The Strongest Magician of Gods

In front of the Austin School of Magic library, Mo Bei's eyes shone, as if he wanted to dive right in.

The library before me was both exquisitely beautiful and solemnly solemn. The walls were adorned with the most mysterious patterns from the past millennium, as well as the sources of magic in the magical world. The patterns were profound and exuded a strong religious atmosphere.

"The magical world is so mysterious. Looking at these extremely beautiful patterns, I feel a little dazzled."

Mo Bei stared in disbelief as he stepped into the library.

In an instant, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground, because there were too many books in the library. Austin Magic Academy has existed for thousands of years and has collected too many ancient books.

Over the course of a thousand years, the books have piled up to the height of a hundred-story building. Looking at the rows of tall bookshelves neatly arranged before me, each bookshelf is dozens of feet high and arranged in a neat circle.

The bookshelves were lined with books, neat and clean. The thousand-year-old collection had not been neglected or messy. Every book was well-maintained and wiped clean, as if it were brand new.

"This is incredible! This is the largest library I've ever seen. A thousand-year-old collection is truly extraordinary. It seems there's hope for the future."

Mo Bei rubbed his hands together, looked around the bookshelf, and finally took out a book that was more than a foot thick from the corner of the first shelf.

"The Origins of Magic"

Mo Bei read the words on it; it was an ancient book from hundreds of years ago. As soon as he opened the pages, he could smell its ancient aroma.

The book was like a large book, as wide and thick as a person's chest. As Mo Bei turned the pages, he realized that it was a book introducing the magic arts of the magic world and some key points of casting magic.

"The book is good, but it's too thick; I can't even hold it in both hands."

Mo Bei felt bored, closed the book, put it back in its original place, and then properly examined the hundred-story-high collection of books.

"This is really troublesome. I originally thought that going to the library could solve my illness, but there are so many books, each one is a foot thick. Even reading one book would take ten days or half a month. I'm afraid I'll be able to read until I die."

Mo Bei was instantly filled with despair, as if a ray of light had been extinguished in the blink of an eye, plunging him completely into the abyss.

"It seems...it seems like we can only try our luck."

Mo Bei hung his head, his eyes unfocused, extremely agitated.

"There's no other way... there's no other way."

With a mournful face, Mo Bei strengthened his resolve and picked up another book to read.

"On the Magical Constitution in the Magical World"

Mo Bei muttered to himself, his face full of dejection, but he had no choice but to open it. If he happened to stumble upon a page that contained a cure for himself, he would really be doomed.

"You son of a bitch!"

Mo Bei cursed dejectedly, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to curse.

"Swish"

He opened the book, turned to a page, and his dejected expression remained unchanged.

"Swish"

He opened another page, looked at the text, and still looked listless.

"Swish, swish, swish"

As he turned the pages, the words in the book seemed to possess a hidden magic, and Mo Bei gradually became engrossed in it, captivated by the stories about magical physiques described within.

As he looked at it, he realized that this was not the book he was looking for, but the words in it were so captivating.

Indeed, he got engrossed in it. Although it wasn't the book he was looking for, he was still drawn to it, and that's when Mo Bei decided to finish reading it.

"Swish"

As he turned the pages, Mo Bei gradually perked up from his listlessness, and then his face lit up with excitement. The sights and sounds in this book perfectly satisfied human curiosity, and Mo Bei became completely engrossed in it.

Mo Bei turned the pages one by one, and the ring on her finger suddenly flashed. The next moment, Mo Bei's reading speed increased.

Turning the page, from reading three lines at a glance to reading ten lines at a glance, the subtle difference in time is only a second.

Mo Bei was so moved by the words in the book that he didn't notice this extraordinary scene.

"Swish swish"

He read faster and faster, from reading ten lines at a glance to reading a hundred lines at a glance, and then to reading three pages at a glance. The speed at which he turned the pages increased, but Mo Bei still did not notice the strange scene that had occurred.

"This is amazing! This is amazing! The knowledge of ancient studies is so vast. I enjoyed reading it so much! My God, how can a mediocre student like me fall in love with this feeling?"

Mo Bei shouted, his face full of frustration but his eyes brimming with energy. After finishing the book in his hand in a short while, he picked up an ancient book that was a foot thick. As soon as he opened it, Mo Bei became excited again.

This book introduces the mutation process of animals in the magical world, and Mo Bei has a strong desire to keep reading.

"swish swish"

As he turned the pages, Mo Bei's speed increased even further. He went from reading three pages at a glance without blinking to reading ten pages at a glance, which was several times faster than reading in seconds.

At this moment, a strange scene unfolded. When Mo Bei finished reading the third book, it only took him fifteen breaths, and fifteen breaths is only about fifteen seconds.

"That felt so good!"

Mo Bei's eyes were shining, unaware that his speed was still increasing.

It took fifteen seconds to read a one-foot-thick ancient book, then thirteen seconds, then ten seconds, eight seconds, and seven seconds.

Mo Bei was completely absorbed in the sea of ​​books. Each book seemed to take him a very long time to read, and he was deeply moved by the world described in each book.

For a long time, Mo Bei roamed freely, soaring through the sea of ​​books, and the speed at which he read continued to increase.

Six seconds, five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, one second.

When he picked up another book, looking at the ancient text, in a mere second, the pages rustled. Without blinking, he turned the pages at an incredible speed.

At this moment, Mo Bei was stunned, watching his hands skillfully turn the pages of the book. The speed at which he turned the pages was so fast that his eyes blurred, but he was sure that he could see every word and every magical pattern clearly.

He was so frightened that he broke out in a sweat and his legs trembled.

At that moment, he finally discovered the truth. He turned the pages again, and after reading it, he stared blankly for a while. After turning the pages again, he began to break out in a cold sweat.

"I...I...I...Holy crap, this...this is...ah!"

"I'm going crazy, I must be seeing things."

Mo Bei threw down the ancient book in his hand, slumped to the ground, and stared blankly at the quiet library.

"What...what just happened? It must be my imagination. How could a bookworm like me suddenly become a book king? I...I don't usually read books!"

Mo Bei muttered to himself for a while, then mustered his courage and picked up the ancient book that had just been thrown down. He flipped through it casually, the pages rustling as they passed by.

He felt a chill run down his spine again, and his back was trembling with fear. He could clearly see the words, and the words he had read kept flashing in his mind.

The words he had read were etched deep into his memory; he could recall the stories recorded in all the books he had just read with his eyes closed.

He was stunned, swallowed hard, put the book back in its place, picked up another old book next to him, opened it, and finished reading the foot-thick book in one breath.

Mo Bei was no longer calm. He picked up another book, finished reading it in the blink of an eye, then picked up yet another book, and with a flash of light, he finished reading that one too.

Mo Bei started to get excited, and his breathing became rapid.

"I'm going to be rich! I'm going to be rich! Hahaha!"

Mo Bei was really excited. He stood up and plunged into the sea of ​​books, reading them one by one. There were tens of thousands of books on the bookshelves, which were dozens of meters high. He finished reading one bookshelf in less than three hours.

Mo Bei's mind was filled with the words of countless books. After reading ten thousand books, his understanding of words and the magical world was completely overturned in a short moment.

At this moment, he seemed like a doctor who had returned from his studies, exuding an air of profound knowledge.

That's about it for today.

Mo Bei glanced at the sky outside; the sun was shining brightly, and it was time for him to teach. Then he looked at the books in the library and felt a chill run down his spine.

There were a total of one hundred bookshelves, each several tens of feet tall, and each containing nearly ten thousand ancient books.

Mo Bei's legs trembled. Even if he read 10,000 books a day, it would still take him 100 days to read a million books, which shows how profound the foundation of Austin Magic Academy is.

Upon seeing so many ancient books, Mo Bei let out a sob.

"It seems...it seems...the only thing to do is to watch it slowly."

Mo Bei walked out of the library with his head hanging low, feeling dejected.

After reading over ten thousand books and carefully recalling his experiences, he still couldn't find a solution to his illness. However, his understanding of the source of magic, magic itself, and meditation techniques had all improved significantly.

"Forget it, I'll just work a little longer tonight!" Mo Bei said dejectedly, looking at the library behind him.

Then he straightened up and walked towards the office building.

"Clang clang"

Mo Bei took a step and ran quickly down the quiet corridor.

Perhaps we took too big a step.

"Cuckoo"

With a sudden stop, a graceful figure appeared around the corner, and Mo Bei plunged headfirst into her, his face sinking deep into her soft bosom.

Her graceful body was accompanied by a faint fragrance. Mo Bei gently sniffed the scent, his spirits lifted, and without realizing it, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the woman's slender waist.

This image was deeply etched into his mind, and Mo Bei seemed unwilling to wake up from his reverie.

"Uh"

The woman was stunned. Looking at Mo Bei, who had buried his head in her chest, her face flushed red. After sizing up the man, she clenched her fist and punched Mo Bei hard on the back of the head.

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts..."

Mo Bei winced in pain, his hands unconsciously releasing the woman's waist as he rubbed the back of his aching head.

"Ouch, that hurts so much, you female bear!"

He rubbed the back of his head, his face contorted in pain, and was about to explode in anger when he looked up at the woman's stunningly beautiful face, and his mind instantly cleared.

"What a beautiful woman, it's just a pity she's a bit violent."

“Fei…Master Fei’er”

The next moment, his mind cleared, a memory was unlocked, and Mo Bei finally recognized the woman in front of him.

His mentor, Phil, who had taught him magic for several years, was originally named Eiffel. She was the most popular goddess among all the mentors and was deeply loved by her students.

"Mobei"

Eiffel roared, her graceful body trembling with rage.

Mo Bei cried out in alarm. He knew Fei'er's temper well; judging from the situation, a beating was inevitable.

"I've been looking for you for ages. Don't be late next time."

Eiffel's flushed face suddenly changed dramatically, and she smiled, reaching out her nimble hand to grab his clothes and drag him toward the office.

Fei'er's face was cold, but she felt a chill in her heart.

"Let's see if you dare to be so reckless next time."

Mo Bei's fate was tragic; he was dragged into the office by Eiffel and, no matter how much he shouted and struggled, he remained tightly bound.

"crack"

Eiffel slammed the door shut, her alluring eyes fixed on him. Mo Bei felt a chill run down his spine; anyone would feel uncomfortable being stared at by a pretty girl they had offended.

"sit"

Eiffel sat down, reclining in the back of the chair. He picked up a pair of glasses, rubbed them on his nose, and glared at me with a fierce look.

"Uh"

Mo Bei felt a chill run down his spine. The girl in front of him was pretty, but she was too fierce. She would hit him hard without warning, and her strength was something that most people couldn't withstand.

"Humph"

A low, cold snort suddenly came from the office area, and upon hearing it, an image of an old man appeared in Mo Bei's memory.

Mo Bei glanced to the side and behind him, and sure enough, just as he remembered, a mysterious old man was sitting in front of the desk.

The old man was dressed in a black magic robe and wore a tall magic hat. His face was sallow and his skin was as rough as the bark of an ancient tree.

The old man was thin and frail, as if all the blood in his body had vanished. His loose skin clung tightly to his bones, and the folds between his skin were about half an inch long. His eyes gleamed green, and his shriveled eyelids made his eyeballs look as if they might fall to the ground at any moment. If a child saw him, he would probably be scared to death by the old man's appearance.

"Snapped"

Just as Mo Bei was lost in thought, Eiffel once again revealed his fiery temper, startling Mo Bei so much that he obediently turned his head back.

“I came to see you because I’ve made some discoveries these past few days. It’s hard to say what’s wrong with your body right now, but I’ve learned some things from some documents and ancient history. Your situation is not optimistic. There must be a problem with your magical source or your magical physique. Otherwise, your magic has not improved over the past few years, and your level has even regressed to the level of a beginner mage.”

Wearing large magic glasses, Eiffel flipped through the data and magical patterns he had collected over the past few months on the desk and began to analyze.

At this moment, Mo Bei remembered that her former master had once sought out Eiffel to explain everything about his physical ailments. The reason he told her was because Eiffel was his mentor and the person he trusted most in the academy, as well as his last lifeline. Unless it was the very last moment, her former master was probably not the type to ask for help.

If it weren't for Eiffel's influence, Mo Bei's current level of magic would probably have already led to the academy unilaterally revoking his instructor status.

"Oh, could it be that my mentor has already figured out the source of my physical ailment?"

Mo Bei was excited, her eyes filled with longing.

However, it didn't happen.

Eiffel's lips twitched, but a smile quickly appeared on his face.

"However, you don't need to worry. I'm doing my best to find information on this. If there's a problem with the source of magic in your body, causing physical ailments, it could lead to serious problems in the future. I believe your condition will be resolved soon," Eiffel said with a smile.

"Oh"

Mo Bei opened her eyes wide, feeling a surge of warmth in her heart. Although she still had no clue about her physical ailment, the feeling of warmth remained constant.

Mo Bei was lost in thought. Thinking about it, his former owner was quite lucky. What a wonderful girl she was! She was beautiful, had a hot body, and was also considerate.

Eiffel looked at the lost Mo Bei and assumed from his expression that he was utterly disappointed.

She looked dejected, but then a smile returned to her face.

"Your illness is in the hands of your mentor. Once I've diagnosed it, I'll completely cure it. When your magic is fully restored, I'm afraid even your mentor won't be a match for you."

Mo Bei smiled broadly, feeling that coming into this world was not bad.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Professor."

Mo Bei stood up and bowed, then took out the textbook from his pocket. When he looked at the magic clock on the wall, his mind went blank as if a lightning bolt had flashed through his head.

"Oh no, oh no!" Mo Bei panicked, glancing at the time; it was already time for his class.

"I'm sorry, Professor, this chat almost made me miss class."

Mo Bei smiled, but before he could even greet Eiffel, he dashed out the door, his forehead covered in sweat.

At this moment, even if asked to leave Austin Magic Academy immediately, he would definitely refuse. After all, there are not many ancient books left in the magical world. Even if he wanted to leave, it wouldn't be at this time. He should at least read through the entire library's collection of one million books.

Mo Bei came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

In the quiet office area, the old monk coughed a few times before speaking, but his voice was like the Grim Reaper descending upon the world, sending chills down the spines of all who heard it.

"Why don't you tell him the truth? With his physical constitution, he can't hold on much longer. It's a pity he didn't reach the peak of the Burning Acupoints realm and awaken the six divine acupoints, otherwise there would be a way to solve the problem."

The old monk spoke, then coughed a few more times. His withered body and mysterious origins gave off an eerie feeling.

"I just couldn't bear it. I believe he will live. After all, he cultivated himself from such a broken body, so I believe his end will not be so lonely."

"I'm waiting for him to return."

Eiffel looked out the window. As a mentor, she had done her best. The rest was up to fate.