Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

The auctioneer's voice changed when he announced that the item had been sold. It went from a confident and excited announcement to a more confused tone. 

The reason behind this was that both Linus and Godfrey had raised their plates in unison, shouting the exact same number of Riftstones as their bet.

Usually, the person who said it first would get the prize, but in this scenario, they both said it at the exact same time. The crowd quieted down, looking at each other and the auctioneer in confused glances.

The final price was 1400, but neither Linus nor Godfrey raised the prices beyond that. The reason behind this was simple...

'Damn it!' Linus thought to himself, breaking character slightly as he continued holding his plate in the air. 'These are all my Riftstones.'

'He doesn't have any more left? I would have expected him to...' Godfrey thought, on the other hand.

"Folks, it seems we have a draw!" The auctioneer shouted, causing even more confusion amongst the people in the crowd. "What do you think we should do?" He proposed a question to the people.

For a moment, all of them stood silently, not really knowing what to say. Just then, out of nowhere, a voice cut through the awkward silence.

Standing at the food table, where chefs were preparing food in real-time at very fast speeds, Lyrian picked out his favorite dishes as he shouted, "Have them duel for it!" behind his back.

As he said this, the eyes of the crowd darted over to him. A few seconds passed by, and then, sounds of approval quickly began to surface. In seconds, an excited roar had formulated.

"Yeah! How about that!" A man shouted, pumping his fist into the air as he jumped up.

"I sure as hell would like to see those two go at it!"

"Woohoo! Let's get it going!"

"Perfect!"

"Those two fighting!? Hell yeah!"

More and more voices spoke as the auctioneer glanced over at the side of the room, where most of the teachers were gathered. They were surprised at Lyrian's proposal, but the auctioneer turned his attention away from the others and looked at Julius.

Julius, still smiling, raised both palms into the air as he shrugged. It was almost to say, "Go for it, I don't mind."

Seeing this, the auctioneer turned his head toward the crowd, "A great proposal from the MVP, Lyrian Theageld! Folks, what do we say about a duel, eh?" He officially asked the crowd, garnering an even louder cheer.

"Then it's settled! Linus and Godfrey, please make your way up to the stage!"

With this, the auctioneer left, and tables near the stage quickly cleared away. By this time, Lyrian had retrieved his food and sat back down. As he continued to eat, he smirked, 'I didn't think it would actually happen, but it's good news that I can observe these two royals' strengths. Let's see... am I stronger than them or not.'

He eagerly thought to himself. Right now, he couldn't tell whether he wanted to find out that they were stronger than him or not. On one end, his being stronger than them was a relief. On the other, it would be a challenge for him.

Internally, he imagined he knew the real answer though. He couldn't help but smile in excitement just thinking about it... soon, he would see if his guess would be correct.

He was also thinking of one other thing, 'Why aren't they picking their friend up? He's still lying on the floor.' He mused, looking at the poor kid's face flat on the ground. He glanced over at the kid's table, only to see that everyone was distracted with what was going on right now.

Linus and Godfrey made their way to the center of the banquet. Tables and chairs cleared the way for a 30 by 30 square feet area for the two to fight in.

As they both made their way onto the stage, Linus' expression remained calm and undisturbed, while Godfrey smiled widely.

'It's been a while since I dueled him. When was it...' Linus mused, looking at his joyful opponent. 'The Bud Power Tournament? Yes... that's when it was. He and I fought near the beginning, and I bested him back then. It will be the same today. Although... it has been two years since then.'

Godfrey stared at Linus while grinning through his teeth. 'Ka-haha! I'm shaking from excitement! How long has it been since I've fought an opponent strong enough to challenge me? Ages... actually, two years.' He smirked.

"Boys, are you both ready?" Julius shouted from the sidelines.

"Yes," Linus calmly stated.

"Hell yeah!" Godfrey exclaimed, eager to begin.

"Then fight!"

As soon as they heard this from Julius, the two of them seemed to whisper something under their breath in unison. Lyrian could tell that it was some sort of chant.

"Art of The Emerald Dragon; Claws," said Godfrey, raising his squeezed fists in front of his face. Thick, dark green lines began to draw themselves 3 inches away from his fists, eventually forming what looked to be a set of reptilian claws.

The lines were drawn in the air and weren't filled in, so one could still see his palm. However, the lines moved as Godfrey's hand moved, as if the claw was an attachment in full coordination with his body.

"Art of The Emerald Dragon; Eyes," Godfrey whispered again, as the same type of lines formed around his eyes. The lines were sharp and long, forming the eyes of a powerful dragon about 3 inches away from his eye-sockets.

Just as Godfrey used his magic, so did Linus.

"Lunar Calendar," he whispered, as a turning yellow sphere suddenly appeared in front of him. It had several white lines checkering across it, making it seem as though it was made of squares.

Linus moved his wand, as the sphere violently turned left for several hundred turns at once, sending air waving through the air. Finally, it abruptly stopped at the same time as his wand.

"20," he murmured, as a single square on the sphere glew brightly. The square exited the sphere, causing the orb to disperse into light, as the square entered Linus' body and invigorated him in a yellow light.

His body continued to shine, and his eyes widened. Taking in a deep breath, Linus spoke, "Prepare to lose."