Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



"What the heck!? You can't just sit down and expect us to wait for you! We're screwed! Fucked even! This is a horrible situation, how did it get to this!?" Alten yelled, freaking out.

"He did say that we could go for the golden-tiered creature if we wanted to. I will wait for him at the village, and maybe train with some soldiers there. You can do as you wish." Leon said, beginning to walk away from the hut, fully accepting Lyrian's wishes.

"What! Of course, I'll wait for him," Alten quickly ran to where Lyrian was, "Train with soldiers, huh? Maybe I'll do the same."

...

After they left, an hour passed by. Suddenly, the trap door popped open, and an eyeball came out and looked left and right, before spotting Lyrian staring back.

"Open the door!" Lyrian, said, only for the trapdoor to quickly shut.

He closed his eyes and began waiting again. He was determined, there was no way he was going to leave without a fixed sword.

'He is some big shot who travels entire kingdoms just for events or whatever. Why can't he just find the humility to fix my sword? I won't fail this exam, but I will get this blade fixed. Who knows if blacksmith's in the academy can fix obsidian swords anyways, if even dwarfs can't.'

Lyrian sat there, using Gale and cultivating. Before he even noticed, a day had already passed. Now it was the 17th day of the exam, and Lyrian decided to start his morning by training.

After doing an assortment of push-ups on the floor, pull-ups on some ledges, sit-ups, and some squats, he began training his sword skills as well.

Or, at least, what he had left of his sword, which was only the hilt. Still, after learning more from Leon, Lyrian knew that sword training was important since the sword was such a powerful weapon.

He practiced lunges and strikes, along with thrusts. After a few hours of sword practice, Lyrian finally put everything that he learned together into one big attack.

Running forward with the hilt in his sheath, he quickly dashed forward, releasing his hilt as he slashed the air many times and arrived at the other side, his hilt back in his sheath.

This was all done in a very quick motion, taking a total of 2 seconds. Just as he fully sheathed his hilt, a sudden notification hit him.

*Ding* [Congradulations! Your Sword Mastery has hit 1%]

'Huh, it's been a while since I've gotten a notification like that from Gear. Thinking on it, I haven't checked my stats in a while either.'

"Gear, open up my stats."

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Lyrian Theageld

Title(s): None

Species: Human

Bloodline: Unknown

Age: 10 Years

Overall Power (OP): 6

Vitality: 111 Years

Health: 62/62

Stamina: 64/64

Strength: 60

Agility: 65

Defense: 59

Body: Normal

Rank: Genesis: Layer 1

MP: 28/200 (+50)

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'What about skills.'

┏━━━Abilities━━━┓

Creature-link (Mastery 1%)

Reap (Mastery 3%)

Skill Convergence (Mastery 1%)

Enhance (Mastery 5%)

Shock Fist (Mastery 4%)

Swordskill (Mastery 5%)

┗━━━━━━━━━━┛

'Let's see Garmr's'

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Garmr

Species: Obsidian Wolf

Age: 1

Overall Power (OP): 8

Health: 83/83

Stamina: 82/82

Strength: 90

Agility: 88

Defense: 79

Rank: Normal

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

'This wolf, although he was genetically stronger than his normal counterparts, it being this strong is simply insane. The system must have something to do with his power.' Lyrian thought to himself on seeing Garmr's absurd stats.

[Correct. When a creature is a soul bound to you through Creature-link, Its power increases according to your power]

[However, there are genetic limitations to this]

'As I thought...'

As he was looking at Garmr's stats, an odd, familiar sound came from below the ledge, prompting Lyrian to go and check it. The sound was of several quick footsteps thudding against the ground, but Lyrian couldn't believe that it was what he was thinking until he saw it for himself

On leaning over the ledge, he saw a group of giant spiders climbing up toward the hut, "Here!?" He said, quickly Enhancing his fists.

'There are ten of them! That would be somewhat of a challenge for me even with Leon and Alten, but taking them on alone is a whole nother thing! Especially since I can't just blow them up, this isn't an enclosed area. If I try it, they will just dodge.' Lyrian thought to himself.

The dwarf looked out from the window, noticing the spiders coming to attack his hut again. Usually, he would fend them off himself, but his eyes widened slightly as he saw the annoying boy outside jump from the ledge down into the pit of spiders.

Lyrian did this so they changed their attention to him, and oh they did. All the spiders quickly rushed towards him, as he tried to make space between himself and them.

'Since I have no actual magic spells, all I can do is cast the basic elements of fire and such using my mana. Still, it's slow and not effective in an actual fight.' Lyrian thought to himself, dashing around the spiders as he dodged the web slings, thinking of how to defeat them all, 'I need to learn some actual spells for combat, and also to use my Skill Convergence ability. But, I guess that's one of the reasons I wanted to join this academy in the first place.'

On thinking this, he jumped up into the air, attempting to use a blast of fire to scorch the spiders down below, but as he thought, they quickly jumped out of the way.

After this, he tried to use ice to freeze them first, but the spread didn't spread fast enough to catch them. Wind only pushed them around, and earth didn't do much either.

However, as he fought, the old dwarf inside observed him. Currently, his mouth was slightly agape in awe, 'Paragon Magus? Am I seeing things or did that boy just use all four main elements at once?' He thought to himself, shocked by what he was seeing.