Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



After a short while of dull conversations that occurred between some of the groups, the emerald-eyed boy stepped up ahead of everyone, standing next to the tree with his two subordinates behind him as he spoke.

"Be quiet!" He suddenly announced as silence washed through the crowd.

Lyrain and Leon weren't speaking, and Alten, who was speaking to Arthur's crew, quieted down anyways. After all, he was used to being quiet when a high-status noble said to do so. It wasn't just some formality, it was almost a law. A punishable one at that.

The emerald-eyed boy looked through the crowd as everyone quieted down, before finally speaking, "I am Zoldith Greenwald III. For now, I will elect myself as the leader of this group."

As he said this, another wave of awkward silence sounded amongst the group. Almost everyone there already knew this boy's name and knew the authority he held.

Although Lyrian didn't know that himself, he thought, 'Huh...' Slightly confused as to why anyone would elect themselves to be the leader of a group, or how this there clump of kids even came to be a group in the first place.

Curious, he decided to hear the boy out. Needless to say, he was almost clueless about the inner details of this exam, as shown to him throughout the entirety of it, due to his lack of backing and connections. Coming from a poor background, his arsenal of knowledge was less than a noble's.

On hearing this, Leon glanced his eyes at Lyrian for his response. Seeing this, Lyrian simply nodded. Leon understood this as Lyrian being okay with what was going on, so he didn't do anymore.

It wasn't as if Leon thought Lyrian would want to be the leader instead, but if he would want to be a part of the group or not.

"Since there are no obje--" As Zoldith, the emerald-eyed boy, began talking, a sudden voice cut off him to the surprise of many there.

"Huhhh? Who the hell do ya' think you are? Suddenly saying you are my leader, cunt." Cedric suddenly stepped up and spoke nonchalantly, his tone mixed with a bit of anger as he had his hand on his hilt.

Gasps of shock waved through the crowd as they heard this.

"What the hell are you saying! Apologize!" Silas from Cedric's own group quickly scolded him, knowing Zoldith.

"What an idiot..." Another kid from a different group said.

"Rest in pieces to his family... aha!" Some kid laughed.

Cedric didn't just ignore this, "What the fuck are all of you losers laughing at? Huh? You wanna get beaten up too?" He shouted, looking around as he quieted most of the kids down.

"Don't pretend like you all are somehow better than me. All you lowlifes are doing is sucking up to the guy with more power so he can piss on your family and your family can drink it for some nourishment. How pathetic." He outright said, not thinking about it for even a second.

"Hey! What the hell did you say!?" The kid who was laughing at him before became angry, Cedric's statement hurting his ego.

"Pfft... hahaha!" Lyrian suddenly burst out into a ball of genuine laughter, stunning everyone there as they looked at him.

Although Cedic was a doofus who said and did whatever he wanted without thinking about it, even Lyrian knew that he was right there, and seeing the faces of the other nobles on his statement was enough to make him laugh out loud.

Especially the face of Zoldith, who was still quiet since he was interrupted.

Clenched his fist slightly, Zoldith spoke, "What's... so funny." He said, his voice seemingly calm.

Before Lyrain could reply, Cedric spoke, "What? Ignore that fool, he will be eliminated by me soon. Tell me, what makes you think you can be my leader?"

As Cedric said this, the boy to Zoldith's left who wielded a rod slowly stepped forward. Before it wasn't so easy to notice this, but this boy was very tall for his age, about 5'3'' in stature. His muscles were also far more defined through his clothing. His eyes looked ferocious, like a wild predator despite him calmly leaning on his silver rod.

After getting 10 feet away from Cedric, who was also apart from the main crowd, the boy took his rod and thrust it into the ground beside him with one push before beginning to crack his knuckles.

"What did you just say?" He said, cracking his neck.

Alten was even more irritated by the demeanor of the guy, "What? Are you trying to intimidate me?"

After closing his eyes and cracking both sides of his neck, the tall boy opened his eyes and gazed directly into Cedric's with an extremely serious expression.

"You don't understand the real world. The reason why these piss-drinkers suck up to us..." He paused, looking at those who were laughing at Cedric before as they quickly darted their gazes down toward the floor in embarrassment.

The stare made them feel like wanting to break down and cry right there. They were no longer a part of the noble side, nor even the peasant. They were now just... piss drinkers. (Author note: lol)

His gaze directed back to Cedric, "Is because they are smart enough to know the consequences of not doing so. Those who defy us, meet punishment." He said, his voice resonating an impending doom.

"Punishment? Just go ahead and try to punish me." Cedric arrogantly exclaimed.

"Your mother." The boy said.

"What?" Cedric was slightly confused.

"Your father, your sister, brother. Your entire family will die a meaningless death. Your children will be enslaved, and your pets will be thrown to the dogs. Your friends will be imprisoned, and your acquaintances will be jailed. That is the reality of those who defy us. We decide what can happen to not just your pathetic life, but everyone who has ever even spoken to you." He said with wide eyes of intensity, as his words settled in like bricks in the stomach.

Everyone knew what he was talking about, they knew that he was correct. It was a cold, brutal truth of the world.

"We are more powerful than you. That is all that matters. Now get down on your knees and bow down to me 10 times peasant, Or... I will eliminate you right here."