Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



After taking a bath in the river, Lyrian quickly dried up and got on Rird as they started their journey toward the center. Lyrian trailed his way back to where he left off Alten and Leon before beaming it forward, directly towards the epicenter of the Tasnan Wilderlands!

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The information that the kid from the 7 ambushers was alerting Leon, and also quite concerning, since it meant that they had already found out that Alten had the cores and that he was currently in trouble.

But the concerned expression on Leon's face wasn't real, it was only to make the 7 lower their guard. He wasn't willing to act anything out, but showing a face of concern, an emotion he was already slightly feeling, was easy.

"Hahaha!" A fat kid from the 7 laughed as he stepped forward, "I love their faces when they realize the situation they're in! It's the best part of this entire entrance exam!" He laughed.

A girl from the 7 also retorted in amusement, "Haha! I know right? I will miss this exam when I pass it for that exact reason!"

Hearing this, Leon scoffed at their foolish arrogance, "Your leader... tell me his name." He said.

"Huh?" The first kid from the 7 that was talking to Leon a moment ago seemed to be slightly annoyed by this remark, "Who are you giving orders here?"

Leon paused, "I--it's just a final wish." He made sure to say, almost forgetting to keep up the act since he was only moment's away from cutting all of these fools to shreds.

The boy from the group furrowed his brow, puzzled by Leon's peculiar behavior. He couldn't fathom how such a wish could be of any benefit to someone facing elimination. Nevertheless, he shrugged off the thought, convinced it was inconsequential. "Our leader's name is Spade, but it won't change anything for y--" The boy's words were cut off sharply as Leon's hands dropped from the air, and in a flash, his sword was unsheathed.

That was all the confirmation Leon needed. These kids were now nothing more than obstacles in his path that needed to be exterminated. A fiery, white blaze of determination ignited in Leon's eyes, and he channeled his focus on the boy who had been speaking.

"What?! Everyone, attack!" the boy yelled, the terror evident in his voice.

But before he could react, Leon moved with extreme speed, and the boy was eliminated just a moment before the sword would have met his neck. The other six attackers retreated in a panic, some leaping onto nearby trees, while others dashed backward, seeking some distance.

"Don't drop your guard! He's not weak!" the girl urged her comrades, her resolve strengthening as she drew kunai from her robe, ready to retaliate.

However, as she prepared to throw the kunai, a white blur materialized before her, causing her body to freeze in horror. Her widened eyes reflected her disbelief as a sword nearly pierced through her abdomen, leading to her swift elimination.

The remaining 5 attackers were now thoroughly shaken. "This guy's speed... I can barely see him!" the fat boy exclaimed, feeling a poke in his back before being swiftly eliminated from the exam.

Leon continued his relentless assault, moving with a grace that defied the eye, and eliminated each of the remaining attackers with calculated precision. Ko watched in awe and shock as he witnessed this extraordinary display of skill, like witnessing a shooting star blazing through the sky, obliterating his foes with ease like they were nothing but watermelons.

With only 4 assailants remaining, their bodies felt heavy and their minds struggled to keep fighting. It was as if they were trying to convince themselves that facing Leon head-on was a rational decision—a futile attempt at best.

With a fierce burst of energy, Leon leaped onto a nearby tree and swung his sword toward another attacker, eliminating him before half of his head was sliced clean off.

The final three ambushers couldn't bear it any longer. Their kunai missed their marks, and they decided to flee, scattering in different directions. "H-he's a monster! Just run! We'll regroup and--" One of them was interrupted as Leon's sword nearly pierced his abdomen, resulting in his swift elimination.

As the remaining two ambushers saw their comrade fall to Leon's swift strike, fear gripped their hearts like a vice. Their resolve weakened, and they knew they were up against an opponent far beyond their league. Nevertheless, they couldn't afford to surrender; they had to escape, to survive.

Without a word, the two remaining ambushers split up, taking different paths through the dense foliage, their footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. Each breath was a struggle, their hearts pounding in their chests like drums of impending doom.

Leon, with his eyes ablaze and senses heightened, focused on the task at hand. He let out a deep breath, trying to calm his senses.

Chasing after one of the ambushers, Leon moved with incredible speed, his agile form darting between trees and branches like a shadow in the night. He almost seemed to blend with the forest, a phantom seeking its prey. With his keen instincts and years of training, he predicted the ambushers' moves, anticipating their every step.

Meanwhile, Ko remained in awe, watching the scene unfold with a mixture of fear and admiration. He had never witnessed such power and skill before. Leon was a force of nature, and it was both terrifying and captivating to see him in action.

As Leon closed the distance, the first ambusher glanced back in a panic, catching a glimpse of the relentless pursuer hot on their trail. Desperation consumed them, and they mustered the last bit of energy to increase their pace, but it was futile. With one swift leap, Leon closed the gap, and his blade found its mark, eliminating the second-to-last adversary.

Only one ambusher remained, and they knew their chances of survival were slim. Their heart pounded like a drum, and their breaths came in ragged gasps. They couldn't escape the fact that their end was near, but they wouldn't go down without a fight.

Gathering their courage, the final ambusher skidded to a stop, turning to face Leon. Their hands trembled as they wielded their kunai, the weapon now feeling heavy in their grasp. Beads of sweat formed on their forehead, but their eyes held a glimmer of defiance.

Leon approached with caution, his gaze unwavering. As he neared, the ambusher lunged forward with a desperate strike, attempting to catch Leon off guard.

But Leon effortlessly sidestepped the attack, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift counterattack to the heart, the final ambusher was eliminated.