin lenses of her spectacles—
And her lips curved into a warm smile.
"Good morning, Noah," she said gently. "You’re here again."
Her voice carried that same calm warmth it always did..
Noah returned the smile, small but genuine.
"Good morning..." he replied softly.
His tone was polite, steady.
He was, in truth, quite fond of her.
Out of all the staff within the academy, she was the only one who never looked at him with disappointment or veiled ridicule.
The other instructors either openly questioned his place within the academy walls, or barely regarded him at all.
But not her.
She had never once mocked him.
Never once looked down on him.
If anything, there had always been a faint look of admiration in her eyes whenever she saw him arrive early in the morning or remain seated long after sunset, buried beneath stacks of books.
She once told him, quite sincerely, that she wished more students valued knowledge the way he did.
That the academy would be better if it produced scholars as well as magi.
Noah had remembered that.
The woman closed the book she had been reading and folded her hands neatly atop the counter.
"So," she asked kindly, tilting her head a little, "what brings you to me this morning?"
Noah hesitated only briefly.
Then he spoke.
"Is there... any book in the library related to the last Supreme Magus?"
The question lingered between them.
The librarian blinked once, surprised at his request.
"The last Supreme Magus?" she repeated.
Her brows rose slightly.
It was an unusual request.
Noah had never shown interest in legendary figures or historical powerhouses before. He usually gravitated toward theoretical frameworks, mana circuit diagrams, elemental affinity studies—dry, academic texts that most students avoided.
Stories of grand magi and other magus were not his typical choice.
She studied him for a second longer, mild curiosity flickering in her gaze.
But she didn’t press him.
Perhaps he was simply branching out, trying to find new interests.
That was normal.
"Of course," she said with a small nod. "There should be a few at least."
She turned slightly in her chair and began scanning the catalog ledger beside her, fingers moving with practiced familiarity as she traced lines of ink.
After a brief moment, she rose from her seat.
"Follow me," she added gently.
*
Minutes later.
Noah sat alone at one of the wooden tables near the tall windows.
A thick book rested in his hands.
The cover was worn but sturdy, embossed with elegant lettering:
The Legend of the Supreme Magus
Light streamed across the table, illuminating the faint dust that drifted lazily in the air. The library remained quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages from distant corners.
Noah’s eyes scanned the final paragraph of the Chapter he had just finished.
Then he exhaled, and closed the book.
The cover made a soft thud against the wood.
The book had not gone into much detail about the personal life of the last Supreme Magus.
Instead, the text focused almost entirely on his overwhelming power, and how he stood unmatched in his era.
It described, in dramatic prose, how he worked hand in hand with the king of that time—how together they stabilized the kingdom, suppressed rebellions, expanded territory, and ushered in what was referred to as a "golden age."
The king was portrayed as wise.
The Supreme Magus as invincible.
But that was all.
