Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



The suited man chuckled nervously as Lyrian grinned at him. "Perfect. So, how do I access it?"

After several seconds of explanation, Lyrian ended up inside the BF module tube. From his handprint, it had opened up from the bottom up, like a gaping maw. He stepped inside, where it was still very clean. Afterward, he was instructed to press his hand against the fingerprint detector inside the module. He did just that, and soon enough, the door began to close.

The inside was comfortable. Dim lights made everything visible, but not too bright. It was quite spacious and well-ventilated, so Lyrian could move around and breathe in peace. There were also white-leather cushions everywhere except for the door, which made it feel like some large circular bed.

As soon as the door to the module shut, Lyrian's eyes also closed. He lost consciousness and control of his real body instantly. The next moment he opened his eyes, he was in a completely new environment.

Everything around him was white, like an infinite void. He couldn't tell if he was floating, upside down, or standing on the ground.

Just then, a message popped up in front of him, but it wasn't the usual one he would see from Gear. Inside of a gray box were two options. One was 'Create an account,' and the other was 'Play as guest.' Since he hadn't tested it out yet, he decided to play as a guest to get a feel for things.

As soon as he clicked that button, he was transported into a similar room, one that had no windows, doors, walls, or ceilings. All white. He looked around for a bit and then began using his skills inside of the domain. It had been a while since he last got the chance to really test them out nicely.

He used Shock Fist, sending a powerful force toward a certain direction. It soon dissipated into nothing in the distance. He didn't use nearly his full strength, since he wanted to conserve mana, but seeing the skill still made him a little excited.

After this, he spent some time using Shadow Puppet and then used Enhance on his entire body to dash around quickly. He suddenly stopped to check his mana, before realizing that it hadn't gone down... at all. He was slightly taken aback in shock but quickly realized that it wasn't his real body using these skills, but a fake one in a virtual world. From what he understood, this meant that he could just spam countless skills without having to worry about losing his mana.

A grin slowly formed on his face. In the next second, he Enhanced his body to the maximum and began sprinting through the white room. He was like a blur, flying through the room so fast that his own skin was pulled back from the pressure of the air. He couldn't help but laugh. He hadn't felt this free in what felt like forever.

While running, he charged his Shock Fist up as much as he could. Stopping abruptly, he unleashed it forth, causing a massive burst of powerful force to drive through the air.

After that, he stopped to take a moment to breathe. Seeing the true extent of his power was... almost scary. If he could use such power in a real-life scenario... there would be a lot of destruction, at the very least.

Suddenly, a random voice echoed throughout the room and in his head. It clearly wasn't from Gear, since a tab didn't pop up. "Player [King Draco] would like to join your room. Accept/Decline."

The voice said, leaving Lyrian with an option. "Someone wants to join the room? Huh... wait a second. I recognize that name." Lyrian thought about it to himself for a moment before it suddenly clicked.

"Draco... the king of the second year. It must be him. But... how did he know it was me? My name is displayed as KA27838ABNSKJ..." Lyrian looked up at his random guest username that was above his head. "I won't back down from a challenge..." He said, pressing accept.

"Someone has joined your room. Solo sandbox mode has been deactivated. Mana will now be consumed. Do not fret, fighter, as mana regenerates quickly in Battle Forge!"

The voice spoke again, as a figure materialized inside of the room about 20 meters away from Lyrian. He stared at the appearing figure, a furrow in his eyebrows. "Time to boost on some newbies..."

A voice spoke from the figure, which had now fully materialized into a full-blown person. It was none other than Draco, dressed in an odd outfit. It looked to be a uniform for the game.

As Draco faced Lyrian, he suddenly raised his eyebrows. "You? How the hell did you find me?" Draco said, confused, but also slightly amused.

"I was going to ask the same thing of you." Lyrian retorted. Draco couldn't help but laugh. "Aha, I guess you just got unlucky. You probably bought your BF recently and wanted to try it out. Too bad, you shouldn't have accepted my request."

"So you knew it was me then..." Lyrian replied, wary of the boy's movements, as Draco slowly inched closer.

"Nope. I was just seeing if any gullible prey were online, who I could use to up my score on here. Turns out... today is my lucky day." A sly grin plastered his face as he continued walking closer.

"You're that confident that you'll win?" Lyrian said, Enhancing his fist.

"Kid... you might be cocky 'cause you're an MVP, but don't get it twisted. In these rooms, it's only you and me, no one can watch what we do in here. That means, no one can help you, unlike the entrance exams."

Draco released a hint of killing intent as he said this, his grin widening. "Bold of you to assume that a team was what made me the MVP."

Lyrian also released his own spiritual energy, battling Draco's. 'No one can see what happens in here he said? Then...'

"Zuuc, come out."