Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Lyrian turned to face the teacher. 'Oh? Maybe he can help me understand this.' He thought to himself.

"Yes, do you have any clue what it is?" He asked curiously.

Granweid retorted with an urgent no. "Haha... I do not, unfortunately," he said with a slightly awkward laugh.

'Useless,' Lyrian was unimpressed.

"However..." Granweid walked closer with his hands wrapped behind his back, standing next to Lyrian and before the giant 20-foot object. "Some say that it is a cultivation technique. Or, at least, one part of the 9-part technique."

Hearing this, Lyrian was taken aback. He was surprised and hadn't expected to hear that of all things. After a short moment of confused silence, he retorted quickly, "Really? And what is the technique? Do you know anything about it? Is it powerful? History?" He inquired eagerly.

"Unfortunately, I do not, young man. To be honest, it is a mystery. I have no clue whether it really is a cultivation technique or not."

With this, Lyrian decided to give up on that for now. He looked around, searching for the place to get to the next level. After a few seconds of surveying the large room, he found that there was no entrance leading to anywhere...

He looked back up to Granweid. "The next level... how do I access it?" He directly asked as Granweid turned to look at him with slight shock and amusement.

Other students nearby also turned their heads, finding a way to listen to the situation.

"The second level already, huh?" The teacher quipped with a laugh, "Sure... just place your hand on the Hell Stone, that's all it takes. Who am I to stop you? But... remember what I said. Always be careful, and do not push yourself."

Lyrian nodded to Granweid's words, placing his hand on the stone as a red ripple of energy suddenly spread across the stone with the touch of his palm.

"Lyrian... I will track how you are doing through your bracelet." These were the final words of Granweid, as Lyrian suddenly found himself in another room altogether.

He instantly felt his heart become heavier, as the atmosphere around him became thick in a dangerous, threatening aura. It was the spiritual energy of the second abyss.

This time, the stone was a dark yet deep green. One that wasn't beautiful as in nature but seemed dangerous and almost grotesque in color. Lyrian tried to take in a deep breath, but the atmosphere made it feel like his lungs couldn't expand all the way.

Looking at the ground beneath the stone, instead of "Hell Stone" in big bold letters, the words were "Naraka Stone".

"Hoo~ Naraka huh? I guess that is the next strongest abyss. This is only level two, but I can already feel the impact," he said, turning around as he began venturing around the floor. He wasn't going to stay for long, but he couldn't wait to check out at least one cultivation technique.

"He said they started to appear on this floor... right?" He said, arriving at a second set of scrolls and large books. "This must be it," he said as he grabbed a scroll off the wall and unrolled it.

"This floor holds the weakest cultivation techniques, including this one. Yet, I can still feel the sheer mana exuding from this scroll," he said, his excitement rising as he read the magic circle and inscriptions inside.

His heart pumped in exhilaration as he held the technique. After all this time, he had finally found his first real cultivation technique. However, of course, this wasn't nearly good enough.

If he could only choose one, he wanted the best that he could get. "Time to go on to the next level. Spiritual aura is based on genetics more than power. It has more to do with experience than it does with strength, as well, so even I should be able to enter the highest floor that I can, that is... if my genetics are good enough."

He said to himself as he stood in front of the deep green Naraka Stone. "My will is my spiritual energy. This will have come with me through a lifetime, so, therefore, it is mentally enforced into me. With it, I will get a cultivation technique from the fifth level of the library, and no less."

He said with a determined tone and furrowed his brows before touching the green stone. Again, a ripple of energy flowed throughout the stone, as he was transported into the next level.

As soon as he could tell he had changed settings, his eyes widened in shock from the immense force his body suddenly felt. In an instant, just like before, the spiritual aura in the room had gone up by multiple folds. Currently, even his bones felt like they were shaking within his skin.

Just to stand up straight felt difficult... hell, even keeping his eyelids open was hard.

The ginormous rectangular gem-like stone in the middle this time was bloodred at the bottom but became more orange in the middle before finally turning into a blindingly bright yellow at the top as if it was created in an ember.

"Jigoku Stone."

Lyrian said, looking at the name on the floor.

"Next..."

He immediately placed his hand on the stone once again. Before he knew it, he was on his knees in an entirely different room. His legs had crumbled under the sudden pressure.

His entire body squirmed and shook slightly, as he pulled himself together and gritted his teeth, standing up. It was hard just to balance on this level, as the strain he felt caused a searing headache to begin quickly forming in his head.

Every strand of hair on his body fought to go downwards, giving him small pricks through every millimeter of his skin.

"Mictlan... Stone." He managed to say before looking up at the deep, fiery blue stone in front of him. "This... is nothing. If the fourth level is this easy... the fifth level should be--a piece of cake."

He slammed his hand against the stone, causing a powerful vibration to ripple through it.

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