My System Just Exploded, And You Ask Me to Become a God?-Chapter 28 --Ilan Manuscript

Before long, the entire plaza was emptied, leaving only Headmaster Simar and a group of grand scholar professors.

A few grand scholars from the Mington Principality had also arrived. They stared at the portal with confident smiles, as if victory was already in their grasp.

Steward Dulin stood silently in a corner, his expression calm like a stone statue.

In truth, the members of Ilan Royal Academy didn't hold out much hope of retrieving the Ilan Manuscript.

If they had, they wouldn't have allowed outsiders to enter Ilan's Study Hall in the first place.

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At the same time—

Those who entered the study hall were utterly stunned by the sight before them.

Behind the portal was an enormous school!

Countless classrooms, lecture halls, libraries, dormitories...

From a distance, it stretched endlessly as far as the eye could see.

Was this the power of a Mage God?

Truly terrifying!

To think that someone could create a pocket dimension with their own power.

Everyone began to move quickly, implementing their pre-planned strategies in hopes of attracting the Ilan Manuscript.

But Joad was different.

As he sensed the dense concentration of magical elements around him, a wide grin appeared on his face.

If I meditate here, who knows how many mana stones I could save?!

This kind of opportunity didn't come often.

Wasting no time, Joad pulled out his mana stones and magical materials, arranging what appeared to be a simple magic array.

In reality, the array wasn't difficult to set up—many apprentice mages could probably do it.

It was a common formation for gathering magic elements.

But Joad was using an enhanced PLUS version—far superior to the one taught in the academy.

Of course, this setup basically cost him everything he had.

He didn't even own a decent wand—only the standard-issue academy wand.

He was simply too poor. Anything of value he had was traded for mana stones.

As for magical artifacts? He had no intention of fighting over those. He just wanted to absorb as much magical energy as possible.

However, just then, Joad suddenly felt something was off.

Frowning in confusion, he instinctively looked up—only to see a thick, heavy notebook appear out of thin air above his head!

???

Joad tried to dodge, but it was too late.

With a loud "thud," the hefty notebook slammed down on his head.

Even at his current rank, the impact nearly knocked him out!

If not for his special bloodline and high rank, that blow might've killed him outright.

"Damn it! Who the hell just attacked me?!"

Joad cursed viciously, spreading out his mind power in all directions, searching for the attacker.

But after sweeping the surroundings, he found nothing.

Within a three-kilometer radius, there was only the heavy notebook.

"No one...?!"

Joad frowned and stared at the notebook.

After a moment's hesitation, he picked it up from the ground.

This thing is what hit me?

He could hardly believe it. He slowly opened the notebook, expecting to see text or magical symbols.

But the moment he opened it, his expression froze.

Instead of words, there was a vast library inside.

An impossibly large library, stretching beyond the horizon—

Its shelves were crammed with countless books.

"This is... the Ilan Manuscript?!"

It just... fell on my head?

Staring at the notebook in his hands, Joad fell into deep thought.

The very thing that so many were desperate to find had just randomly dropped onto him?

Was this real?

Could it be a fake?

Frowning, Joad cautiously channeled his mana into the notebook.

In the next instant, the library inside seemed to come alive.

The books on the shelves began to glow with faint magical light.

Seeing this miracle, Joad quickly withdrew his mana.

It was clear—this notebook was very likely the legendary Ilan Manuscript.

And its mana consumption? Absolutely monstrous!

Even with Joad's current reserves, he could only sustain it for 20 minutes at most.

This sudden development left him overwhelmed.

In the hundreds of years since its creation, the Ilan Manuscript had never been obtained.

Maybe it had been found before—but the ones who found it were simply crushed to death by it.

The more Joad thought about it, the more that theory made sense.

After all, with his strength—already half a step into archmage territory, and possessing a system-enhanced bloodline—

he still nearly died from the impact.

What chance did others have?

Thinking about this, Joad couldn't help but feel pleased.

Not only could he save a fortune on mana stones, he'd also stumbled upon the Ilan Manuscript.

Not a bad stroke of luck!

This thing has to be worth at least tens of thousands of mana stones, right?

So many people wanted it—it must be insanely valuable.

With that thought, Joad carefully stashed the Ilan Manuscript into his storage pouch and resumed his meditation.

A whole day passed without him noticing.

Joad felt refreshed and invigorated.

His rate of meditation here wasn't any slower than using mana stones.

Although he was still sore all over from the impact, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

—Meanwhile—

In Ilan's Study Hall, excitement was written all over everyone's faces.

Just moments ago, they had all witnessed a massive library manifest in the air.

The overwhelming magical aura it gave off was so intense that everyone instantly knew what it was!

"It's the Ilan Manuscript!"

"The Ilan Manuscript has appeared!!"

"It was really here all along!!!"

"Search for it—now!!"

No one could contain their excitement.

The students of Ilan Royal Academy stood frozen in disbelief.

Word of the Ilan Manuscript's appearance quickly spread to those waiting outside.

Even Headmaster Simar hadn't expected the Ilan Manuscript to actually show up!

The expressions outside varied wildly, while a frown slowly formed on Headmaster Simar's face.

Just as I suspected...

According to the research of the first Grand Duke Ilan—also the founding headmaster—the conditions for the Ilan Manuscript to appear were extremely strict.

Only a true genius standing before it could trigger its emergence.

And that genius... could very well be Leit.

After all, the moment Leit entered Ilan's Study Hall, the Ilan Manuscript appeared.

And his talent was indeed extraordinary.

At only twenty-eight, he had already touched the threshold of the elite rank, and his magical affinity had reached Level 6!

Across the entire kingdom, few—if any—could match him.

"I hope it really is him," Simar murmured, a solemn expression on his face.

Still, without confirmation, he dared not speak too soon.

After all, there were two other potential candidates.

Especially that one called Harlan—his talent was just as terrifying.

And then there was that mysterious golden-haired girl...

Simar massaged his temples and decided to report the news to the first Grand Duke Ilan as soon as possible.

Unfortunately—

After the Ilan Manuscript appeared, it vanished without a trace.

Even the first Grand Duke Ilan, using prophecy magic, couldn't track it down.

"Your Grace, you couldn't find it?"

"That's right."

"Is it possible the students just saw wrong?"

The first Grand Duke Ilan pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice:

"The Ilan Manuscript carries the will of the Mage God. It would never reveal itself easily.

But if it has appeared, that means it's found someone worthy.

Its sudden disappearance likely means that it's already fallen into that genius's hands."

"...I see."

Headmaster Simar furrowed his brows tightly, momentarily unsure of what to do.

If the Ilan Manuscript had ended up in the hands of an outsider—

How should he handle this situation?

After all, its appearance could bring unimaginable benefits to Ilan Royal Academy,

or even the entire Ilan Principality!

But now...