Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



"Lyrian!"

Silvus blurted out, fueled with rage. To be honest, he didn't even know what he wanted to say. He didn't want to reveal his jealousy, as that would be a sign of weakness. From a young age, the idea of having the perfect image was engrained in his mind, being the royal prince and all.

Before he could think of anything to say, however, Lyrian began to speak.

"Oh, and lastly, Silvus!"

Spade was slightly taken aback by this. The boy even dared to order the prince around...

"What?"

Silvus said in confusion.

"You want to give me orders as well? What are you? Our of your mind?"

Silvus was bewildered by what he was hearing.

"If you want to pass the exam, just shut up and listen."

Silvus was speechless, he couldn't find the words to describe what he was feeling right now, a mix of confusion, offense, and bewilderment.

"If Glis manages to do her only job and freeze the wings of the bastard while we attack, you can use your strongest move on it. It will actually work since it won't be able to move for a little while."

Every word that Silvus heard went through one ear and flew out the other, not understood due to the filter of ego and arrogance.

Silvus was infuriated with the peasants but wasn't used to not being able to actually do much. Because he was in the exam, he had to focus on passing. No matter how much the boy below him infuriated him, he knew that the punishment he would face if he failed the exam would be several times worse.

He had already caught a glimpse of what it would look like when he failed the preliminaries...

***

In the medical room, where Silvus was treated for his injuries shortly after the match with Lyrian, Silvus sat on a bed while facing down, his expression shadowed.

A domineering figure stood at the edge of the bed, tall, and exuding an aura of power, discipline, and overall fearsome strength. The figure crossed his hands and stared down at his little brother lying down on the bed.

"Fail again, and you won't see that light of day until you are 15 years old."

Silvus' older brother, Zysrial Yaltan, spoke sternly.

Silvus couldn't find the will to reply, staying silent as he faced the ground.

"Reinhardt is like a bulwark, his decisions are immovable. He let this slide since he respects the royal family, but this is it. Not even we can change the results if you happen to fail again. If you fail, who will represent Yaltas in the future? Think hard, boy."

Zysrial disappeared from the spot immediately after finishing his statement, leaving Silvus alone in the room...

***

*KAAW*

The bird had decided that it had enough of it's foes wasting time. Instead, it was now going to finish off this fight once and for all. With its effulgence growing even more bright, the bird began to flap its wings in a certain manner that allowed it to spin in place in the air.

Before long, it began spinning faster and faster, soon reaching blurred speeds, which made it look like a beyblade of sorts.

Lyrian suddenly leaped forward, as Spade and Leon followed him, their swords unseathed.

"We have to attack now before it gets this attack off! It's gonna be strong!"

He shouted, feeling the reverberations of mana in the air as the natural mana in the atmosphere seemed to crackle and get agitated at the use of the spell.

Alten aimed the gun towards the bird, ready to shoot. As this happened, Glis skated forward on the ice, readying to use her magic to freeze the bird.

Lyrian and the other two quickly appeared before the bird, jumping up to it.

In three swift motions, their blades traveled hastily toward the spinning blur of light.

As they reached 20 meters away, Glis slashed her wand across the sky, as an enormous wall of ice flew towards the bird. At the same time, Alten pulled the trigger on the blaster.

All of the attacks and attackers approached the Pheon at the same time. However, their efforts were in vain... The bird suddenly exploded in a catastrophic blast of light, sending a powerful light wave soaring through the sky.

The ice and light bullets were cast away, and Lyrian, Spade, and Leon were thrown back down into the tower. The impact was serious for all three of them, as they landed forcefully on their backs. 

The most damage they took, however, was from the initial blast of the explosion. Leon, feeling one of his ribs having clearly broken, got up to his feet before the other two.

Right now, his sword was unsheathed, and his eyes still glowed a furious white light.

Lyrian stood up afterward, coughing out some blood as he clutched his stomach.

"Damn it... that was bad."

Spade stood up next, only shortly after Lyrian. He spit out some blood mixed with saliva, and then cracked his neck left and right.

"This birds dead."

He angrily declared. Lyrian stared at his furious expression for a moment.

'Hmm... was this actually a good thing? If he uses his full strength now, that would be a benefit to me. I barely have any power left. After we defeat this thing, I don't know if I would have the strength left to fight Spade.'

He thought to himself.

"Again!"

He roared new orders. Those who were impacted by the explosion, which was everyone present, were slightly surprised to hear those words. At least most of them. However, they still firmly stood their ground.

It wasn't like the beast was going to do such a powerful attack again, and even if it did, they were going to get the upper hand this time!

The three lunged forward once again in unison, their swords unsheathed. 

The bird screeched loudly into the air, having used a considerable amount of mana.

"You're dead this time!" 

Lyrian shouted, matching his stare with the bird's.