Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"Good. I won't have to waste time collecting trash now, thanks to Gear," Lyrian said, tossing the piece of tiger fur on the ground.

He looked at the bodies of the tigers after collecting the rubies from their heads. Their blood had been scattered everywhere. "No point in moving these bodies to save myself from predators, since I won't be staying here anyways," he mumbled, leaping away.

He was going to hunt some more later on. Right now, however, he wanted to find a place to cultivate. He was eager to use his new cultivation technique: Cerberus.

'A mana alcove would be ideal... but I doubt I'd find something like that here.' He joked to himself as he traveled through the forest. After about half an hour, he decided that he was far enough away from the tiger bodies to not garner any attention from lurking beasts.

Still, he wanted to be safe, so he climbed up a tree. The tree was larger than most, so by the time he scaled it to the top, he was above the forest canopy.

The sun was setting by this point on the distant horizon. It was awe-inspiring to gaze at—the endless sky with several clouds dispersed across it. The treetops below also didn't stop.

He sat down on one of the flatter branches, leaning his back against the main trunk of the tree. In a lotus position, he closed his eyes. The cool, wild breeze hit his face as he began his cultivation.

With Cerberus the Hound now infused into his cultivation technique, there was only one main difference. At first, he had to get mana himself using the technique. Eventually, he would get enough mana to unlock one of the four arch daemons.

Each demon would greatly increase his speed of cultivation, but getting mana himself seemed to be impossible when he first did it. Now, however, Cerberus was going to be the one retrieving mana. At least, that was the idea.

Cerberus was the Warden of Purgatory. It collected souls wandering the abyss realm and trapped them in prisons. So, why couldn't it help Lyrian by collecting mana and trapping it inside of his body?

Now, all that was left to do was test this out. Lyrian followed his usual protocol when cultivating. After using the art of Smithing to greatly stabilize his concentration, his vision turned 3D once again.

In the pitch darkness, only a silhouette of his body was outlined in white. Finally, he summoned Cerberus forth.

'Go, Cerberus. Bring me mana,' he said in his mind. He made this a part of his technique so that it wouldn't disturb his concentration.

As he thought this, a sphere of purple smoke appeared in front of him. Of course, this was only visible to him in his concentrated state. In the real world, it was invisible.

However, he also realized at that moment that he had the ability to make it visible. For now, he chose not to do that and continued. From the sphere soon came the head of a ferocious hound.

At his new master's command, the hound swiftly traveled outwards into the world, leaving a trail of purple smoke behind it. It soon neared the colorful gaseous liquid floating in the air. This was mana in its most raw form.

It opened its maw, before chomping down on the substance.

[0.004 Mana gained]

After a couple of minutes, it found another blob of mana before scarfing it down as well.

[0.003 Mana gained]

Lyrian didn't know what to think of this pace at first. Sure, it was greater than his initial cultivation technique, Gale, but was it strong enough for him?

After an hour, he calculated the amount of mana he received. It was around 0.15 mana. With that standard, it would take him about six or seven hours of cultivation to get one mana.

Taking this, he began to calculate using Gear. If he could cultivate for a maximum of 6-8 hours a day or 7 hours, it would get him about 1.05 mana per day.

This... was amazing! It didn't seem like much, but 1 mana per day was like hitting the jackpot! That meant he would break through past Genesis after only a year and a little bit, considering the stronger arch daemons would grant him an even greater cultivation speed.

"The mana I have cultivated so far, which took me several years... I could get that in around a third of a single year with this speed," he smiled, continuing to cultivate for that day.

As the sun fully set several hours later, Lyrian opened his eyes. He was pretty mentally exhausted from cultivating, but he also felt rejuvenated at the same time.

"Status," he immediately said, wanting to understand his future rate of growth.

┏━━━Status━━━┓

Name: Lyrian Theageld

Title(s): None

Species: Human

Bloodline: Unknown

Age: 10 Years

Overall Power (OP): 8

Vitality: 113 Years

Health: 80/80

Stamina: 77/77

Strength: 81

Agility: 80

Defense: 75

Body: Normal

Rank: Genesis: Layer 1

MP: 130.6/200 (+50)

┗━━━━━━━━━┛

"Ah..." he awkwardly laughed. "I guess I won't make improvements so quickly. Although it's many times more efficient than before, it's still going to be tough to grow in power," he mused. "But, that's alright. It will only be up from here."

He closed the tab before beginning to climb down the tree. The forest was much creepier after night fell. Lyrian had completely lost track of time. He wanted to hunt as well but didn't find the time to do so.

"I might as well start making my schedule now..." he ran back to the academy gates following his bracelet map.

"I want to hunt for materials, cultivate, and also practice on BF. Of course, all of this will be in my free time. After all my courses, I will be out at about 1 p.m." He paused, musing how to fix his schedule.

"I will hunt first, but not for long. An hour should suffice. After that, I will cultivate for seven hours. That will be my main priority. Finally, I'll train on Battle Forge for another hour, or even two if I don't have any school work."