My Bugged System Made Me Too OP!-Chapter 28: So what if you survived

The last Supreme Magus, according to the text, had originated from a kingdom known as Lesv.

That was the same kingdom Noah lived in, and its name had been repeated several times throughout the book, almost reverently.

It situated in the southern continent, which was described as fertile, stable, culturally rich—a land where magical research flourished under royal sponsorship.

It was clear from the tone of the book that this claimed him proudly.

Every accomplishment of the Supreme Magus was intertwined with the kingdom’s prosperity. Victories in battle were described not merely as his triumphs, but as Lesv’s glory. His presence beside the king was framed as the pillar that upheld the era’s stability.

Even though he had existed roughly two centuries ago, the reverence in the text suggested something deeper than mere historical acknowledgment.

It felt like pride.

The kind that passed down from generation to generation.

As though his shadow still lingered over the kingdom.

As though his legacy remained part of their identity.

Noah’s fingers tapped lightly against the book’s spine.

It had been two centuries, yet the name of the last supreme magus still carried a lot of weight, stirring admiration strong enough for an entire kingdom to boast of him.

A faint flicker of thought crossed Noah’s mind.

’Power like that...’

He lowered his gaze, where the system tab was still floating.

[Daily Quest]

Read 10 books (1/10)

Reward: 20 EXP

Penalty for failure: None$&@?

He stared at it quietly.

"Nine more to go..." he murmured under his breath.

The panel flickered faintly before disappearing again.

He reached for another book.

—

Minutes later.

The library doors creaked softly as Noah stepped back into the hallway.

The corridor stretched long and quiet, sunlight pouring in through tall windows along the stone walls. A few students passed by, chatting casually, their uniforms swaying as they walked.

Noah adjusted the strap of his bag again.

"You really are back in the academy." a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

Noah’s steps slowed, and he finally came to a halt. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

His eyes narrowed slightly before he even turned.

He didn’t need to guess who it was.

He rotated his head slowly, and his gaze met Lloyd’s.

Lloyd stood a short distance away in the hallway, Rad and Drey positioned just slightly behind him on either side.

The three of them formed an unmistakable presence.

Noah’s expression immediately tightened.

His brows furrowed, then his lips pressed thin.

"...Lloyd," he muttered, barely able to conceal his irritation at the sound of the name.

Lloyd’s lips curved upward.

He began walking toward Noah with measured steps, his posture relaxed, hands loosely at his sides.

"We need to talk," Lloyd said lightly. "Follow me."

Noah let out a short scoff.

"Who do you think you are," he replied coldly, "to order me around?"

His eyes didn’t waver.

They held steady against Lloyd’s, unflinching.

Lloyd’s eyes widened, taken aback by Noah’s words.

The usual calm, arrogant composure he wore like armor flickered for a brief instant, and in that moment, his disbelief was obvious.

"You... dare talk back at me..." he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took a step forward. "...you sure have grown wings."

Drey and Rad, who stood on either side of him, had strange expressions on their faces.

They kept glancing at Noah, then back at themselves, as if not sure whether the boy in front of them was real or just a ghost.

After all, they were both still spooked by how he was standing in front of them, even though they were so sure that he had died that night.

Their breathing had become slightly uneven, and they shifted weight nervously from foot to foot.

Unlike Lloyd, who attempted to remain outwardly composed, they were visibly struggling to maintain calm, and their struggle was obvious.

Noah scoffed again, the corners of his lips lifting into a confident smirk.

It was like he had already anticipated their reaction all along.

He walked closer, and stopped directly in front of Lloyd, standing tall in his own right despite being slightly shorter.

His posture radiated confidence, his gaze locked unwaveringly on Lloyd, steady and piercing.

"Don’t think you’ll go scot free," Noah said. "Whether you’re the Count’s son or not, I’ll make you pay."

A chill ran down Lloyd’s spine at Noah’s words. He felt it coil along his nerves, subtle yet insistent, and he subconsciously shrank back, his body instinctively trying to create distance from the boy before him.

Noah was a little shorter than Lloyd, but in that moment, he felt as if Noah were casting a vast, unshakable shadow over him.

The presence was not literal, yet it weighed upon him, pressing into his mind with an intensity that made him step back further, almost without realizing it.

He shook his head quickly, forcing himself to dismiss the feeling.

’It’s impossible... I can’t be intimidated by him...’ he told himself, attempting to reclaim control over his own thoughts.

Still, he gnashed his teeth, frustration and embarrassment mingling in a bitter taste in his throat.

The realisation that he was unnerved by Noah, that he had allowed himself to be affected, was hot and humiliating.

He forced out a dry chuckle, harsh and brittle.

"So... what if you survived..." The words were meant to sound defiant, to show Noah that he wasn’t intimidated.

But there was still a subtle crack in them, betraying the cool impression he was trying to give.