Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



"I understand."

Alten said, putting his hand on Rylan's shoulder. Rylan raised his head, looking at Alten with teary eyes. Clearly, this was a devastating and ruthless decision to make. However, it was the right one in the end.

"Go to your parents, Rylan. No matter what, I won't let your life go to waste. I promise that to you, as your friend."

Alten said, his brave words carrying a sense of love and genuine empathy.  Lyrian looked at Alten and saw a kind person. This was enough to make him smile.

"You know, I shouldn't have made it this far either. I'm a weakling, a failure probably even worse than you. I only made it here thanks to these two."

He looked over to Lyrian and Alten with a smile on his face. They smiled back.

"If I was in a similar situation to yours, I would do the same. But since I'm not, I'll continue to test my luck and see how far it takes me. Not only for me but for you."

Rylan, still teary-eyed, clenched his fists as if trying to hold onto the moment. He knew that whatever lay ahead, he had friends who believed in him, and that gave him the strength to face his challenges.

"No. Even better, Alten. You are going to get stronger, more courageous, and since you are who you are, even more kind than you already are. I can't have someone striving for any less on my team of companions."

These words uplifted Alten as well, who, throughout the entire exam, was feeling down due to his inability. But now, he had something to work towards, something that would make his problems go away, and something for his friend. It was a damn good feeling.

Standing, Lyrian got up onto the desk, still holding a stick of meat. 

"Leon, Alten, and maybe in the future, or whenever you want, Rylan. I want you all to join me in my quest..."

He paused to everyone's slight confusion before throwing his meat-holding hand up in the air.

"Of conquering the world!"

He proclaimed, expecting applause and maybe even some cheers. Instead, he was met with an awkward silence.

"I think the meat's got him drunk or something... hahaha!"

Rylan joked, beginning to laugh, as Alten joined in. Leon looked at Lyrian for a few seconds longer. He realized a hint of truth in Lyrian's words, and couldn't help but admire him.

For Leon, there were two types of boasters in this world. The first one is a fool. A clueless idiot with no background, ambition, will, or determination. The second one, however, boasted in the exact same way. Except, his speech, instead of sounding like a drunk fool's speech, sounded like a king's. This type of boaster was someone... who truly believed in what he said.

"Tsk... whatever. You idiot's just ruin the fun."

Lyrian said, slightly upset at the reaction he received, as he sat back down and began chowing down on the meat. Leon chuckled slightly, impressed and even more bewildered by Lyrian.

While Rylan laughed, Alten paused for a moment.

'Conquer the world huh... if anyone's going to do such a crazy task, it might as well be this crazy guy.'

"Hey anyway, care to tell us how you got that black bandana?"

Alten said, curious about the thing that randomly appeared on Lyrian's head just recently.

"Oh, this? Yeah... it was pretty funny, actually. Since I jumped down from the tower before you guys and had the piles of snow block my fall, I got out and noticed a random guy dressed in all black looking like he was waiting for someone or something at the bottom of the tower. When he saw me, he instantly attacked me, and that's when I eliminated him in one hit and took his ski mask. It was a pretty funny encounter, but I didn't feel the need to mention it or anything."

Alten looked at him and raised an eyebrow, amused.

"And the headband?"

"Ah yes... I thought the ski mask would help protect my face from the freezing tundra, but it was all the same in the end."

And just like that, the night continued, as the sun finally fully set below the horizon. The transparent blue dome gleamed with a vibrating light as darkness took over the night sky, illuminating the inside of the dome as if it were daytime.

The examinees left their tents and gathered at the inner, yellow circle, their faces marked by a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. Some left their tents hastily, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Others had been awake for hours, their nerves getting the best of them. None of that mattered now. They all knew that the time had come and that the exam was drawing to an end.

The vibrations began to grow in size and force, causing a collective gasp among the examinees as they felt the wind whip through their hair. The examinees' heartbeats seemed to echo in their ears. Each thud was a reminder of the magnitude of this moment, the culmination of their efforts and determination. A few exchanged nervous glances, silently questioning whether they were truly prepared for what awaited them.

Finally, a voice rang out from above, its authoritative tone cutting through the tension like a knife.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm "Congratulations, examinees! Take immense pride in yourselves, as you have done what is recognized as near impossible amongst all others your age and above. You have triumphed over the entrance exams of Anaviotis!"

Julius's voice, ringing out from above, resonated like thunder, its power commanding their attention and respect. It was a voice that left no room for doubt.

Lyrian clearly recognized the voice as the dome around them soon gleamed bright enough to become a vortex of space and time in itself. It became just as bright as the Pheon's effulgence. And finally, before any of them even knew it, they all were traveling through a white vacuum at extreme speeds!

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