Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



On hearing this, everyone already at the table looked over at the sudden voice that had just asked to join in. Lyrian looked at a young man wearing a simple yet long robe.

Upon first glance, Lyrian noted how luxurious it was. Although its design was sleek, it was clearly made of expensive material. There were also several gems embedded into its main edges, making it stand out from the others.

The young man himself had a simple expression and a head full of long, straight white hair that flowed past his shoulders. He had both of his hands interlocked between his sleeves as he stood in front of Lyrian's table, waiting for an answer to his request.

Lyrian then moved his head to the side slightly to peer at who the white-haired boy's so-called 'friends' were. As he did, however, he couldn't help but continue moving his head more and more to the side, as the line of kids behind the white-haired kid was longer than expected.

In total, there were no fewer than 10 kids behind him. Lyrian then looked back at the first kid in the line who had spoken. The kid now had an awkward grin on his face, but it was still a polite expression.

"Three," Lyrian blankly stated. The first boy rejoiced, a bright smile forming on his face as he quickly grabbed a seat. Two others also quickly followed his footsteps, sitting down at the final two empty seats at the table.

In only mere seconds, Lyrian's table was filled. The other two were boys who seemed to wear oddly simple clothing that matched perfectly with each other. Upon closer inspection, Lyrian noticed that they actually wore the exact same robe as the white-haired boy, except theirs had no gems to speak of.

Lyrian watched as the other kids in line slowly dispersed, grim expressions on their faces.

At this moment, Alten chuckled slightly to ease the awkward atmosphere that was currently brewing at the table. "Haha... so, a lot of friends you have, huh?" He said, scratching his head slightly as he broke the ice.

The white-haired boy replied with haste, his speech very formal and balanced. "Why, not quite. I only called them my friends as a polite gesture. In truth, I know only the two sitting next to me. The others were most likely just kids wanting to befriend Lyrian." The boy glanced at the MVP.

Right now, Lyrian was looking out into the crowd, trying to find something interesting to see to soothe his boredom. Although this was true, the white-haired boy still couldn't help but not keep his gaze on Lyrian for too long, and quickly lowered it.

"Oh... my name is Geld, by the way. Geld Worth." He followed up.

Alten seemed to recognize this name; his face suddenly lit up. "Geld Worth? Wait... aren't you the young prodigy of the Fortune Sector!?"

The boy who addressed himself as Geld grinned slightly as he heard this. "Why... you have heard of me? It is an honor."

Alten quickly replied. "Heard of you? Of course, I have! In almost each of the sectors of the school, there are already the sector prodigies. You are just that, and of the Fortune Sector as well! I heard your family deals in many wealth affairs and runs a large merchant company in Veridrake... is this true?" He inquired, curious to learn more about the boy.

Lyrian looked at the banquet reservation, mostly toward the steaming hot food. 'Geld's a money boy, huh...' That was the only thing he paid attention to in Alten and Geld's conversation.

Just then, Lyrian saw something that caught his eye. Julius had finished his conversation with his colleague and began making his way towards the small stage that was at the back of the room.

"Ahem! If I may, everyone!" He said in his trademark charismatic tone, instantly catching the attention of everyone present at the banquet. Everyone quickly paused their conversations and quieted down as their heads turned towards Julius.

Julius, standing tall on the stage, began his address with a warm and welcoming smile that seemed to embrace every guest in the hall. His voice, steady and captivating, resonated through the room, drawing everyone's focus to his words.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his words flowing effortlessly, "I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you for gracing us with your presence tonight at this banquet." As he spoke, Julius's eyes scanned the room, making each guest feel individually acknowledged.

He continued, "We gather not only to celebrate the joyous occasion of your successful entrance into our esteemed academy but also to foster the spirit of camaraderie and unity that will define your time here." The room seemed to hum with a shared sense of purpose.

Julius turned to the students, a twinkle in his eye. "To the young and promising students who have passed our entrance exams, I offer my congratulations. You have embarked on a journey of knowledge and discovery, and we are thrilled to have you as part of our academy family."

As he raised his glass, Julius invited everyone to join in a toast. "So, let us raise our glasses high and toast to new beginnings, lasting friendships, and the pursuit of knowledge! May your time at our academy be filled with growth, wisdom, and cherished memories."

The room echoed with the clinking of glasses and enthusiastic cheers as everyone joined in the toast, their spirits lifted by Julius's words. Lyrian's group also lifted their glasses one by one, motivated by Alten who did so first.

After him came Jackson, and then Glis. Soon after, Geld and his two accomplices did so as well and then came Leon's turn. After all of them raised their glasses high in the air, they all looked toward Lyrian, who was currently drooling at the thought of food.

Alten slightly pushed his shoulder into Lyrian's, alerting him to look at what was currently going on. He was a bit hesitant at first since he didn't know what the hell was going on, but he also decided to raise his glass.

*Clink*

All of their glasses shared a collective touch in the middle.