Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"The prize is a simple thing: 1000 Riftstones divided among you equally. When I say equally, I don't mean fairly, however. The one who contributes most to the hunting, who gets the most valuable beast materials, will get the biggest chunk of the prize. This is why you shouldn't slack off."

As Rerth said this, kids became eager to begin training for the event right this second.

"I'll talk to you more about it tomorrow, the day of the little practice. Today, I have other matters to attend to," Rerth said, quickly running out of the classroom.

The students were disappointed to see this. "He's been running off at the end of class for over a week now," they said with unimpressed expressions. "I wonder what he's always busy doing..."

Lyrian, on the other hand, had a smirk on his face. 'I guess it's going to be my payday tomorrow,' he mused. Anything that had to do with getting more Riftstones was great news for him.

Lyrian spent the class doing some exercises on the several machines scattered around the gym floor before moving to his next class.

Granweid's Magia course wasn't as eventful as the others. Granweid congratulated Lyrian on getting the cultivation technique from the 5th floor of the ancient library and checked on his well-being.

After that, a basic explanation of how cultivation techniques worked and their backgrounds was revealed.

"Cultivation techniques are methods created mostly by powerful cultivators of the past who not only wanted to maximize their power but also pass it on to future generations. Although there are several ways a mana cultivation technique can be forged, most are created in this way." This information from his teacher was the most useful to Lyrian.

As it ended, Lyrian got pretty excited for his next and final class. It was his new course that he picked: Alchemy.

***

Lyrian made his way into the classroom and was surprised by its interior immediately. It was like the time he walked into Nria's class and saw the giant tree within.

Here, instead of a giant tree, he walked into a room with a giant black pot in the middle of it. A round cauldron, one could say. There was nothing but that on the floor, but on the sides looked to be steps leading up to the upper floor of the room.

Lyrian walked up the steps and walked past the cauldron in the middle of the room, soon arriving at the real classroom farther back. Railings were placed on the pathway to the classroom, as well as at the back of the classroom, all dropping to the cauldron on the first floor.

Lyrian went and sat on one of the chairs, as a few heads turned to look at him. It was the usual gazes, but this time, Lyrian noticed someone that caught his interest.

This kid wasn't looking at him, but near the first row sat a boy with a white robe on. His robe was littered with the yellow symbol of crescent moons, and Lyrian recognized those immediately.

'That... Linus Creyuun.' He mused, sitting down opposite of him in the room—the only seat left.

In front of the class was a large board with a ton of writings and recipes, it seemed like. There was also a desk, but no teacher to be found.

Just then, loud clacking footsteps began to make their way up the steps. Before long, a beautiful young woman made her way to the front of the class.

She wore long heels and stockings, which hid—yet accentuated her long legs. Her face was that of a model, some might have even called her... a jade beauty. Her body looked to be just on par—voluptuous in shape.

Her two eyes were sharp and piercing, yet her expression was calm. She had two other—quite large—things on her that were also sharp and piercing... but Lyrian didn't pay much attention to those...

Ahem!

Many students looked in awe of her beauty as she finally began to speak after a few seconds.

"Before we begin, a new student has joined our class," she said, staring directly at Lyrian. He was used to stares, but hers felt a little off-putting for some reason.

Since he sat at the back, other students turned to face him as well.

"Lyrian, why don't you stand up and introduce yourself to the class."

Although this was kind of a drag, Lyrian didn't hesitate to follow his teacher's instructions.

Standing up, he exclaimed to the class, "I'm sure you all know what my name is. It's a pleasure to be in this class with all of you," he politely stated before sitting back down.

This garnered him not much of a reaction, as expected, and class continued as usual.

The teacher, whose name was written on the board as "Madam Scarlett," turned and began writing on the board. While turned, she spoke, "Lyrian, I'm sure you've read the textbook and have caught up for this class. But in case you forgot anything, do you need anything to be explained to you up until our lesson today?"

"No, I'm fine."

And with that, Scarlett finished what she was writing on the board. By the time she was done, it looked like a magic circle, except, it had the names of ingredients on each side of the star in the middle of the circle.

It was less complicated than a normal magic circle but more confusing to Lyrian nonetheless, as he wasn't fully familiar with it.

"These past days, we have been studying how to make small elixirs and pills. You have all received your very own alchemy kits, with mixing pots to create said elixirs and pills." 

As she said this, a pot slowly floated over and landed on Lyrian's desk. It was no bigger than the size of a watermelon. Its shape resembled the big cauldron on the bottom floor.

"Today, however, we will finally use what we've learned to create some high-quality products." She finally turned back around. "Using the large cauldron."