Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Rylan picked up his glasses, turning back around as he quickly put them on. The boy next to him, similar in height to Leon, sported dreadlocks and bore a distinctive scar running across the back of his head. His dark brown skin had a rich complexion, and he donned a sleeveless tunic-like white garment made of an iron-plastic blend that accentuated his muscular arms and poked out above his shoulders.

"Move." He suddenly said, as Rylan quickly made his way further in line. The boy began picking up different meats on his plate, as Rylan looked back and made eye contact with the bullies.

The fat one looked to be infuriated. He moved his thumb up to his neck and ran through it horizontally, gesturing to Rylan that he was done. It seemed that looking so pathetic in front of someone that he was bullying had hurt his ego, and now, Rylan knew that the anger that came from that was going to be thrown at him.

The bullies promptly left after this, allowing Rylan to catch a breath. He spit out some blood as he continued to move through the line silently.

Leon looked at the new kid who just got in line, and then at Rylan. "You alright?" He asked.

Hearing this, Rylan's expression lightened up slightly. "Oh me? Yea... I'm used to this by now, so it doesn't really affect me too much. It does hurt, though." He awkwardly chuckled.

***

Lyrian had been cultivating for the entire day since he Reaped the Generational Grizzly's soul. There were no distractions in his mind as he sat in a lotus position and used Gale to manipulate the Molten Essence into his core.

On the outside, he was sweating profusely, as the nonstop cultivation was interfering with his body's ability to maintain temperature. At this moment, the final drops of Molten Essence were being absorbed from his neck, traveling through his meridians, and entering straight into his core in the form of mana.

Suddenly, as the final bit of Molten Essence was absorbed, his eyelids flew open, the sweat on top of them flying out into the distance. The hairs on his body that stood erect calmed down, as he breathed a deep sigh, which came out in the form of thick white smoke.

Lyrian stood up, looking at his palms as he opened and closed them. Suddenly, a large grin spread across his face. He jumped up and down, going 5 feet up at a time with ease. Then, he ran around the cave excitedly.

He could feel new power simply surging through his veins. It felt like the time he ranked up, a burst of power that yearned to be used, 'Gear, open up my stats.' He thought to himself with an eager smile. Nothing made him more happy than gaining power.

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Lyrian Theageld

Title(s): None

Species: Human

Bloodline: Unknown

Age: 10 Years

Overall Power (OP): 8

Vitality: 115 Years

Health: 79/79

Stamina: 77/77

Strength: 81

Agility: 80

Defense: 75

Body: Normal

Rank: Genesis: Layer 1

MP: 129/200 (+50)

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

Lyrian's smile dissipated for a short second as his eyes widened in shock. He was expecting a boost, but not to this extent. The Molten Essence had given him around 100 mana alone. Then, another smile, even bigger than the one before, showed itself on his face.

"Hahaha!" He began to laugh, opening and closing his palms once again, "Hell yeah..." He wanted to use this power as soon as possible but restrained himself and sat back down. "A full two days haven't passed, so I still have some time. Although I'm more powerful, this is not nearly enough. Let me use Creature-link now." He said, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath as he focused on the idea of creation using the art of smithing.

'Creation... the art of creating anew. Forming a perfect idea from an empty canvas...' He thought to himself. This was a sort of mantra that Brokkr taught him that got him in the right mindset to smith. However, as he slowly opened his eyes, he noticed a transparent, light blue screen in front of him.

"Huh? What's this?" He thought. It looked like the message screens that popped up when Gear talked to him, but instead, it was blank, like a canvas.

[This is the Creation System, and you are the creator]

That's all that Gear said, and from this alone, Lyrian understood what it was talking about. 'So just because I imagined a canvas to smith, I received one... 1000 cores...' He then thought to himself, closing his eyes once again.

He opened them, only for nothing new to show up.

[That goes outside of your abilities]

[You are the creator, but not the origin]

"Huh?" Lyrian was slightly confused about what Gear meant by this but brushed it off as he didn't want to waste too much time. This canvas in front of him was now seemingly his board for creation.

Now, he was going to begin fusing the souls using Creature-link. Before, he had simply commanded the system itself to fuse the souls, but now, he was going to be the one to control it.

He didn't know exactly how to approach this idea, but he thought that since thinking seemed to be working, he would think about the two souls. First, he thought about the Hobgoblin's soul, as a small, transparent Hobgoblin suddenly appeared on the canvas in front of Lyrian.

His eyes widened slightly in shock as he took in a small gasp. He then thought of the Generational Grizzly, and that too appeared. The two didn't just look to be recreations/models of the two creatures, but instead, the actual souls, since they moved as if they were real.

Now that the two were on the canvas, Lyrian was hit with a multitude of options. Without even closing his eyes, he could simply think and adjust everything on the canvas. If he thought about allowing the grizzly to stand, it did. If he thought about giving the Hobgoblin some hairy, bear arms, that's what happened.

In front of Lyrian was an almighty mecha of creation, one which he could manipulate to his will!