Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Instantly, everyone could feel the young bag's spiritual aura. Its gaze locked with Uis's, and its eyebrows furrowed in anger as well.

"The fake spiritual aura again, huh..."

Uis said as if to mock this feeling of bloodlust that weighed on him. Noticing this, Lyrian was immediately taken aback slightly. Uis said something that he wasn't expecting to hear. It intrigued him as he thought to himself, 'Fake spiritual aura?'

"Boy... I don't know what kind of world you come from or what your true reasons are, but you won't get out of here alive, I can promise you that."

The young bag spoke with a tone of trying to hold in his anger.

"We must defend the Bringer Of Light!"

It yelled as its two young bag companions stepped up beside it, sticking their chests out in pride and confidence. In looks, their bodies resembled that of the king's, except they had no tails and were slightly smaller all around. Still, they were domineering beings with statures and presences that were enough to make one not want to fight them.

Nonetheless, the kids in the crowd had already gone through their fair share of trials and tribulations by now and were ready to take on any challenge to get to their goals. Beside Uis, Nelmis, the leader of the White Knights, stepped up, and also Linc, the third most powerful in the Deck Group. Each of them stood opposite the three young bags, facing them as they battled their respective egos.

'Only sending in his third in command, huh...'

Lyrian looked at Spade, who was currently smiling slightly as he stared forward at his teammates. Nelmis, the wielder of the battle axe, took his weapon off of his back and held it to the side with one hand. The weapon was barbaric and large, fit for an orc. Yet, the boy held it with ease as muscles and veins popped out of his forearms.

Lyrian noticed the boy taking out his weapon and also saw Nelmis looking toward his second in command, Jackson, who was currently unconscious due to mana exhaustion. With his stoic face staying the same expression, he then looked back at Lyrian before directing his gaze forward once again. Lyrian was keeping track of all the stronger kids to make sure he could plan perfectly.

If someone was too strong to handle and he couldn't anticipate that, then it could easily ruin anything he had in mind in the future. He was also observing the other two, Linc and Uis. Linc, picking his hair, took out multiple thin, purple needles.

Uis, on the other hand, was already armed and ready to go. As this happened, Yang, floating up top, didn't seem to care much about what was unfolding. Instead, it perched atop the large mango and began to peck at it, eventually chowing down without concern. Finally, the three young bags took out spears from their backs, and instantly surged them forward in unison, not giving the three kids much time to react.

Nonetheless, the three managed to dash back and avoid getting hit as each of them began clashing with a Magma Dweller on their own, scattering throughout the tower top. "Oi!" One of the old bags shouted to the other.

"Looks like these ignorant humans won't back off! How much more transportation do you have!?"

The other old bag quickly replied as he looked down at his wrist, on which appeared to be a small amulet with a teal crystal embedded in it. He acted impatiently.

"Uh... 20! 20 of them!"

The other one didn't hesitate for even a moment before replying.

"Good! Summon them all here! We need reinforcements!"

The old bag hurriedly spoke, seeing the state of chaos on the tower top right now. Blasts of bright red ember clashed around due to Uis's magic spells, which were being blocked by the young bag's spear, causing massive and loud explosions to erupt everywhere. Linc and his opponent young bag moved through the tower top at the fastest speeds, clashing needle and spear as they looked to be on equal footing with each other.

Nelmis also fought powerfully with his axe, swinging it around everywhere, which caused some worry among everyone present.

"B-But, I can only summon random ones! They may not be strong!"

One of the old bags said with slight fear in its voice, as the other one quickly retorted.

"Just hurry up and do it! We don't have any other options right now, you moron!"

With this, the other old bag finally listened as he closed his eyes for a microsecond, and as he opened them, 20 Magma Dwellers had suddenly been summoned from out of thin air, with the teal light beneath their feet quickly dispersing into nothingness.

"Get them!"

The fierce old bag shouted as all of the Magma Dwellers quickly understood what was happening and stormed towards the kids with weapons in hand. Seeing the sudden creatures, Lyrian decided to count the number of fighters on each side. Without counting Yang, there were 25 on the Magma Dweller side and 23 on the examinee side.

Most of the remaining examinees were ones that Lyrian already knew about; some were a little distant, but Lyrian still knew their connections to the majority that he knew a bit more, and finally, a few were complete randoms that he had never seen before. While counting, he also noticed a robed examinee, which caught his attention slightly.

But, keeping that in the back of his mind, he focused on what was happening ahead of him currently. As the horde of Magma Dwellers stormed towards the kids with weapons in hand, the kids also ran forward, not waiting for even a moment.

Clearly, they were excited to fight. Lyrian clenched his fist, still feeling a hint of weakness in his bones. Currently, he was barely at half mana, and his health and stamina hadn't fully recovered either, but despite all of that, he still felt exhilarated to fight.

It seemed fighting for multiple days nonstop wasn't enough for him. The knowledge, experience, and power that he gained from each combat experience were enough for him to continue doing it over and over again.