Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

As Lyrian turned his head toward Israthel, an unimpressed expression donning his face, he said to himself, 'How miserable can a person be... this idiot just won't stop trying to get at me. Still, this is pathetic.'

Peser called on Israthel to continue his point.

"Varant never says that perfection is his greatest quality, so this fool is wrong! You can't just make up shit, you moron. This isn't the boonies where you can get away with it, this is a royal academy."

No one spoke for a few seconds.

"Is that... right," Peser said, as the bell marking the end of class suddenly rang.

Israthel smiled cunningly at Lyrian as Sir Peser left the class with his bag, along with several other students.

"Come with me, if you're not a fucking pussy." Israthel stood up and began to walk down toward the exit, as his fat friend quickly followed him.

Lyrian and Leon exchanged irritated looks with each other before walking out of the room themselves.

Surprisingly, they followed Israthel as he made his way to the bathroom. Who was this surprising to? Well, Israthel, of course. He turned to look behind himself as he saw the two still behind him.

'It worked! They really fell for it! I didn't think they were going to... but now, they will learn their lesson.' He inwardly rejoiced.

As soon as he, his accomplice, Lyrian, and Leon entered the bathroom, he stopped. Turning around, he said, "Come out boys," With a smirk on his face, "It's time to hunt."

As he said this, five students suddenly jumped out of the stalls. They walked over to Israthel with excited grins.

"You idiots... how could you just walk in here so cluelessly? Why did you trust me in the first place? Ahaha! Now you're dead! So what if you're strong and whatnot... you don't possibly think you can beat a two versus seven fight do you?"

As he said this, one of the five kids walked behind Lyrian and Leon and blocked the exit. At that moment, both Lyrian and Leon smirked.

As Israthel was expecting, the two of them usually wouldn't follow his lead. However, they had surmised a plan through their eyes alone back in the classroom.

"We followed you in here cluelessly... to beat your ass," Lyrian said, Enhancing his fist.

"Huh?" Israthel exclaimed, as a fist suddenly hurtled toward his face.

Before he could react, one of his accomplices blocked the punch from Lyrian, but not without hurting his hand.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed in pain. His palm, which he blocked the attack with, was bright red and bruised.

"Beat my ass!? Go ahead and try!" 

With that, all the goons attacked the two all at once. They all knew not to use magic since it would make too much noise. However, fighting close combat with two close-combat fighters turned out to be a silly choice...

After three minutes, all of the seven kids, along with Israthel, were seated against the wall. Their faces looked like avocados, they were beaten so bad that they were unrecognizable.

Lyrian curled his palm into a fist again, as all of them suddenly gasped.

"Gnoooo!" Israthel exclaimed, trying to say 'Noo!' "Don'f do vhis! Im sowyy!"

"Listen up... you all are lucky I spared you." Lyrian began to walk in front of the kids lined up against the wall.

As he walked past them, each one of them gasped in horror. They touched their palms together to pray to be pitied as Lyrian continued his frightening walk...

"And you." He stopped at Israthel and knelt down.

"Stop messing with me. Next time will be worse if you try to again..." 

Israthel violently nodded, looking at Lyrian with conviction.

Seeing this, Lyrian and Leon exited the bathroom. After a few seconds, Israthel screamed at the top of his lungs.

"ARGHH! DAMN IT ALL!" He slammed his fists into the floor. They were injured from his fight with Lyrian, so it hurt him far more than he was expecting. "Ahh! Fuck!" He exclaimed in pain.

"Hey! He can probably still hear you! Calm down!" One of his accomplices said.

Israthel stood up abruptly and grabbed the kid by his collar, lifting him up against the wall. His eyes were fueled with rage.

"What the fuck did you say?! You think I'm scared of him!? He's gone too far now... If I don't murder that son of a bitch, I swear, my name won't be Israthel any longer!"

He said, dropping the horrified kid on the ground as he stomped outside of the bathroom. He was forced to come to a halt as soon as he exited, however, as a crowd of students had formed around the hall near the bathroom.

As soon as they all saw him, they were left astonished. Jaws dropped to the floors, and several bracelets flashed to take pictures.

Whispers of speculation and jokes murmured through the crowd as Israthel was forced to take in a deep gasp of embarrassment. He quickly broke through the crowd and stormed off, hiding his head in shame.

"I swear..." He widened his eyes as he stared at the ground, boiling with infuriation. "I swear I'll kill him."

***

By this point, Lyrian had arrived at Ms. Nria's class. As he entered, he noticed something peculiar immediately. On the desks of every student was... a small cage?

Whether it be a box for a land creature or a bird cage for a flyer, no desk failed to have one atop it. As he entered, everyone stared at him and Nova.

'Ah... so this is why everyone was staring at me like a ghost.'

"Lyrian! It is a miracle! You have already tamed your Spirit Pet!" Nria suddenly shouted in glee as he walked over to Lyrian.

Lyrian nearly replied, 'Yeah...' With a hint of awkwardness in his voice, but remembering Varant's laws, opted to give another reply. A confident reply.

"I did." He said instead, garnering the gasps of a few.

His confidence made him seem like he had some sort of powerful taming technique, which made others respect him even more.