Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Seeing Lyrian's eyes go to the side in thought, the old shop owner already knew what he was thinking. 'Thoughts of dishonoring the agreement huh? Pesky brat.' He joked to himself.

"Now, give me your wrist," he said, pulling Lyrian's hand closer out of nowhere. He touched Lyrian's bracelet with a bracelet of his own.

"What!? But I thought you said I didn't have to pay if I went with the second option!" Lyrian exclaimed in confusion.

"Boy, that 1,000,000 Riftstone payment will only be called off when you actually meet that man. How do I know you won't just piss off after you leave this store and never try to meet him? I gotta have insurance," the old man said with a growing smirk on his face.

"I just put a separate payment of 1,000,000 Riftstones already pending onto your account. It won't count towards your real amount of money yet, but it will whenever I want it to. If I see that by the end of your learning at this academy, you still haven't met that man, then the 1,000,000 will be deducted from your account."

Lyrian's eyes widened slightly in shock. 'What!? That's insane! One million isn't a small amount! Even after becoming MVP of the entrance exams, I barely managed to get 3500. It wouldn't be possible to get one million before the four years of this school end!'

Seeing the shocked expression on the boy's face, the shop owner couldn't help but laugh a little more. "Oh, and don't forget. This deduction will carry over into the real world, and you will maintain this debt in actual currency until you pay it off! So don't even think about betraying the contract!"

A short pause ensued, and then Lyrian abruptly pulled back his wrist. "Fine! I'll find that man and tell him how big of a belly you've accumulated all these years!" Lyrian said in anger as he began walking out of the store with his BF module. The old man laughed it off.

As Alten and Leon neared the counter, Alten having a nervous expression on his face, the old man began to laugh again. "Pah-haha! That brat doesn't know that I've actually lost a few pounds since ten years ago..."

Hearing this, Alten noticed the suited man fix his glasses with a serious expression, seemingly trying to control himself as he clenched his jaw. He then looked back at the laughing old man. 'Yea... there's no way he's lost weight.' He thought to himself.

"Sir Ploutus... here are our BF modules..." Alten quietly said in a timid tone as he placed the modules on the counter.

"You know my name?" The old man addressed as Ploutus squinted one of his eyes and raised an eyebrow on the other as he questioned Alten.

"Well, yes of course! According to him, you are the Director of Wealth affairs in the academy! You are the head of the renowned Wealth Sector! One of the elders who sit at the meeting tabl--"

Alten was suddenly cut off. "Alright, alright! I get it. You can stop, I don't like being complimented too much. It boosts my ego, which I am trying to keep small."

Alten looked over to the suited man, who fixed his glasses while maintaining a firm expression once again. He couldn't help but muse slightly inside. 'It seems he does that every time the director lies...'

Lyrian stood outside of the shop, waiting for his friends. He looked around at the frivolously flowing stream of people in the river called the street. 'Who is it? A man who went to this academy 10 years ago... must still be fairly young. In his twenties... And, on top of that, he also wants to rule the world. That would make him my enemy, right? He can't just be some random guy, can he? Surely, the fat bastard wouldn't cherish him so much if he was.'

Lyrian continued thinking on this, as Leon and Alten suddenly stepped out of the shop. Alten quickly noticed Lyrian leaning on the wall beside the door.

"Oh? Waiting for us huh? How sweet." He mocked in a funny tone as the three began walking. In moments, they fused into the seemingly ever-flowing crowd.

"Shut up." Lyrian retorted, only for Alten to laugh. "Hahaha! I thought you were going to storm all the way back to the academy, seeing how mad you were. Anyways, I wonder who that man is... are you sure it isn't him?"

Alten said, looking over at a man who seemed to be homeless in one of the alleyways of the city. Lyrian glanced over at him and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Homeless? In a city like this?" He clenched his jaw. So far, he wasn't appreciating a lot of the things he was seeing.

Soon they made their way into the academy again. Although the school day was over, students still roamed the halls and attended different classes. It was not only for afterschool clubs but also for the extra selected classes.

This was something Lyrian had been thinking about for a while. "How do the selective classes work? Are you supposed to meet someone for them?"

He said, peeking his head into one of the classes as they walked by.

"I see first years in there too." He saw Jackson in the class he peeked his head into, who nodded on seeing him. Lyrian nodded back as he continued to walk through the hall.

"Nah, it's all in your bracelet. From the first day, you can start selecting classes, and the selection period ends after the first ten days. I also find the class system to be quite weird though. Like... why are we taught Zaryn mythology as one of the main god damn courses... and not the class that we all came here for? Magia?"

Alten replied.

  This was the whole reason Lyrian asked his original question in the first place. 'Magic... or, Magia, which it is called more commonly amongst the noble-folk.'

Lyrian thought to himself. "I don't know why the main courses are made like that, but neither do I care. If I can select classes now, then I might as well."

Lyrian said as he began scrolling through his bracelet. With some help from both Alten and Leon, he found the Magia class and selected it.