Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Lyrian walked inside of the dome calmly, placing one hand on the hilt of his blade.

He faced the wooden dummy in the center of the dome, as he stopped there.

Rothis shut the door at the moment, as Lyrian's eyes darted up to the stands around the walls of the dome for a split second.

It was empty at that time, but a couple people were standing at the very top, looking down at him.

A hulking man with heavy iron armor, and a petite lady wearing tight purple clothes made of leather.

They both seemed to converse among themselves as they viewed the tests.

At that moment, they looked at Rothis as the hulking man nodded. Rothis nodded back with a slight smirk.

"Begin!" He exclaimed, as the eyes of the dummy immediately lit up.

A thin yellow aura surrounded it, causing its posture to straighten.

"Who are you?" The dummy suddenly questioned.

"Lyrian Theageld." Lyrian blankly stated.

"What do you wish to accomplish by joining the Adventurers Guild?" The dummy spoke again.

"I want to do quests and investigate disappearances." His description was as minimal as possible.

"What is your weapon of choice and preferred style of combat?"

"So many damn questions... just begin already."

"Fine..."

With that, the dummy suddenly began to expand in size.

The crowd of people behind the glass screen looked on in awe as the dummy continued to grow.

After ten seconds, it was 20 feet tall in height, towering over the small Lyrian.

"I hope that's your limit for your sake." Lyrian joked as the dummy reached its hands out.

Two long swords made of wood slowly materialized in its palms, as Lyrian cracked his fingers to prepare himself.

Without hesitation, the dummy lunged forward. In seconds it came ten feet away from Lyrian and swung both of its six-foot-long blades in an X formation.

At that moment, Lyrian's eyes widened in shock... "Huh? That's it?" He exclaimed, lightly stepping to the side to avoid the blow.

An X mark was left on the ground where he previously stood, as the dummy retracted its swords and went back to its normal position.

"I see... this exam isn't the same as Anaviotis' at all. It's far, far less challenging."

The dummy moved again, dashing toward Lyrian as it unleashed a barrage of swings.

Lyrian simply moved backward at the same speed as the dummy, not allowing a single hit to grace him.

With an uninterested expression, he reached down and grabbed some dust from the ground while still continuing to move.

Rothis and everyone else looked at him with awe and shock.

"That's the max-level dummy, and he's not even phased. Not bad." Rothis smirked.

The others were far more shocked, "Bro! I failed to level 5! That's level 20!"

"You got to level five!? That's at least passing! I got only to level 2!"

...

With a bit of water magic, Lyrian condensed the dry dust in his hand into a wet ball of dirt.

After pinching it a bit to make it harder, he placed it on the tip of his middle finger and flicked it at the wooden giant.

The bullet of mud sped toward the dummy, shooting right into its chest.

The dummy was instantly thrown back as if a 20-foot sledgehammer had just slammed into it with full force.

It was sent flying across the dome, skidding into several flips as it let go of the swords and finally slid to a stop.

Lyrian scoffed, ceasing to move. "Way easier than the one from Anaviotis... and here I thought I was going to get an opportunity to re-gauge my strength.

The two figures standing atop the stands had their brows extended high, and their eyes widened in shock.

Rothis was also slightly speechless, as his bottom lip curled down to show that he was impressed.

The tall, hulking man in the stands exclaimed, "The bastard is too strong. I find it hard to believe."

The woman next to him said, "I am of the same impression... but, if we think about that, that is the same kid who defeated Lord Godfrey... can we really expect any less of him?"

The man paused, "Hmm... no, you're right. To think even slightly lowly of him is to indirectly insult His greatness." He was referring to Godfrey, the Imperial Prince of Veridrake.

"G-god damn it you pass you strong son of a bitch!" Rothis exclaimed, unable to contain his laugh.

"Ahh~ I don't know how human beings can become so strong, especially at such a young age. Screw my life." He cursed as Lyrian reentered the waiting room.

"Congra--" Rothis tried to say but was swiftly cut off.

"Congratulations, Lord Lyrian!" Hyst suddenly butted in, eager to see Lyrian.

'He's far stronger than what I could have ever imagined. I wish I could actually see some of his strength though. Not only did he not use magic, he didn't even use his weapon or a martial art.' He was highly intrigued, as was everyone else.

Rothis then added, "Never in my five years of doing this job have I seen anyone pass that exam so easily..."

"Woah there, Rothis! Are you sure about that?" Hyst's younger brother suddenly walked into the room, speaking loudly.

"I didn't see what happened, but you said the same thing to me if I remember correctly. Aren't you just sweet-talking," The teenager turned to Lyrian, "Him?" He finished.

"Oh... Kepler," Rothis said, but before he could continue, the boy cut him off.

"That's lord Kepler to you..." He said with slight disdain.

"Uh... right. Lord Kepler, you did pretty well, but Lyrian here outshined you by at least 15000 suns if I do say so myself."

"R-really?" Kepler seemed to have a hard time grasping that concept.

"Yeah... you're trash compared to him, bum," Hyst added, as a few people accidentally broke out into laughter.

Kepler immediately glared at these people, making them instantly don straight faces.

"I see... I heard some gossip about him doing this test and wanted to see what the commotion was about. Seems I was a bit too late." Kepler said, swiftly turning around.

"I have other places to be anyways." He said, as Hyst quickly interjected.

"Other places to be? At Red Light time? You little runt... don't tell me you're wasting time in the Red Light District again..."

"What? I never said I was going there, and even If I did, I can do what I want!" The young man retorted, "First it was wasting money, now wasting time. How much do I have to waste to have you stop whining!"

After he barked this, Hyst paused, "Brat... is that the correct tone to talk to me?" He said in an oddly stern manner.

Seeing his older brother's furious gaze, Kepler quickly straightened his posture and gulped.

"Uh... no. Sorry brother." He replied, 'Damn it! What's gotten into him!? He gets pissed off so easily lately.'

"Go home. If I hear that you aren't home by 10 PM from Sebastion, you're done for, you hear me?" Hyst ordered.

"Yeah yeah... I will don't worry." Kepler said as he left.

Afterward, Lyrian spoke, "Damn... what a headache."