My Bugged System Made Me Too OP!-Chapter 81: Ancient dark dragon??

’Mana Glove,’ he thought to himself.

Just as he had expected, a golden glove materialized over his right hand.

The process was instantaneous, the mana weaving together with a familiar hum of power that vibrated against his skin.

It didn’t feel like a heavy gauntlet of metal, and was instead like a second skin made of pure, condensed light, conforming perfectly to the shape of his fingers and palm.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the pair of gloves.

He immediately noticed the difference between how the gloves looked now compared to how they had appeared when he was in the Limit-Breaker state.

The visual shift was subtle to an outsider, but to his refined senses, it was as clear as day.

The gloves weren’t as thick as they had been before.

The golden light emanating from them was significantly dimmer, lacking that blinding, sun-like brilliance that had characterized his "Mr. White" persona.

The edges of the mana were sharp, but the density of the light was softer.

Noah let out a long, quiet sigh.

’It’s expected...’ he thought, a hint of realism tempering his excitement.

With the Limit-Breaker active, his rank had been boosted to that of an Arch Magus.

In that state, every spell he cast was backed by a reservoir of energy that could level mountains.

Now, despite his impressive breakthrough, he was "only" a Master Magus. He knew the laws of magic well enough to understand that the output of a spell was directly tied to the capacity of the caster’s core.

The gap between a Master Magus and an Arch Magus was truly huge.

It wasn’t just a difference in mana volume; it was a difference in the fundamental quality of the energy.

An Arch Magus operated on a plane of existence where their very presence could alter the laws of physics.

It was only natural that the Mana Glove wouldn’t have the same level of overwhelming power or durability while he was in his base state.

He was nonetheless glad about it.

Even at a lower output, having the ability to manifest the glove at will was a monumental advantage.

It meant he could now engage with ethereal or shadow-based entities without gambling his life on a cooldown timer.

He had gained a permanent solution to a problem that had once seemed insurmountable... in case such a person appeared before him again.

Among the newly acquired skills, his gaze settled on Lightning Travel.

This was the specific technique he had used to bring himself back home after the battle.

The effect of the skill was exactly as the name implied: it allowed the user to convert their physical mass into pure, elemental lightning and travel across the landscape in a single, instantaneous burst.

It was more than just a blink or a short-range teleportation.

When he was in the lightning form, the world slowed down to a crawl.

He could look down and perceive everything below him at the speed of lightning itself, his mind processing the visual data of the entire continent as if he were a god peering through the clouds.

That was how he had been able to land accurately behind his house.

Even though he was moving so far up in the sky and at a velocity that would have shredded a normal human, the skill allowed him to steer his trajectory with absolute precision.

He had seen the familiar outline of his roof and the patch of grass in the backyard as if time had frozen specifically for him to make his choice.

The only drawback of the skill, however, was its immense mana consumption.

It was a black hole for energy, a technique that demanded a staggering amount of power to maintain the elemental conversion.

He remembered the drain even when his rank was boosted to that of an Arch Magus. It was a skill meant for grand escapes or strategic repositioning, not for casual travel.

He knew that as a Master Magus, he would have to be even more careful with when and how he chose to take to the skies.

The golden gloves flickered once before vanishing into thin air, leaving Noah’s hands bare once more.

He clenched his fists slightly, feeling the residual warmth of the mana receding into his skin.

He turned his attention back to the floating system screen, scanning the long list of newly acquired skills.

As his eyes traveled over the text, he gasped lightly, his heart skipping a beat as a specific name caught his eye.

’Eye of Truth...’ Noah thought, his brow furrowing in deep curiosity. ’What kind of skill is that?’

In his initial excitement, his attention had been immediately drawn toward the Mana Glove and Mana Pulse because they were familiar tools he had already wielded.

In his haste to verify them, he had completely ignored the very first skill on the list.

He focused his mind on the name, and a sub-window expanded to provide the details.

[Eye of Truth]

[Level: 1]

[Description: You can see the true details behind anything or anybody. Note: How much information you will be able to get depends on the level of the skill and the power difference between you and what you’re scanning.]

Noah’s eyes widened in surprise. He read the description twice, making sure he hadn’t misinterpreted the system’s mechanical language.

’The true details behind anything or... anybody?’ he mused, his mind instantly racing through the endless tactical possibilities.

This was a wonderful skill, perhaps even more valuable in the long run than the combat spells he had just inherited.

In a world of deception, hidden ranks, and ancient mysteries, the ability to see past the surface was a godsend.

He couldn’t help but be surprised that he had received such a utility-focused skill at the Master rank; usually, such abilities were the province of specialized seers or legendary artifacts.

He glanced down at the small, sleeping creature nestled in his palm. Its obsidian scales shimmered faintly in the dim light of his room, and its golden horns seemed to pulse with a hidden life.

’Eye of Truth,’ Noah thought, directing his will toward the hatchling.

A set of translucent tabs immediately appeared before him, hovering over the tiny dragon with a clarity that made Noah’s pulse quicken. The system didn’t just give him a name; it laid out the creature’s very essence in cold, hard numbers.

[Name: —]

[Race: Ancient Dark Dragon??]

[Title: Noah Whiteheart’s Familiar] 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

[Elements: Darkness, Shadow]

[Mana: 500/500]

[Health: 200/200]

[Strength: 50]

[Agility: 90]

[Stamina: 30]

[Endurance: 40]

[Sense: 50]

Noah stared at the "Race" section, his eyes lingering on the two question marks following the title.

It seemed the skill, even at level one, was struggling to fully categorize the ancient being, yet it had confirmed his suspicion.

This was no mere lizard or mana beast; it was an Ancient Dark Dragon!

His gaze then drifted to the stat block, and his breath hitched.

For a creature that had been born only minutes ago and was currently fast asleep, its physical attributes were staggering.

An Agility of 90 and a Strength of 50 were numbers that would put many seasoned mid-tier magi to shame, even him!

This tiny pup possessed a natural baseline that human warriors spent decades of blood and sweat to achieve.

’Shadow and Darkness elements...’ Noah noted, his mind flashing back to the woman he had fought earlier.

The shadow element was the same one that woman who tried to assassinate him a while back had, so he was surprised to see it in the dragon that just hatched also.

He glanced over the stats again, his brow furrowing in deep concentration.

’I can’t see anything like a mana beast grade...’ Noah thought to himself. ’Is it because the skill’s still level one?’ he wondered.

It was highly likely that the [Eye of Truth] was currently too weak to fully pierce the veil of such an ancient existence, limiting his view of the creature’s true potential.

The question marks trailing behind the race description were equally confusing.

It was as if the system itself was hesitant, flickering between possibilities or struggling to categorize the sheer density of the dragon’s lineage.

Seeing [Ancient Dark Dragon??] made him realize that this beast might be something even the Supreme Magus System found difficult to quantify.

His eyes narrowed as his gaze dropped to the top of the tab.

’It doesn’t have a name either,’ he noted.

He reached out and gently pet the smooth obsidian scales on the creature’s back, his touch light and reverent.

’Since it’s my familiar... I should be the one to give it a name, right?’ The thought brought a strange sense of responsibility to his chest.

He wasn’t just its owner or its master; he was the one who had breathed life into it through his mana, making their souls inextricably linked.

He still found the small beast extremely cute—the way its tiny wings were tucked in and how its small chest heaved with every breath—but after seeing the raw numbers on the screen, he realized exactly how much power lay behind that adorable exterior.

The dragon had more than twice his own physical stats, despite possessing a body no larger than a pup. Its Agility of 90 and Strength of 50 were terrifying metrics for a newborn..z

Noah smiled slightly, a dry, self-deprecating chuckle escaping his lips.

’It could probably kill me with just a poke of those golden horns,’ he thought, shaking his head in amazement. ’Dragons really are awesome.’

For some reason, though, he wasn’t worried about the dragon attacking him or turning its power against him.

At that exact moment, the dragon suddenly stirred, drawing in a sharp breath.

Its small, clawed feet twitched against Noah’s palm, and its golden-lined wings fluttered, as it began to wake from its long slumber.

Noah held his breath, his eyes locked on the creature’s face as the heavy lids finally trembled and its eyes opened for the very first time.