Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Most of the people in the room -- who were already paying attention to the conversation -- were taken aback in a resounding aura of astonishment as they heard what Lyrian said.

The room then dropped dead silent as Lyrian stared at Syanr who was sitting on top of a few barrels of wine that were stacked on top of each other. Syanr slowly turned to look at Lyrian, in disbelief himself.

"You..."

Syanr paused, looking down at the ground, everyone held their breath in anticipation of what was going to happen. Had Syanr's rage ensued, or was it something else? No one could tell, since he was hiding his face.

Out of nowhere, his head popped back up with a giant smile on his face, "Hahaha! Good one! Alright Lyrian, let's not cause any trouble before our team leaders show up. After all, this might be something we all have to work for." 

The boy smirked, as the tension in the room calmed down. Lyrian sat down after this as well, beginning to speak with the rest of his group. Kedward, who was sitting down on one of the lower barrels next to Syanr, chuckled, "Ha! You totally punked him. Letting him off like that is a respectable thing to do for someone so much stronger."

Syan didn't speak, as the person standing behind him -- the boy with the queen of spades on top of his eyebrow; rank 3 of the Deck Group -- stared at Syanr, knowing what he was thinking deep inside.

To his surprise, Syanr began to speak, "The Black Sheep huh..." he said, before suddenly laying down on his back and closing his eyes after taking a deep breath.

Alten and the others were curious about two things, first thing was, how in the hell did Rylan make it all the way to the top!? On questioning him, Rylan stood up in front of everyone and slightly fixed his collar, a bit nervous to speak.

"I may seem like a total weakling, but I have some tricks up my sleeve. It's not from my physical strength, skill, or even magical power, but more so, from technology." 

The boy reached into his pocket before pulling out a small square, the size of a golf ball. It looked to have many mechanical parts and was of various different colors, like a culmination of some sort of computer chipboard.

With the interest of the group received, Rylan continued to explain, "All I have to do is push this button and..."

Suddenly, the small cube in Rylan's hand expanded into a giant gun blaster of sorts that was as large as an AK-47. It was made of multiple metals and chips and whatever else, to be frank, Lyrian didn't have a clue as to what he was looking at.

Nonetheless, Rylan said that it was something he made at home and that since it didn't use actual magic, it was legal in the exam as a normal weapon.

"All you have to do is aim at something..." He said, aiming the gun towards a pile of barrels with no one nearby, "And shoot... I'm going to do the weaker bullet since I don't want this entire corner blowing up."

He pulled the trigger, and a large bullet shot out from the gun at extreme speeds, making it seem like a dart of light, before piercing straight through the barrels. Out of nowhere, Rylan was showered by a stream of whine, causing him to bare an unimpressed expression.

The group laughed, but the power of the technology was still impressive, Alten was the most surprised, "I didn't even know you had this!? When did you start making guns and not slingshots!?" He exclaimed in confusion.

Rylan laughed nervously, "Yea... it was a somewhat recent endeavor."

After this, they moved on to the second, and most intriguing thing, that the entire group wanted to figure out. Looking at Lyrian, seeing his ripped clothing and damaged body, they couldn't help but wonder, what floor did he start at?

With the eyes of everyone in his group on him, who was laying back nonchalantly while waiting for something to happen, spoke, "What floor? Oh yea... floor 1." He spoke, indifferently as if it were no big deal.

The jaws of both Rylan and Alten dropped to the floor, as Leon's eyes widened in surprise.

"You're that much ahead of everyone? That..." Leon paused, "That's just like you. I wouldn't expect any less." He slightly laughed.

The other two however were blown out of their own minds. "What the fuck did you just say!? Floor 1?!" Alten shouted in shock, as several heads suddenly turned to look at him.

He quickly noticed this, and closed his mouth before pausing to speak, allowing the other kids to go back to what they were doing. After a short sigh of relief, he returned to what he was saying with a whisper.

"That's insane! How did you survive all of that!? I know I haven't even gone more than one floor, but from what I've heard from Leon, it's supposed to be extremely difficult, especially the bosses."

Rylan was no less shocked, asking questions of the perplexity of his own.

"It is what it is. I can't say for certain why I was given that floor, but I still got here." Lyrian gave this answer since it was also the truth, but he was thinking inside, 'To be frank, it must have had something to do with Garmr and Zuuc living inside of me, mostly Garmr. If that's the case, future strength-ranked dungeons that give you harder missions purely based on my power won't be great to deal with...' He contemplated with slight concern.

"So... I've seen that hallway to the outside open this entire time. Why hasn't anyone gone through yet to start the final battle?"

Lyrian suddenly said, throwing his team members off guard. Alten didn't mind explaining.

"Oh, that... well, it's because people have tried in the past. Half of how many are in this room actually. I know since I was the first one in the 100th room. They all failed miserably, and that's why all the factions are waiting for their team leaders to arrive. They either want to plan more, or go in for a full-on raid of the final boss..."