Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

A day passed as Lyrian continued to travel through the Wilderlands, hunting a few creatures along the way for cores and also for food.

All of these new and somewhat powerful magical creatures led him to want to Reap their souls to fuse with the Hobgoblin's soul, but he also knew that he could only store one more soul right now, so if he was going to Reap one to fuse with the Hobgoblin's, it was going to have to be a good one.

For this reason, he decided that he was going to wait it out a while longer until he could find what he thought was the best soul candidate to reap.

Potentially, he could even reap the soul of the golden-tiered creature, however rare that may be.

Currently, on day 2 of the exam, he had a total of 7 points. His constant movement didn't allow him to hunt too much, so his points lacked a bit for now.

As he continued on his way to what he thought was the epicenter of the Tasnan Wilderlands, Lyrian suddenly came across an opening in the forest.

Jumping through it, he realized that it wasn't just an opening, but the end of the forest altogether.

Outside was a vast expanse of flat plains with only a few trees littered here and there, mostly standing alone like sentinels against the sprawling emptiness.

The plains stretched out before Lyrian, seeming to extend endlessly in every direction. The landscape was a masterpiece of simplicity and serenity.

The ground beneath his feet transformed from the lush forest floor to a mosaic of golden grasses, gently swaying in the breeze.

As far as the eye could see, waves of tall grasses waved like a sea frozen in time.

Their warm hue created a comforting blanket that covered the plains.

The sky above was a breathtaking canvas of azure blue, stretching infinitely to the horizon.

Fluffy white clouds floated effortlessly, casting shadows that danced playfully across the vastness below.

The sun, a radiant orb of warmth, shone down with a gentle touch, casting its golden rays upon the plains.

'This is it?' Lyrian thought, imagining the forest to be much larger, 'Maybe I got summoned close to the forest's edge.'

"Good question! Okay listen up everyone, Cedric here just asked how the cores will be split up amongst the group!"

Lyrian suddenly heard a kid yelling from his right. 'Cedric?' He questioned, noticing the familiar name.

After jumping across a few tree branches, Lyrian came across a large group of kids just across a small hill right next to the forest's edge.

In total, there must have been no less than 100 people.

Atop the hill stood a few kids with one in front looking to do all the talking, with the rest standing below on the flat ground.

"The cores that we all hunt and gather up will be split up equally among everyone so that all of us can pass this exam without any worry!" The boy on the hill yelled to everyone.

His clothes were quite luxurious, blue in color with a set of glasses atop the ridge of his nose.

He talked dignantly, seeming like a higher-status noble that everyone could listen to.

Looking through the crowd, Lyrian noticed that Leon stood near the back.

"Leon!" Lyrian said, jumping down from the tree branch towards Leon.

"Lyrian? So you finally arrived huh? I was wondering when you would show up." Leon said, looking back at Lyrian who didn't seem to catch the attention of anyone.

From the looks of it, kids entering the group randomly seemed to be normal.

"Lyrian!" Another voice cried from behind Leon.

Alten suddenly jumped out from Leon's back and attempted to embrace Lyrian, only to be kicked several feet back.

"Ow! What the hell was that for!?" Alten exclaimed in pain as he clenched his stomach.

"I thought you were assaulting me! You can't just jump up on somebody like that out of the blue, you're lucky I noticed that it was you before my attack landed." Lyrian retorted.

The three had a small laugh before another butted themselves into the conversation.

"You! How dare you anger my rival Silvus!" Glis suddenly yelled from the side as he walked toward Lyrian.

"What?"

"What do you mean, 'What?'" She mocked, "You heard what I said. You humiliated Silvus by beating him in the preliminaries, and now he won't even give me a slight chance to win! We are rivals you know, we are supposed to compete with each other!" She spoke indignantly. contemporary romance

"If you're rivals, should him not wanting to let you win make sense?" Lyrian replied, causing Glis to blush in embarrassment.

"You! What did you say!?" She exclaimed.

"Wait, isn't Silvus eliminated from the exam anyways since he lost? Who cares if he allows you to beat him or not? You already won." Alten chimed in, confused at the drama.

"Eliminated!? Of course not! He is the heir to the throne, what makes you think he could be eliminated? Did you expect him to just go be a blacksmith or something after failing?" As Glis replied, suddenly, another voice butted in once again.

"You bastard! What the hell are you doing here!?"

Lyrian turned his head again to face the left when he saw a red-haired boy with a frivolously angry expression, "Cedric?"

"I still haven't settled my score with you..." Cedric suddenly became serious, clenching his fist as he glared at Lyrian.

"Fight me right now!" He suddenly burst into another yell.

"Woah! Let's all calm down!" Alten tried to calm down the fury but no one seemed to listen to him.

"Hey! What's going on back there? Are you all listening or not?" The kid who spoke on top of the hill suddenly called out the bunch.

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