Keep your magical system a secret

"Well, boy, you scared me. I'm not interested in meeting new strange people, whatever power you've shown I know nothing about it," Niard said, looking at Deox with admiration evident in his attractive features, although his fear could be sense in his voice tone.

 Deox has a very dark eyes and the gleam shining from them made Niard feel more confident to keep lying about his a knowledge of magic. 

The alley was quiet except for the echo of their conversation. The air carried a refreshing breeze as Deox made a gesture of display, slowly bowing to greet Niard with much respect. 

"I'm Deox, specialized in dark magic. My talk might seem like nonsense to you, but what the empire doesn't know is that there are magic users, luck we are, we wanted for you," Deox said enthusiastically.

 Niard's eyes narrowed in annoyance. He wanted to go to the library and finish reading to win the his system's mission. Of course, he was very curious about other magic users, so he swallowed hard.

"How can you be sure I'm the chosen one? Who's the lunatic who would believe in the existence of magic?" Niard said provocatively. Deox raised an eyebrow in disapproval, a mix of dark emotions reflecting in his eyes.

"The old hag who gave you the most powerful system in the universe is dead. Do you need more proof than this, Niard Lux? believe me, the future of the entire universe is in your hands. Do you know how long my ancestors have been waiting for you, boy? A hundred years," Deox mouthed, his hands clenched in anger. A black aura emanated from his grasp, coinciding with a smile on his face, his long black hair adding to his captivating demeanor.

Niard felt a little flustered. He felt there was no point in lying about his magical powers, but this system he obtained didn't provide him with magical abilities as effective as those he read about in fantasy books.

"Okay, I don't want to lie to you, Deox. I'm a user of a magical system, the last one to speak with the senile old man before he vanished, I mean die," Niard confidently pronounced, believing the world should know about the existence of magic, it might change the concept of lots of things. 

"Hey, Deox! Where are you? What are you doing? Leiyo will start his speech soon, hurry!" shouted one of the academy students from a far, he seemed to be from the second building, he was wearing a yellow ribbon behind his shirt collar.

Deox didn't turn towards the student who was calling him but kept his eyes on Niard. Silence enveloped them for a few minutes, just to be broke by Deox with a few simple words.

"Keep your magical system a secret. I'll see you again, Niard," Deox whispered as he ran towards their building, which was about a five-minute walk from the library. Niard sighed, his heart filled with excitement and a myriad of questions swirling in his mind.

"I want to know more about my system and the nature of the magic that old man spoke about," Niard said aloud, feeling his feet only when they touched the library floor tiles. 

He had only two books left to finish on the first floor. He delved into the history of humanity, which had changed over the ages. The emperor had sanctified the ideal of perfection and sought to create flawless humans, arguing for the continued existence of the human race.

He read some research articles about the existence of resistance against the ideal system invented by the empire. 

"Pardon me boy, are you looking for something specific?" asked the librarian, after observing Niard, who had finished reading all the books on the first-floor shelf. Midnight was approaching.

Niard stepped back. Students usually didn't stay at the library at this late hour, and he had never seen the librarian before, but he had heard about his presence from some students and his fluctuating mood.

"I'm Mr. Beck, the librarian. Do you need help finding something?" the librarian repeated his question. Niard shook his head in denial remembering Deox's talk about keeping his magical system a secret. He didn't know why, but the librarian's looks were strange, sending shivers down Niard's spine.

"I want to improve myself, to rise to the rank of a leader maybe a major, Mr. Librarian Beck," Niad said with his sparkling eyes, surprising Mr. Beck, who adjusted his glasses. With a prideful smile, he took a step towards Niard, exuding confidence.

' Oh God, the declaration of being in this position suddenly occurred to me. I remembered the late leader Nayo, who was unique in that he stood against the empire and bravely fought against their idealistic system. But he was assassinated by unknown forces, as the documents indicated,' Nirad thought to himself. 

There was something inside him telling him that Nayo had something to do with magic, but nothing detailed about the nature of his struggle. He wondered why documents like these were left in the library.

"You remind me of someone from my old days. All boys dream of reaching the top, but less who be there," said the librarian as he opened the door leading to the second and third floors of the library. These floors were off-limits to freshmen, and to be exempted in this way was wonderful, but Niard's joy didn't last long.

"Perhaps this is a trap to extract information about me, but I strongly desire to complete this system's mission," Niard moved his lips without a sound as he entered the second floor. Countless shelves extended to the towering ceiling, an immense amount of books whispering for him to come and read them. 

"Oh, my God, I feel like what I've read doesn't even count for a quarter of this floor. How many books are here?" Niard asked as he examined the floor's contents.

"Five hundred thousand books, and eighty-seven historical scrolls," the librarian replied proudly, as if he memorized every part and book in this library.

Niard began reading until he almost nodded off, if not for the system alert that woke him up. His eyes were yearning for sleep, unable to read the entire notification except for one sentence:

 "Congratulations, the mission has been completed ahead of schedule."