Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Eyes of the students gathered in front of the arena suddenly all turned to look over their shoulders as Lyrian, who was currently sitting on the ground, got up to his feet.

"Don't worry... I wasn't touching the floor," he said as he calmly walked over to the stage. As he did, several confused expressions followed each step. Confused expressions, perplexed expressions, and even some hysterical expressions.

Rerth even let out a slight scoff in amusement as he saw what Lyrian was doing. Lyrian walked up to the stage with both feet balanced on the bamboo sticks... except, they were balanced on them horizontally, not vertically.

He jumped onto the platform, taking up a good amount of space. His opponent, Kalon, didn't seem to find it as funny as the teacher. He was infuriated.

"What!? Surely this is against the rules!" He looked at Rerth, who had a smile on his face.

"My rules are absolute. Although he comes off as a smart ass because of this, Lyrian improvised, adapted, and overcame."

Kalon wasn't happy with this response and had more to say immediately.

"But this has nothing to do with balance anymore! I thought this drill was supposed to be about balance!" He yelled in frustration. Rerth simply looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. He was about to speak when Lyrian suddenly interjected.

"Sometimes, you need to balance your body in fights, and also in many other parts of hunting," he said, as Kalon furrowed his eyebrows and gazed intensely at the kid below him.

"But... other times, you can just kick the shit out of anything you hunt. It's called improvising," Lyrian finished what he was saying, sending a chill of rage up Kalon's spine.

"The match has begun!" Rerth spoke at that moment, satisfied with that answer. Kalon wasted no time, lunging forward toward his opponent.

"Even if you cheat, you won't have the balance to beat me!" He yelled as he neared Lyrian.

"Like I said before," Lyrian stared directly at Kalon. "I don't need balance if I can just beat you with a kick!"

He quickly swayed his feet to this side, as the bamboo attached to his leg drove into the vertical bamboo that Kalon was standing on. The two poles immediately slipped to the side, causing Kalon to drop down and hit the floor hard.

He groaned in pain as Lyrian simply walked over to him and took his pebble.

"You pass!" Rerth announced, as a smirk formed on Lyrian's face.

'Perfect.'

He jumped out of the ropes attached to the bamboo and made his way off the platform.

"W-Wait! My pebble..." Kalon said, fighting through the pain. He still cared about not failing, even if he didn't win the match.

"Oh..." Lyrian said, not even bothering to turn around. "I don't really care whether you fail or not. Catch it if you can."

He nonchalantly spoke, tossing it back behind him toward the boy. Kalon desperately caught it, as he stared at Lyrian who continued walking away.

As if timed, the bells marking the end of the first school day also rang precisely then.

"We will finish our duels tomorrow! Those not picked today have more time to prepare, so don't screw up! However, know that you will be judged more heavily as a consequence!" Rerth continued to say a bunch of random crap with Lyrian and just ignored it. All he wanted to do right now was get to his room and... eat. His stomach was already beginning to grumble, and it had barely been a couple of hours after his last meal at the canteen.

"Oh yes! And I forgot to mention, the Battle Forge!"

These words from Rerth suddenly cut through to Lyrian, as his interest was instantly piqued. He turned around, listening intently.

"I will explain it simply! Battle Forge will be something used by all of you as a training mechanism. Well, I guess not all of you, since some may not choose to train. Nonetheless, for those of you that do, it is a good way to do so."

Lyrian took a few steps closer. Food could wait, but this was important to learn right now. Other students also neared, wanting to hear about the training instrument.

"Every two weeks, our school has a game called the Battle Forge Real (BFR) against another school. It is quite simple... a battle between powerful students from different grades across many schools, to see who is the strongest. The Battle Forge (BR) is the simulation of the real deal, it's an online game. You can join it to practice for the BFR, but that doesn't mean you actually have to compete. Not many want to, and not many are strong enough to anyway. Anyway, the point is, that it's a good training instrument. Use it! I'll talk to you all more about it tomorrow. Right now, I have somewhere to be!"

Rerth finished up. He readied himself in a running position, before suddenly jumping up into the air and disappearing from the sight of the students.

'What an odd school... but that BR sounds cool.'

Lyrian thought to himself, turning around.

He arrived at his dorm room shortly after. He was expecting a total mess, but thankfully, it was pretty clean. For some reason, his roommate seemed to be missing as well though.

He had arrived at his room a bit late, so he expected most to have arrived at their rooms by now, including his roommate, but shrugged it off, thinking the kid was doing something else.

After all, from what Lyrian remembered, his roommate didn't look to be a first-year student, so there was probably stuff he needed to attend to.

At that moment, the door to his room suddenly flew open.

"Lyrian! Let's go, no time to waste!"

Alten barged inside and yelled, a bright smile on his face. Behind him was Leon, who stood outside.

"What?"

Lyrian said in confusion, as Alten suddenly wrapped his arm around him and pulled him outside.

"It's time to buy our own BR modules!"