Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



At this point, Lyrian noticed that Silvus was right next to him, already in a fight with the second old bag. He hadn't noticed him, but the two attacked the old bags at the exact same time.

Lyrian didn't pay too much attention to him, instead, focusing on the old bag in front of him. Silvus too, did not glance over at Lyrian. As he began exchanging sword slashes with the old bag, he could tell that its ability and experience were most likely greater than the young bags', but when it came to strength, it was obviously bluffing.

From his estimation, the creature was not much higher than the 60s or 70s when it came to overall stats. This... wasn't a challenge. No matter how talented, or experienced a creature was, sheer strength seemed to win out most of the time.

That was the main lesson that Lyrain learned throughout his 100-floor climb. When all else failed, an onslaught of pure magical force was the thing that helped him succeed and ascend the floors.

Using that same logic here, he Enhanced the hand that held his sword, as he quickly dashed over to the old bag and swung his sword directly at it. It attempted to sidestep the straightforward attack, but unfortunately for it, the speed at which it moved was far too slow.

Lyrian changed the trajectory of his attack while it was still moving, aiming to the side. As the old bag tried its best to block the blade with its own, his dagger was swiftly cracked into pieces like it was glass--the obsidian sword piercing through its heart.

The old bag was smaller than usual Magma Dwellers, so it got skewered by Lyrian's blade, the life in its eyes quickly disappearing. Lyrian swung it in the air to get rid of the body, causing it to be cut in half as it dropped to the floor before skidding to a stop.

Looking at his blade, one thing Lyrian was happy about was that the Magma Dwellers didn't have blood. Right now, he imagined that to be a good thing, since he didn't have to worry about his sword becoming tainted. 

Looking over to Silvus, Lyrian expected him to also be finished with his fight. He was shocked to see that the young prince was still fighting, but even more shocked when he realized that the fight wasn't with the old bag--it had already died--instead, it was with... Syanr!

Silvus blocked Syanr's bamboo, holding it in front of his head as Syanr pushed forward. Although the latter seemed to be struggling slightly, Silvus wasn't even breaking a sweat, his expression as calm as ever.

"Cheh."

Silvus scoffed.

"Not even a leader... not even able to defeat that brute,"

Silvus began to say, his tone sounding disappointed and almost disgusted. Syanr didn't speak.

"Not even a royal... or a high noble. A rodent."

Silvus spoke with utter disdain. Hatred could be seen rooted deeply in his seemingly calm eyes.

"Instead of Spade... a mere rodent dares to attack me."

He finally finished his words, as Syanr let out a final push. Silvus swiftly stepped to the side, parrying Syanr's attack as he pulled his wand back. Syanr nearly lost his balance, feeling a deadly aura the moment he lost his guard, making him quickly dash back a few feet.

At that moment, Lyrian also felt a dangerous presence coming at him from his right, like a hot piece of iron that was getting closer to his skin. Not having the time to turn, he put up his sword to block any incoming attack.

*BAANG*

A sharpened hand that resembled a spear crashed into Lyrian's obsidian blade at the very second he put it. Spade's hand was stopped instantly, as he retracted it and dashed back a feet feet.

Lyrian, his guard now up, finally looked at the attacker. Spade was smiling, but also shaking his hand.

"Ouch. That's a wierd obsidian blade." 

He said, smiling. Lyrian didn't seem to find it funny, his experience quite serious.

'Spade... this fight is already happening huh.'

Lyrian thought to himself, checking his mana. Currently, it was still a little above half.

"I knew you were probably going to defend yourself and put it up before I could slice your head off... but I also expected for me to break an obsidian blade. What craftsman did you hire for such a weapon?"

He asked rhetorically, impressed by it's durability.

"That's not what you should be worrying about right now."

Lyrian spoke, pointing his blade towards the boy. It was clear to him that Spade wasn't taking him too seriously.

"Hahaha!"

Spade suddenly burst out into a laugh. Lyrian didn't reply.

"You actually made me use my sword. Congrats."

The boy unsheathed his own blade. It was as black as Lyrian's but was clearly made of metal, not obsidian.

***

Leon stopped his Iron Blitz through the horde of Magma Dwellers and sheathed his sword as he noticed Lyrian being attacked by Spade. Although he trusted Lyrian, he also knew that Spade wasn't someone to ignore. 

He didn't know exactly how powerful he was or what he had up his sleeve, and that was what made him worthy of being wary about. 

"Oi! What are looking at them for? You have another thing to worry about right in front of you!"

Linc suddenly said, nearing Leon, who quickly turned to face him.

"You? Hmm."

Leon squinted his eyes, looking to think about something.

"What's on your mind, you seem confused."

Linc mocked, chuckling slightly.

"I'm thinking of a way to deal with this entire situation. As long as Lyrian wins... I should be able to finish off the rest of the dwellers with that girl, and then all that's left would be the final beast. It's super strong as well, so I'll have to conserve some energy."

Leon began to think out loud. Linc laughed at the last part of Leon's statement.

"Oh no, trust me. You will want to go all out for this fight. That is... if you care to pass this exam..."