Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



"Do you think our society will not fall to destruction without a king? Who will be the next king? You?" 

The elder suddenly pointed to one of them and answered with a quick nod.

"You? Or maybe you?" All of them denied such a responsibility, "We will not have a king, meaning it is the end."

The younger council members looked at each other after hearing these words. They couldn't fully trust these elders, but the death of the king, and what that brought. Those things were evident.

"I say... before all fall to doom, we summon the gods to help us!"

As one of the elders said this, the young council members immediately looked at them with serious expressions.

"Do not go overboard, old man! Summoning the gods is not something to be taken so lightly, it requires the blood of the king himself!"

The other council members seemed to agree, nodding as they acknowledged the merit of the dweller's words.

"You fool! Do you even know why we need the blood of the king!?"

On the elder saying this, no council member could come up with an answer.

"It is because, of the king's great power, one that not only allows him to be stronger than all other Magma Dwellers, but one that also allows him to split up his body parts, and creature different beasts out of them, that all comes from the power of the gods themselves!"

The younger council members seemed astonished to know this fact. Suddenly, the elder replied, but this time, in a yelling context for the entire crowd to hear.

"We need a new king! To do that, we need the blessing of the gods once again. Our king had no offspring, and therefore, that powerful bloodline of royalty given to us by the gods is no longer! We must attain it again, for the sake of the Magma Dweller society!"

A roar of excited cheers sounded from the crowd out of nowhere after a short pause. It seemed this idea was highly favored by all.

"And to kill these sinners, who have slain our old king, we shall summon him once again, the Bringer Of Light!"

As another roar from the crowd sounded, Lyrian opened his eyes at the sound of those words.

"Lyrian! You're awake!" 

Alten exclaimed, his voice mixed with relief and concern at the same time.

"I was awake the entire time... I think. I was just too tired to move." 

Lyrian said, only moving his mouth.

"What should we do then..."

Leon asked, gesturing to the five dwellers that stood in the middle. Lyrian looked over at them barely, then took a deep breath.

"Shit... everything hurts like a bitch. I complect destroyed my body." 

As he said this, Rylan, Alten, and Leon, imagined the excruciating pain he was going through. Simply seeing his body, it looked like some sort of meat shredder had craved through him. They couldn't help but feel bad.

"First things first, give me the healing potion in my pocket."

Hearing these directions, Alten quickly reached into his pocket and found a small glass potion with red liquid inside. He hurriedly fed it to Lyrian, as a thin aura of light-green glow enveloped him for a few seconds. 

Much of his bleeding was stopped in an instant, but his wounds were still open and somehow even more painful than before. At that moment, another kid suddenly appeared in front of the group.

Looking up, Lyrian seemed to recognize the face a bit.

"You... from the white knights?" 

He barely managed to say, as Rylan quickly stood up.

"You're the one who saved me from those bullies! I wanted to thank you even more for that time, man! I've been thinking about it, and they would have probably eliminated me that day if not for you, so thank you!"

Rylan said, bowing slightly.

"It's fine. Let me see your leader." The kid said, as Rylan quickly moved to the side.

As he came close to Lyrian, Leon stepped ahead of him slightly, his hand on his blade.

"Hey... what's the deal. Why are you coming here all of a sudden." 

As Leon said this, the boy stopped and paused for a moment.

"The Black Sheep... Lyrian Theageld. He is the only person who can save us now. Our only hope is to get out of this shit hole. Even though he caused it in the first place, even I know that he is the strongest here... by far."

Although Rylan and Alten were shocked to hear this, Leon seemed unmoved, not speaking at all. Clearly, he still wanted to know the reason why the boy had walked there himself, enough though what he was saying was true.

"I am a healer. I want to heal him so that he can fight."

Hearing this, Leon looked back at Lyrian, who nodded in accordance.

"You don't seem like you would kill me so randomly. If you saved Rylan or whatever, you are probably a kind guy." 

Lyrian chuckled slightly.

'At this point... if worse comes to worst, I still won't be eliminated from the exam. I'd be in deep trouble though, with everyone seeing Garmr and whatnot.' 

He inwardly chuckled to himself, as the boy from the White Knights knelt down next to him.

"The name's Jackson." 

The boy said, hovering his hand over Lyrian before suddenly casting a vibrant red light that engulfed Lyrian instantly. Even Lyrian was a bit thrown off, as it was so thick that he felt like he had fallen into a pool of warm water out of nowhere, about to drown.

However, once his breathing was controlled, he could already feel the wounds on his body healing at an extremely quick rate. Looking at Jackson, he realized that the kid was planning to use all of his mana right here, as beads of sweat formed on his face, which had a serious expression.

"Oi! What the hell is going on here!?"

A voice sounded from the belly of silence, surprising Lyrian's group as Kedward neared them.