Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



"Holy... fuck! I almost just died!" 

Alten exclaimed while still panting. His heart was beating so fast that he felt like it was about to pop out of his chest.

"Well, you would have definitely, been eliminated."

Lyrian said, walking closer to him.

"Lyrian!" 

Alten suddenly began crying tears of joy and gratitude as he hung onto his savior's legs.

"Thank you so much! I don't know I will ever repay you!" 

He rambled, snot and tears covering his face. Lyrian chuckled, finding the situation comedic.

"I need you for my information, so I can't have you being eliminated. Just continue doing that, and you don't need to repay me at all."

As Alten continued to cry in thankfulness, Leon had something else to say, as another large gust of sheer cold flew through the tower top.

"Hey... how about we stop the somber shit and get to some pillars before we fly off. We are still here, don't forget." 

He looked forward, as the others did the same. What they saw was a dangerous blizzard, and they felt was a painful cold. They made their way to three separate pillars, before beginning to hang on.

Finally, Lyrian noticed that the old and young bags began to move, the small, sparkling artifact in their hands. They walked up a series of steps Lyrian hadn't noticed before, before arriving at an overarching shrine made of stone, with a pedestal below it on the ground.

All the examinees observed the Magma Dwellers carefully, as they placed rose the artifact above the pedestal. At this moment, everyone saw that the artifact... was a ring. The reason it sparkled, was because it had a ruby on top of it.

On top of that, many felt as though they had seen that type of ring before many times. At first, they imagined the artifact to be some sort of sacrifice to the gods, or something of that sort to summon the Bringer of Ligh. However, they all soon realized that...

"Hey! That's a... storage ring!" 

Kedward suddenly called out.

Lyrian had also noticed this since he had the same type of ring. One that allowed him to store things in a place that was 20 by 20 feet in size.

Still, he, and the others expected some sort of ritual to go down before the god was summoned. The storage ring... must have held the things needed for the ritual. Ah! Of course, it all made sense now!

With the ring held above the ornate pedestal, an old bag finally enacted its power. A hushed chant filled the air for a handful of seconds. And then, in a crescendo of wonderment, reality warped and yielded to an astonishing manifestation—a gargantuan red mango materialized, perched upon the pedestal's surface.

A chorus of exclamations and gasps surged through the assembled examinees, their eyes wide as saucers, and their minds grappling with the surreal sight before them. Amidst the collective astonishment, a voice rang out, filled with surprise and a dash of humor, "What the hell? A colossal mango, out of all possible things!"

The mango had a tinge of green at the bottom, was most red in the middle, and even had some orangeish-yellow at the top. However, what truly defied comprehension was its sheer magnitude—a prodigious fruit, nearly half the length of a city bus. This gargantuan presence cast a shadow over the very concept of ordinary fruit, looming high above even the tallest heads present. 

An aura of grandiosity enveloped the colossal mango, its dimensions rivaling the towering pillars that flanked it. These pillars, which soared twenty feet into the heavens, found their counterpart in the elongated form of the fruit.

'A mango?' 

Lyrian thought to himself, perplexed.

'A mango huh... this creature that they are "summoning"... is it truly a god?' 

He was skeptical of the "god" being summoned at this point.

"The Bringer of Light! We shall summon you now with this offering!"

One of the old bags suddenly shouted, raising his hand in the air.

'Wait a minute... that's the offering to a god? A mango? Surely...'

Before even 30 seconds passed by, the sounds of wings flapping could be heard in the distance. The old bags smiled in relief, as the young bags smiled in disbelief.

*Kaaw!! Kaaaw!*

The sounds of a bird resounded throughout the sky, like a reverberating divine sound. Finally, a blinding white light suddenly erupted through the clouds up above, assaulting everyone with a feeling of warmth and brightness.

Lyrian managed to get himself used to the bright gleam, as he caught a glimpse of what was in the sky. It was a giant bird, as large as the Black Kailion itself!

Its beak displayed a gentle shade of yellow, while its body appeared as though it had been molded in the flames, adorned with streaks of red, yellow, and orange coursing through its form. Emitting a radiance that was nearly blinding, especially with the light refracting off the falling snow and rain, it illuminated the surroundings.

As if addressing this issue, the colossal bird swiftly expanded its wingspan and puffed out its chest. With a decisive flap, it conjured a vigorous gust of warm air, which instantaneously swept away the snow, sleet, and rain. This gust tore through the gloomy gray clouds, causing them to dissipate into nothingness within moments.

In its wake, the awe-inspiring creature left a sky painted in vivid blue, having obliterated the blizzard's presence with the sheer might of its wing stroke. Within mere seconds, it was as though the blizzard had never taken place at all.

Having shielded himself from the bird's forceful breeze, Lyrian lowered his hands and gazed at the bird. The bird had now turned its attention to pecking at the massive mango, its actions striking a curious sight.

'This creature... these idiots didn't summon a god... they just lured in a hungry bird.' 

He almost broke out into a laugh, but didn't since, he was the one who suffered most from the words of the Magma Dwellers who spoke as if they were actually summoning some sort of deity.