Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 323 Traps Of The Graveyard

Jackson was equally impressed, as he exclaimed, "The way you can discern all of that is indeed astonishing. I didn't notice even half the things that you said,"

He paused, as everyone looked at him, "But, how are we supposed to use that information? There doesn't look to be any clues about how to open up this 'moving' wall."

Lyrian didn't hesitate to answer, "Most likely, there is a way to open it. It wouldn't be like this if there wasn't that way," 

He began moving his head, looking for anything that looked out of place near the dead-end wall.

His teammates did the same, "But... who's to say we have to do it the correct way? As long as we get to Orion's inheritance, anyway should work."

As he said this, he raised his hand and tightened it. As soon as it began to glow green, the others stepped back.

"That's some fair reasoning if I've ever heard it," Leon exclaimed.

"Hahaha." Geld chuckled, amused.

"Shock..."

Lyrian prepared to unleash his fist, 

"Fist!"

At that same moment, Alten uttered, "Hey guys... I think I found something."

Alten was standing next to what looked like a small pebble on the ground.

Except, it looked different in color and texture ever so slightly compared to every other stone.

The normal person wouldn't have been able to recognize this, but Alten's eyesight was extremely potent.

Not only had he trained from a young age for archery, but also because of his innate talented genetics for it.

He stepped on the pebble without second-guessing, as Lyrian's fist hurled toward the wall.

The pebble clicked into the ground as if it were a button. As soon as he pressed it, the wall in front of Lyrian suddenly slid in one direction.

In mere milliseconds, it disappeared from sight, slipping into one side of the wall.

However, Lyrian's fist didn't stop.

The force of his attack burst forward on the other side of the wall, plowing through several skeleton figures standing on the other side.

5, 10, and then 15... the group of students were shocked as they saw the aftershock of Lyrian's Shock Fist rummage through the skeletons.

Lyrian noticed the creatures and immediately called out, "Get ready to fight!" In a stern tone.

As everyone prepared their weapons, Leon unsheathed his blade.

In one moment, he darted forward, leaving a white streak behind him from his eyes.

"Iron Blitz." He grumbled under his breath, slicing through every single skeleton in the passageway in mere seconds.

He traveled forward for almost 25 meters, destroying 30 more skeletons after Lyrian's initial 15.

In the end, he exhaled a deep breath and calmly sheathed his sword.

Jackson, Geld, and Jalern's companions were slightly shocked to see this.

Alten and Lyrian on the other hand were used to Leon's fighting style before, and Jalern simply didn't seem to care.

He disliked Leon, so he wasn't going to give the boy any sort of impressed reaction.

"A skeleton trap huh..." Lyrian walked forward, kneeling beside one of the undead creatures.

'Their OP's were no higher than 5... but, why would Orion place a trap like this in his own graveyard?' Lyrian mused, slightly confused.

"Hah! That was awesome, Leon!" Alten exclaimed, running over to Leon before raising his palm for a high five.

Leon reluctantly high-fived the boy as he walked back to where Lyrian and the others were.

Lyrian stood up, "Interesting... well, let's move on. No point in wasting much more time here. The beasts are dealt with."

The group nodded in agreement as they continued.

Of course, their current accomplishments were seen by many on their home screens.

At home, most people looked through a MOD to view local news, world events, games, big hunts, and other important things.

A MOD was short for Magic Orb Display. It was the Zaryn equivalent of a TV on Earth.

It was a fair-sized orb--about as large as a basketball--which could show multiple different screens at once.

Lyrian's group was advancing fast, but many others weren't any farther back.

Currently, the hopes of the people are high. The students looked to be dominating this seemingly easy exam.

In fact, some even doubted if it was enough to even test the students for the real world...

Lyrian and the group continued to travel as they faced a few more groups of skeletons later down the path.

They were killed easily, and Lyrian didn't forget to gather his Manathryll here and there.

Along with that, they even faced some traps along the way.

By stepping on a nearly invisible thread, chunks of stone opened up on the walls to reveal loaded crossbows.

Before anyone could barely react, the crossbows would go off and fire magically charged arrows that were powerful enough to pierce through many metals.

They were also quick, so dodging them wasn't too easy--especially not for Jalern's friends.

In fact, the fat one even got grazed by an arrow and was forced to tie a piece of his robe around the wound to stop the bleeding.

Lyrian noticed a small magic circle on each of the crossbows as they shot light up.

'Those must have been the magic arrays put into the weapons to have them fire when someone stepped on the string...' He mused, continuing forward.

They were also met with spike pit traps. Alten noticed pebbles similar to the one that opened the first dead-end door on the floor and decided to step on it again.

"Last time this was helpful." He said, stomping on the pebble.

As soon as he did, however, the floor beneath him opened up out of nowhere as the ground slid out from underneath.

It revealed a cluster of tall and sharp metal spikes, which looked to be coated in some sort of purple liquid.

"Poison!"

Alten screamed, quickly taking out his bow.

As he began to fall toward the spikes, he noticed Lyrian and Leon begin to move toward him to help.

'I can't have them saving me all the damn time! Not now!' He mused, "Explosive arrow!"

*BOOM*