Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



[Room 10/100 completed!]

[Defeat the Floor Ruler and retrieve the key to enter the next floor]

Lyrian had stepped foot into the 11th floor. By now his determination was unwavering. He found his rhythm in the arena, moving swiftly, striking precisely, and making the most of his mana and stamina.

With each new boss battle, he faced a different opponent, each with its own unique abilities and challenges. Some were fierce and formidable, while others were cunning and elusive. But Lyrian adapted, finding their weaknesses and exploiting them, or simply burning through them with sheer force.

As the rooms went by, Lyrian's victories stacked up. Before he knew it, he was near the finish line.

[Room 20/100 completed!]

[Room 30/100 completed!]

[Room 40/100 completed!]

[Room 50/100 completed!]

[Room 60/100 completed!]

[Room 70/100 completed!]

[Room 80/100 completed!]

[Room 90/100 completed!]

Battered and bruised, the boy arrived at the 99th floor. He was exhausted, and from what he could tell, sleep-deprived as well. It wasn't for certain, but he imagined multiple days had passed. Still, he had gone through the floors as quickly as possible.

As he arrived at the final floor, there was a seemingly weaker wolf opponent waiting for him, his weapon being a dagger. With a tired and unimpressed look on his face, Lyrain ran forward and quickly decapitated the creature...

'Meh... a weak one.' He thought to himself as he grabbed the key in the middle and instantly put it into the keyhole. He had done this so many times now that his body seemed to move on its own.

But before he turned the key, he stopped. The last room was the final one, and he didn't have a clue of what to expect. But nonetheless, fighting so many strong opponents... was one of the greatest gifts he had ever received. His experience in the art of fighting had grown severalfold. It was safe to say that he was no longer the same examinee as before.

He could utilize the extent of his power now, unrecognizable from when he began the climb. Finally, he turned the key, and as that satisfying click sounded, he was transported once again.

...

He opened his eyes, an unfamiliar sight hitting him now. He was still in the same looking dark room with chains hanging everywhere and scratches filling up the walls, however, this one was fully lit up with several torches on the walls.

"What floor did you get to?" A kid suddenly spoke to the side, jerking him slightly in shock as he noticed that there were several examinees in the room with him.

He looked around in shock, '50? There are over 50 here...' He even noticed some of the faction members from the four factions. Lit up, the room was giant, much larger than he had anticipated, with four pillars near the four corners of the room as well.

"Dude! I got so unlucky! Floor 91!" The kid being asked a question answered back with a frustrated tone.

"Haha! How unlucky! Anything under 10 floors of 100 is horrible. I guess you were almost too strong." The first kid who asked the question laughed.

Another kid joined in, "Too strong? So are you saying that the stronger you are, the lower the floor you start at?"

The first kid nodded in approval, as Lyrian was slightly relieved by this revelation. At the very least, he knew that Alten, Leon, and Rylan were given somewhat fair chances. That is if the kids were telling the truth. 

"Lyrian! You're finally here!" A familiar voice suddenly called from afar. Near the main four factions were three familiar faces.

"Alten? You guys, you made it before me." Lyrian said, walking over to them with a smile on his face. They could tell he was utterly exhausted since even his smile looked tiring.

"Yea... we got the easier end of the stick. Believe it or not, you're the first big dog that has arrived." 

Alten said, looking towards the group members of the four factions to the left, as Leon added, "No other group leaders have arrived yet."

Lyrian looked at the groups, and sure enough, all of them were missing their leaders. Noticing Lyrian, one of the Dark Horse group members said, "They aren't here yet because they are stronger than you and therefore got lower floors! They are my opponents, but I can still respect their power, unlike you, who's just a nobody claiming to be one of the big dogs." 

Lyrian raised his eyebrow in confusion, "What? I never even claimed to be a big dog. And... I doubt they got a lower floor than me." He said as one of the other Dark Horses chimed in.

"Pfft! Who do you think you are huh? If we, the faction co-leaders, who are second in command and closest to the strength of the leaders, got the higher floors on 80, the leader's probably got around the 70s, or maybe even the 60s. You probably got the lower 90s, since you aren't fully weak."

Before Lyrian could speak, Leon said something, looking down at the floor in confusion, "It's odd, even I got the upper 80 floors. I got 86."

Lyrian was also slightly surprised upon hearing this, "What? Surely not... you should have easily gotten around floor 55 according to your strength." Thinking on it, Lyrian realized something about Leon's strength, "You know, you don't actually have any mana, so that might have caused you a higher ranking."

Leon noticed that what Lyrian said was quite reasonable, as Rylan added, "Ha! To think, even though you got a higher floor, you still are stronger in this tower than the co-leaders over there!" He laughed.

At that moment, a boy from the Deck Group, Syanr, suddenly spoke up, "I got to floor 65. Spade will get no less than floor 40. And Lyrian, why do you say floor 55 is a good fit for your friend there as if you actually got that. Don't joke around. Just because you defeated a weaker Silvus, does not mean you are suddenly stronger than everyone here. Arrogance can kill you, you know?"

Everyone stayed silent after Syanr spoke, and it even caught the attention of most of the room. He was a formidable persona, so no one dared to go against him. Nonetheless, Lyrian had enough of this "Don't claim to be the best" bs, when he had never done so in the first place.

As Syanr looked away, Lyrian suddenly broke the silence, "Hey, tattoo-head. I never said I was the strongest, but I can prove it to you right now if you want."