Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

"Black Merge? Is that the name of a skill? How'd you get it?" Lyrian questioned further, as he was intrigued.

'What a powerful ability... I can't believe how much it boosted his strength. Even though it wasn't much to me, his power soared by leaps and bounds while activating it! In truth, he probably became as strong as someone with an OP of 5 simply by using that spell, when he only has an OP of 1 normally.'

"I don't know. I was just born with it." The boy said, clutching his head as he rose to his feet.

"Born with it? Who are you? What's your family name?"

"Uh... well. My name is Ranthor. Ranthor Crysalis. I don't know who I am, or who my parents are, so don't bother asking. I'm an orphan, a nobody. That's all you need to know." The boy wiped the blood off his face.

"I am only alive to take care of my sister. Without her, I am nothing. A spec of dust that can be wiped off the face of the planet." The boy's tone was filled with truthful ambition.

Lyrian paused, thinking, 'The only reason I wanted to help this kid was because he said his sister was taken... it might have been by the Black Petal Sect, so it piqued my interest. However, he keeps surprising me. This power that he has... if it can turn a person with an OP of 1 to 5, without any prior training... just how powerful can it be with someone trained and strong.'

His eyes lit up at just the possibility of it all.

"You said you were looking for your sister, right?" Lyrian asked, catching the boy off guard slightly.

"Y-yeah... she was kidnapped-"

As the boy spoke, Lyrian assumed inwardly, 'As I expected... another mysterious kidnapping.'

However, as the boy continued, Lyrian realized that he was wrong.

"-right in front of my very eyes."

"Wait... what?" Lyrian said, surprised by this. This wasn't just another mysterious kidnapping, but one with real intel.

'Wait... no... don't overthink this. Such a sect wouldn't possibly be so careless. It must have just been a random kidnapping.'

Lyrian looked at the boy, who was in a horrid state. He then remembered how even when he was saying the truth to the crowd moments prior, no one believed him.

'That's right... no one will believe him. It's possible that the Black Petal Sect knew that no one would believe a peasant kid like him, so they stole his sister right in front of him...' Lyrian mused, saying,

"Describe it for me."

The boy was of course thrown off by this, "W-what?"

"Describe how she was captured in detail. Who captured her? What did they look like?" Lyrian spoke with a serious tone.

"Uh... why would you care?"

"Just tell me." Lyrian retorted, but the boy still didn't speak. This was when Lyrian said, "I'm looking into a case right now. One of mass kidnappings around the city."

The boy gasped accidentally as he heard this, his eyes widening.

For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence that hung in the air.

"That's..." The boy said, pausing once again, as his eyes suddenly moistened.

"That's what I've been looking for."

"What?" Lyrian questioned in slight confusion.

"When I first told everyone my sister was kidnapped, most called me a lair. They said I was speaking nonsense since the word of the kidnappings was getting relevant around that time. They said I was trying to use the buzz to get attention..."

Ounis and Lyrian didn't say anything, allowing the boy to continue.

"But... I continued searching for my sister until the kidnappings became big news. Recently, I heard that someone was coming to the city to solve the case of the kidnappings."

The kid's vision, which had been wandering up until now, stared directly at Lyrian all of a sudden.

"You... you are him. The person I've been looking for all this time. Please, tell me, are you Lyrian Theageld, the MVP?"

'What... the hell? How did this turn into such a predicament.' Lyrian mused to himself before answering.

"Yeah... that would be me."

Suddenly, the kid inhaled sharply and fell to Lyrian's feet, bowing down fully.

"Help me! Help me find my sister! I will do anything! I beg you!"

It was abrupt, but the boy broke down into a flurry of emotions at Lyrian's feet.

"I'll sacrifice my life a hundred times over! Please! Help me save my sister, and I will be indebted to you for life."

Lyrian was slightly taken aback by this but didn't hesitate too much in his answer.

"I'm already doing that." He said, taking a step back from the boy who was at his feet.

"In fact, I'm trying my best to solve this mission. When I save those people, I will make sure to retrieve your sister along with the others."

The boy sniffled as he wiped his snot and tears away and rose to his feet. "All black. They wore all black, and their faces were masked."

Lyrian's eyes widened slightly as the boy began to speak, "Continue."

"Their masks resembled that of crows' faces. They were too large, nor did they stand out a lot, but were pitch black."

"What about symbols? Did they have any symbols on their clothing that could give away their association?" Lyrian asked as this would be a good way to verify if the boy was actually telling the truth.

"Yes. They had a symbol on their chest. It was of flower petals. Three black flower petals outlined in a dark purple. I will never forget it, nor anything else about them." The kid firmly stated.

'On the chest... he got that part right. On top of that, he even remembered what it was.' Lyrian was impressed and relieved to hear this information.

"Good job kid... thanks for the help. Here, take this. It will keep you fed for the next month."

Lyrian took out a small pouch from his storage ring.

The boy looked at this pouch, and then back at Lyrian. His expression remained stoic and determined.

"Please... if I may, I would like to request something else."

"What?" Lyrian was slightly confused. He didn't see why the boy would have a reason not to accept the money.

"Instead of that, allow me to help you. I want to complete this mission alongside you to find my sister."