Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



The crowd of Magma Dwellers roared in excited cheers. Lyrian breathed a sigh of relief, his plans almost ruined by Uis, who he now deemed to be an idiot.

Uis on the other hand hadn't blinked or moved even once after they disappeared, his left eye and left finger slightly twitching in shock. Out of nowhere, he took in a deep breath before screaming at the top of his lungs.

"LYRIAN! YOU BASTARD! YOU'VE DOOMED ALL OF US!"

He began stomping towards the boy who he was so angry at, as most of the examinees shared the same hatred, shock, and confusion.

"Who the hell are you? Huh!? You come and defeat the king, and now you want to summon a new king from their god!? Do you want to eliminate all of us including yourself? What is your plan!?"

Uis said, walking up to Lyrian as he took out his wand. Lyrain looked to the side nonchalantly.

"Ah... shush. I'll deal with it. Just put your wand away and everything will be alright."

Uis was further angered by this calm statement, as he gripped his wand even tighter than before.

"You'll deal with it? I don't care about you, I care about me! My team! You've doomed all of us. What is it? Did you give yourself some sort of advantage? Something that saves us from this pit of death you created for everyone here!?"

Lyrain wasn't surprised by this level of anger. It was only acceptable from Uis' foolish and unlearned point of view. Now, he decided that there wasn't any point in hiding the facts any longer. It would be obvious in a few moments anyway.

"The Bringer of Light... is the golden-tiered core creature. It's the one we've been searching for."

As he said this, Uis garnered a confused expression.

"The golden tie-- what nonsense are you spouting? That creature is in the Tundra Arena! This place is only the damn shortcut, you fool!"

Lyrain was slightly thrown off by this. All this time, he had thought that this was the Tundra Arena. To confirm, he looked back at Alten.

"This isn't the Tundra Arena... it's supposed to be out in the open. Cold... harsh." Alten swiftly replied.

Lyrian turned his head back around towards Uis, who stared at him with a horrible gaze, panting in his anger.

"Listen... what this boils down to is this. That creature will be the golden-tiered creature, and I, nor my team will have more of a chance at getting that core than your team. I'm not saying your team will not be eliminated, but I'm not saying mine will be perfectly fine either. It will be a fair fight, so it's up to you to survive."

Before Uis could reply, a teal light appeared beneath everyone's feet. Uis looked down at the light, then back up at Lyrian.

"We don't have any choice now because of you... if you are lying, I swear to god I'll have the heads of all your family members at my feet." 

The boy said with unwavering eyes of malice and anger. Hearing these distasteful words slightly pissed off Lyrian, who paused for a moment before saying.

"Shut up. I don't serve you. If I wanted, I could have lied to you instead of telling you the truth. Don't take my honesty for granted and think you can threaten my family."

Uis didn't say a word, his expression the same. As the final lights came over both of them, Lyrian finished by saying.

"Understand that in both the exam and in real life, I'm stronger than you."

These final words were enough to tip the stirring pot. Uis had tried to control his anger, but this was getting too much. At this moment raised his wand to cast a spell, but unfortunately, it was already too late for him.

***

Before Lyrian could even open his eyes, he felt an almost forgotten feeling of frost that dug at his skin. Harsh cold winds nearly blew him off balance, as he opened his eyes to realize that he was in some sort of thick blizzard.

A large gust of sheer cold wind came blew in out of nowhere at that moment, moving his entire body slightly as he grabbed onto a large pillar that was next to him. Looking around, he could barely make out where he was, but it was undoubtedly outside.

The skies were dark grey and consumed by the giant hurricane blizzard, throwing sheets of cold ice that felt like razors around through the air. This was easily the most difficult climate Lyiran had ever been to, he knew that surviving there for even a minute without a body fortified by cultivation would simply be impossible.

Squinting his eyes and surveying the area as much as he could, he figured out that in front of him were large stairs--no, they were stone seats of some sort that circle the premises of the place, which he deemed was the top of the tower.

All in all, the circumference wasn't that large. From where he stood, to the other edge of the tower top, it was about 50 to 100 feet, but he couldn't tell exactly since the blizzard blocked his vision.

He noticed at that moment that he was counting the length of the tower as if he was at the edge of it, so to confirm, he looked behind him. What he saw was enough to send shivers down even his back. 

It was an endless, blizzard gray drop mere feet behind him. Noticing this, he jumped forward and grabbed onto his pillar even tighter than before. Looking around, some pillars surrounding the edge of the tower top, each connected with a thin roof.

"Lyrian!"

Leon's voice suddenly rang from out of nowhere, as Lyrian looked to the pillar toward his right to see that Leon was also hanging on for dear life.

"Down there!" 

Leon yelled, gesturing toward the middle of the tower. While looking there, Lyrian saw the five old and young bags, seemingly holding some sort of artifact.