Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



*Ring*

  Bells sounded throughout the school from their magic speaker system. This was the second bell of the day. The first bell meant that all students should be in the room, and this one meant that class could now start. However, the teacher still wasn't in the room yet. No one cared about this at the moment, though, as the attention in the room was highly concentrated in the very back of the classroom.

Many could feel tension rippling through the air, as Leon slowly looked up at the tall boy who stood over his desk with a devious smirk on his face. Lyrian also looked over at the boy with red and black hair. He was curious where the situation would go. Some in the classroom seemed to recognize Leon, as they began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Isn't that one of the more prominent examinees?" One of the girls said, slightly glancing over to him.

"I think so... but that doesn't matter anymore. Now that he's in this school... he's fresh meat on the chopping block. And his butcher is none other than the newbie hunter; Israthel Hyun." A boy whispered back, a concerned expression covering his face.

"He's being picked on already... how unfortunate." More began to murmur as the speakers in the room suddenly began to blare.

"Hello, students! Welcome to your first day of Anaviotis learning! These are your morning announcements. First and foremost, try not to break any of the rules on the first day, or ever, really. New students! A message for all of you. Do NOT get into fights! I know your spirits may be high, and your nerves may get the hold of you, but know that in the exam, your physical strength and speed were doubled! Do not think you have the same abilities in real life! For everyone else, today is sunny out, with a hint of cool air coming in at about--"

The chirpy voice continued to speak, going on to talk about the weather, school events, and a bunch of other things that Lyrian had already zoned out. He was shocked. His eyes were wide open.

'What!? Our strengths were doubled in the exam? That explains why I have felt less strong as of late.' He thought about it for a moment but quickly shrugged it off. 'Well... there's nothing I can do about it. As long as everyone else is weakened just the same, I am okay with it. This is my real strength anyway.'

Lyrian gripped his fist. He was completely ignoring the elephant in the room right now, which everyone else was still hanging on.

"You not gonna get up? I said... this is my seat!" The red-black-haired kid raised his tone, slamming his palm onto Leon's desk. The fat friend of the bully chuckled in the back, as a few kids in the front who had their posture slouched felt chills go up their backs.

'Oh my god... why isn't he complying with Israthel's demands... or even replying!? Does he want to be a slave for the rest of the school year!?' The boy thought to himself in horror, having gone through the experience himself.

Leon didn't say a word, his expression shadowed as he looked down at the palm spread out across his desk.

"I said move, damn it! Are you dea--" The boy addressed as Israthel was suddenly cut off, as a closed fist appeared in front of his face out of nowhere. It traveled so fast that he couldn't dodge it. He instinctually gasped, preparing himself for the impact.

At that moment, Leon's fist came to an abrupt stop, arrested by the bully's hand, while a gentle breeze brushed against Israthel's face from the punch's impact. The bully narrowed his eyes slightly, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

The concerned onlooker from earlier was on the verge of losing his composure, utterly stunned by the unfolding spectacle. The entire room shared his bewilderment, for they had never witnessed anything quite like this.

'Oh my goodness! Did he actually dare to--is he out of his mind? There must be something seriously wrong with him, or else only a fool would challenge Israthel like that!'

Israthel slowly lowered Leon's fist, his smile widening. "Well, well... quite the spirited one, aren't you?" he began to say, but before he could finish, he was abruptly interrupted.

A powerful punch slammed into Israthel's jaw from the side, whipping his neck forcefully as his eyes nearly spun 180 degrees in their sockets.

Israthel's eyes widened in sheer disbelief as he staggered back, his hand still clutching his throbbing jaw. His devious grin vanished, replaced by a look of shock that sent ripples of astonishment through the room.

The collective gasp from the onlookers reached a breaking point as they watched in disbelief.

The person who threw the punch was Lyrian, who had a serious expression on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the bully with a tightened fist.

Israthel lightly touched his lip--now bruised to a blue color--and saw a hint of blood on his finger. Seeing this, he was immediately engulfed in a seething rage.

"You mother fucker... you're gonna regret that."

The bully spoke with a threatening, dangerous tone. The worried kid from before nearly fainted. He quickly turned around and began biting his nails.

'No... no no no this can't be happening! Israthel just got hit by the newbie... he will terrorize everyone now! Everyone will have to face his wrath! Damn those idiots, why did they have to step up to him!?'

He thought to himself, imagining the consequences that he would bear as a result of this.

"Shut the fuck up," Lyrian replied, dashing forward before Israthel could notice as he slammed his fist into the bully's stomach without warning. All the air in Israthel's stomach was forcefully driven out, as he clutched his belly and fell to his knees. Even though he was panting heavily, he wasn't going to let this go so easily. He looked up at Lyrian, only to be assaulted with a kick that hit him directly on the side of the face. He was thrown to the side, knocking down a few seats as he slid to a stop.