My Bugged System Made Me Too OP!

Chapter 158: I’ll rather die!

"Did you really think your shadow could stop me?" Noah said.

He tilted his matte-black cat mask slightly, his golden eyes boring into the supervisor’s blackening features through the narrow eye slits. "What a joke."

He watched as the demon writhed and screamed in agony, his eyes narrowing slightly behind the absolute concealment of his facepiece.

His jaw remained stretched downward in an elastic, unnatural line, his high-pitched shrieks breaking into a low, wet gurgle as the blue current systematically vaporized his internal tissues and cooked his organs from the inside out.

The dull black scales covering his long, slender fingers were flaking off in charred layers, and his three jagged horns vibrated erratically, the central rune on his brow flickering weakly like a dying ember under the unrelenting weight of the arch magus’s domain.

From the moment he found himself in this room, he never considered this demon a threat.

Even when the weaponized shadow shroud had initially plunged his companions into a state of blind, weightless panic, or when the creature had unleashed its massive, panoramic army of shadow blades, Noah’s mind had remained as calm and steady as a frozen lake.

The only thing that he was confused about was how he hadn’t been able to scan his stats with Eye of Truth.

According to the system, the demon was protected by a being even stronger than he was.

It meant that somewhere beyond the mapping grids of the kingdom, steering the very organization that manufactured these three-horned supervisors and conducted industrial-scale experiments on children, was an entity whose mere residual presence was massive enough to blind Noah’s skil.

He at least knew demons were indeed real, and Tara’s descriptions hadn’t been an exaggeration.

Still, there were too many things they didn’t know about yet.

They were operating entirely in the dark, lacking critical data regarding the organization’s macro-structure, their geographic distribution, or their ultimate operational timeline.

How many of these hidden pocket dimensions existed across the provinces? How many high-ranking officials within the central capital were actively turning a blind eye to the disappearance of children to secure a steady supply of mutated shadow cores?

He clicked his tongue, a sharp sound of genuine irritation slipping from beneath his mask as his thoughts spun into a rapid recalculation.

He thought to himself, his brow furrowing beneath the mask: ’Is that the ’lord’ he mentioned before?’

The supervisor’s arrogant declarations during their initial war of words returned to his consciousness with a heavy, ominous weight.

For a race like demons, they would surely have a leader over them, who was probably who the demon referred to as lord before.

A species that operated with such rigid, military hierarchy—classifying their assets with cold designations like No. 92—would naturally answer to a supreme sovereign, an absolute apex predator who sat at the center of the web.

And if the system’s warning was accurate, that leader was an entity that made the supreme arch magus rank look entirely incomplete.

Noah took a slow, stabilizing breath, forcing the rising tide of strategic anxiety back down into the depths of his dual core.

He couldn’t afford to let his internal confusion leak into his physical posture, even if his only audience was a dying monster suspended in an electric field. He had to finish the immediate task at hand and erase this node from the continent.

He raised his head, his golden eyes flaring with a sudden, intense brilliance behind his facepiece as he looked at the charred, spasming form of the supervisor.

"But still... you’re quite tough," Noah said. "I thought you’d be dead by now."

The demon gnashed his teeth, the harsh sound of grinding bone echoing through the frozen room.

He hissed through the agonizing heat of the blue lightning, his entire body convulsing as if was held up by the lightning spikes.

However, even as his flesh charred, he glared at Noah with pure hatred, refusing to completely submit to the pressure of the domain.

"Don’t think I’m... weak and puny like... you useless... h-humans," the demon wheezed out.

His voice was cracked and broken, interrupting his own speech as spasms of electricity shot through his jaw.

He forced his eyes wide, trying to project dominance despite the blackish blood dripping from his lips onto the glacial floor.

Noah chuckled softly behind his matte-black cat mask. The sound was calm and entirely unbothered by the demon’s pride.

"Funny..." Noah said, his voice dropping into a cold, steady baritone that easily cut through the crackling of the storm. "...since you were put in that position by a useless human."

The mockery in Noah’s tone was absolute. He didn’t even bother to shift his stance, keeping his arms folded beneath his traveling cloak.

His eyes remained fixed on the demon, tracking the rapid degradation of the creature’s internal mana channels.

The blue lightning suddenly increased in intensity. The crystalline flowers blooming across the icy floor flashed with a blinding radiance, channeling a massive surge of voltage straight into the suspended entity.

Thick veins popped on the forehead of the demon, bulging violently against his porcelain-white skin under the sheer pressure of the current. The remaining black scales on his torso and limbs began to peel away, curling and burning off his skin entirely before dissolving into ash.

The supervisor’s mind fractured under the sudden escalation of the attack.

’He can still increase the power... I thought it was already at its max!’ he thought, his eyes widening in horror.

He opened his mouth, his jaw stretching in a desperate attempt to scream or curse his captor, but only coughed out smoke, not able to speak out of pain.

The high-frequency electricity had thoroughly roasted his vocal cords, leaving him unable to form articulate syllables.

Thick, gray plumes of vapor rolled over his blackened fangs, signaling that his internal organs were reaching their absolute thermal limits.

Just as his consciousness began to fade into terminal darkness, the intensity reduced again.

The blinding blue glare dimmed back to a low hum, and the agonizing heat pulling at his core receded just enough to let him breathe.

The supervisor took a ragged, desperate gulp of the freezing air, but he couldn’t help but feel disappointed at himself for feeling relief.

He had always seen himself as quite powerful, yet his physical body was practically begging for mercy from a human magus.

Noah stepped forward slightly, his boots clicking softly against the deep blue ice sheet. The movement was slow, deliberate, and entirely commanding.

"You’re going to tell me everything..." Noah said, his voice carrying an unyielding weight that demanded absolute compliance. "...about you demons, the experiments you’ve been carrying out on little children... how long you’ve been on earth... and lastly, who your ’lord’ is."

Each demand was spoken with cold precision. Noah wasn’t asking for cooperation; he was stating the price the demon had to pay if he wanted the agonizing torture of the lightning domain to cease.

The demon forced out a chuckle, a wet, rattling sound that brought more blackish-red blood spilling over his chin. He shook his head weakly, the three jagged horns on his brow trembling with the motion.

"You think I’ll betray my lord... and the rest of the demons just because of you..." the supervisor rasped, his cracked voice filled with an fanatical, unshakeable loyalty that survived even the destruction of his flesh.

He locked his pupilless gaze onto Noah’s mask, his lips peeling back into a final, mocking sneer. "...I’ll rather die!"