Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



People in the crowd exchanged astonished glances, their eyes widening in disbelief. A kid possessing three elemental affinities was an exceptionally rare phenomenon, bordering on the miraculous. Even the other two MVPs, who had already demonstrated their remarkable talents, couldn't match the sheer versatility of Lyrian's abilities.

Geld, the white-haired prodigy from the Fortune Sector, couldn't contain his shock. His normally composed demeanor crumbled, and he exclaimed, "What!? This can't be! A Trifecta Magus. What an amazing ability!"

Leon continued to wear his light smirk, a hint of pride dancing in his eyes. Alten, on the other hand, beamed with unrestrained delight, displaying a grin that showed all of his teeth. He had been eagerly awaiting this moment.

Amid the sea of astonished onlookers, Lyrian wasn't finished yet. With a flourish, he unleashed his fourth and final main element—Wind. As the gusts of wind swirled around him, jaws dropped to the floor, and mouths hung agape in disbelief. Even Linus, who had been maintaining a facade of composure, briefly let his surprise show before swiftly regaining his composure.

No matter how much Linus tried to conceal his astonishment, he couldn't suppress the rapid beating of his heart. 'A—a Paragon?' he stammered inwardly, his lip trembling ever so slightly.

Godfrey, too, watched with raised eyebrows and his hands on his hips. He stared at Lyrian in front of him, completely baffled by the unexpected turn of events. 'Well... there goes my chance at winning,' he mused to himself with a wry smile. 'Whatever... I'm not one to seek the spotlight anyway. If I had to face these two in a fight, though, the outcome would be vastly different.'

Lyrian, meanwhile, was pleased with his performance thus far, but he knew he had one more ace up his sleeve. What he had showcased thus far was his innate talent—the magic element affinities that set him apart. While it might have been enough to secure victory, he wanted to leave no room for doubt.

Observing how the other MVPs had summoned creatures using their magic, demonstrating their precise control over their respective elements, Lyrian was determined to do the same.

Just as the crowd thought the spectacle was over, he prepared to unveil his next astonishing feat.

Lyrian, standing amidst the swirling elements, extended his arms outward. His eyes, reflecting the helix of elements at his command, sparkled with determination. As the anticipation in the room reached its peak, he spoke a single word, a whispered incantation carried away on the breeze.

"Rise."

With those simple yet commanding words, a radiant transformation unfolded before the stunned audience. In a burst of glorious luminescence, the air around Lyrian seemed to catch fire, and a resplendent creature emerged from the heart of the storming wind—a brilliant phoenix.

This majestic creature rose tall, its plumage a mesmerizing fusion of fiery reds, blazing oranges, and golden yellows. Its wings stretched wide, shimmering with iridescent feathers that appeared aflame, yet left no trace of ash or burn. Each feather glowed with a radiant luminosity, casting a warm, ethereal glow that illuminated the entire banquet hall.

The Phoenix's eyes, orbs of molten amber, held a regal intelligence that seemed to peer into the souls of those who beheld it. A fiery crown of feathers adorned its head, and a long, elegant tail trailed behind it like a splendid banner of fire and rebirth.

With a graceful and deliberate movement, the phoenix ascended, its wings beating powerfully yet effortlessly. It soared above the banquet guests, tracing intricate patterns in the air as if painting with flames. The very atmosphere seemed to respond to its presence, the room growing warmer and more vibrant.

Gasps of awe and wonder echoed through the hall as the phoenix's radiant beauty held everyone in thrall. It was a creature of pure elemental majesty, a living embodiment of both destruction and rebirth, an unmistakable symbol of Lyrian's extraordinary abilities.

Julius couldn't help but be amazed at himself. At the end of this performance, Lyrian allowed the grand creature to disperse across the room, touching each and every mesmerized guest inside the hall with a light, warm sensation.

As they felt this, which was the well-thought-out end of the performance, a hush fell over the crowd—before suddenly erupting into a boom of cheers and applause.

The white and black-haired old man sat at his seat motionless, an unshakable and astonished expression on his face. Those at his table looked the same, and there was one more doubter that also had his face changed to what the old man's looked like.

It was none other than Israthel; the boy who thought he had poisoned Lyrian up until this point. 'No... this cannot be happening! I went through hell getting that magic-repressing oil! How can he not be affected by it!? Who is this kid!' He screamed in his mind, frustration taking over.

Lyrian finally stepped back, a grin still lasting on his face. He didn't have control over the light element, as Linus did, yet his phoenix was still brilliant. Using the art of smithing, he concentrated on using the perfect balance of elements to create such a magnificent sight with the elements at his disposal.

In truth, even he was surprised by what manifested in the real world. 'I guess carefully creating all of those creatures was good practice for this...' He thought to himself.

"Phenomenal! Lyrian Theageld, ladies and gentlemen!" Julius suddenly exclaimed into the crowd, starting another loud round of applause. "A representation of his Paragon Magus status, followed by a carefully, yet masterfully crafted creature of all four elements. This was a spectacle to behold!"

Julius paused, getting onto the stage. "To choose our winners... let's make noise for whoever you thought did the best! Firstly, Godfrey Drake!" He shouted as cheers and applause came from one side of the room.

The noise wasn't small by any means, but many refused to make noise.

"Next, Linus Creyuun!"

With this, a slightly louder cheer sounded. The old man near Linus' table used all the strength in his vocal cords to scream loudly, pushing his fist up into the air. He was passionate, but more so than that, he didn't want his young lord to lose to some peasant.

"And finally... Lyrian Theagel--" 

Julius didn't even get to finish his sentence, as the entire majority of the hall suddenly exploded in loud cheers and claps. It was clear who the winner was.