Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"Varant's words made sense. Why would a powerful man have confused, slurred speech? Why would he have a weak voice? An uncontrolled mind? He was convinced. Lyrian was going to try his best from now on to learn and input Varant's laws into his own life."

"I imagine the best way to become someone is to do whatever they do," he said, finally closing the book. Right now, Lyrian had a few things that he wanted to do. Out of all of those things, two stood out from the rest.

One was using Cerberus to cultivate for the first time, and the other was to begin hunting for beast materials outside of the academy's campus. After all, the entire academy was placed in the heart of a random forest land that stretched on for an indefinite length.

"I want to test out Cerberus, and I also want to begin making some Riftstones..." He paused in thought for a moment, "How about I combine the two?" He mused, pushing himself up from his seat. "I'll just cultivate in the forest."

Lyrian opened the door and stepped out. He felt a small tug on his shirt from behind, and then he felt the Pheon's two feet resting on his shoulder again.

"Oh... you don't want me to leave, huh?" He looked at the bird. "No... it's probably that you don't want to be alone again. I mean... I am probably the only person you've seen... apart from my roommate. You might have seen him," he said, closing the door.

"Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if you just hid from the weirdo. I would too if I were you," he joked, making the bird chirp a little. "What? You can actually understand me? That's... weird." Lyrian glanced over at Leon and Alten's room.

"It's probably best for me to go out alone first. I want to explore first, and then if it seems right, I'll have them join me," he thought as he stepped out. As he walked through the halls, he got his usual stares, but also some unusual ones. As he nonchalantly walked through the halls as normal, his Pheon flying near his head, he got some confused looks. People raised their brows, squinted to look closer, and sometimes even furrowed their brows in surprise.

'Hmm... odd. Surely, they don't care that much that I've awakened from the coma or something right? I mean, how would they even know that...' This was the best he could think of. It wasn't like they were surprised at his Pheon or anything, or at least, he didn't think so. Everyone got Spirit Pets when attending Spirit Pet class... so why would anyone be surprised at that? Nonetheless, it wasn't worth putting so much thought into.

Lyrian soon exited the academy walls and neared the gate separating the school grounds from the campus city. The older guard posted there addressed him as he neared the gate.

"Reason for leaving, young lord?"

"I wanna go hunt," Lyrian shouted without any second thoughts.

"May I have a look at your hunting license, lord."

Lyrian stopped and raised one eyebrow. "Hunting license? What are you talking about?"

The guard simply stared at him...

A few minutes later, Lyrian sat across from a random Hunting class teacher at a desk. After some asking around, people led him there of all places to get his license.

"So... can I get my license quickly? I want to go hun--" He was cut off.

"Your license? Do you have your approval certificate from your Hunting Class teacher?" The man spoke as if he had done this a million times before.

Lyrian let out an exasperated sigh. This day was not going as he planned...

Several minutes later, Lyrian found Rerth, his Hunting Class teacher, after asking a bunch of teachers about his location. He was at the teacher's lounge no less, talking to a group of teachers sitting down on couches as they had coffees.

Lyrian barged into the room unannounced and walked right up to Rerth as he saw him.

"Hey, Rerth." He spoke out of the blue, causing the teachers to stop their conversations as they gazed at him instead.

"Wait, how are you in here? You shouldn't be allowed to--" Rerth was cut off.

"Don't worry about that... just listen to what I have to say. I need your certificate of approval for my hunting license right now." Lyrian spoke directly, not wasting any time.

"Wha--? You disrupted my meeting for this?"

Lyrian tilted his head and looked at the other teachers, seemingly enjoying coffee as they conversed.

"Doesn't look like much of a meeting to me."

"Yeah well... fine. You hunted before?" Rerth asked out of nowhere.

"I have. I hunted for several years back in my hometown."

Rerth didn't waste much time either, wanting to get back to his 'meeting.' "You are one of my more promising students, so I guess there isn't any harm in giving you the certificate without a test. Although, know that one is required. Even if that's true, you will get it eventually anyway."

Lyrian was happy to hear this. Rerth turned to the side and addressed one of his fellow teachers.

"Hey, Silandra!" He shouted, "Get me a certificate from my office!"

'Silandra?' Lyrian questioned, slightly confused. From a bit deeper inside of the room full of teachers, a young man stepped up. It was the same man who initially presented himself to Lyrian and the others when they first arrived in Anaviotis.

"You're always picking on me," Jalls joked.

"You're the new guy! You still gotta learn our manners!" Rerth teased across the room, as other teachers laughed.

"I've been here for over a year now... I wouldn't exactly say I'm still so new." Jalls said, before suddenly disappearing on the spot.

"Hey! What are you doing? You can't just give out free certificates like that!" A teacher near Rerth suddenly spoke out.

"Ah... it's alright. This kid will get it later on anyways whether I like it or not." Rerth retorted calmly.

"How can you be so sure!?"

Rerth paused on hearing this, his expression becoming more serious as he spoke in a stern voice, "He... is probably even stronger than you, Edward!" He suddenly smirked as he teased the teacher, making the room burst out laughing.