Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



As the three entered the hole, the ice jabbing into Silvus' hand had nearly all melted by now, having been in contact with his warm blood for quite a while.

Suddenly, as his hand became more and more freed, a flashback appeared in his mind. It was of the time when he lost to Lyrian in the preliminaries, and was met by his brother, Zysrial, in the medical room soon after.

***

His brother stood before him, a domineering presence, with his hands crossed and his expression shadowed. Silvus couldn't face his brother, simply looking down.

Zysrial clenched his jaw.

"Do not lose again, Yaltan. Reinhardt is nothing short of a bulwark, he doesn't let things pass. This is your only excuse. If you happen to fail again in any part of this exam... You won't see the light of day again until you reach 15."

Zysrial spoke with a stern demeanor. Silvus' eyes widened as he immediately realized what Zysrial was talking about.

***

As soon as the ice melted enough, he shot up to his feet and yelled, "Dentro Wind!" 

A small log of wood suddenly appeared beneath his feet, as he clutched onto his left hand which had a gaping hole in it, and flew towards the crevice at full speed.

The bleeding had subsided slightly since his nerves and skin were nearly completely frozen by Glis' ice magic, but it was still gushing out a large amount of blood nonetheless.

Without any other option, he tore off a piece of his luxurious robe while riding, wrapping it around his palm.

Lyrian began falling down several layers of floors. The tower was tall, and from the looks of it, the Light Sphere of the Pheon had torn through dozens of levels with ease. 

In each life that he barely caught a glimpse of, Lyrian saw some that were full of Magma Dwellers in the stands and others that were empty, but this information was a plus to him in the end.

***

Moments prior, before being grasped by Cedric, Lyrian thought about what he would do after retrieving the core. Fighting everyone, or even Spade alone, was an absolute no, since he was far too weakened right now.

Then, he noticed the large hole in the middle of the ground. It sparked an idea in his mind; that was, of course, to jump down into it. However, this was undoubtedly not a full plan, since he would eventually reach a dead end.

That--was when he realized something...

***

At that moment Lyiran suddenly saw the end of the Light Sphere's impact closing in, so he abruptly latched onto one of the floors, rushing inside as he continued to run. 

The movement was so random that Glis and Spade couldn't make the same moves on such quick notice, so they continued to fall.

***

What Lyrian realized was the sheer amount of Magma Dwellers in each of the floors. It wasn't just some small monster camp, but rather like the old bags said, an entire society. Seeing all of them in while falling through the floors was a testament to how true this statement was.

Lyrian thought; that if they truly had an entire society, they wouldn't just always live in a coliseum. No, they would have homes to live in. If they had homes to live then, then they would need supplies, elixirs, food, and whatever else.

None of that mattered, except, of course, for elixirs! Lyrian didn't know whether or not the Magma Dweller society held such items for sure, but guess what... he didn't have any better option right but not to believe that they did!

So, what would he do? Go looking across the floors for some sort of market? And then what? Begin searching for one that specifically sold elixirs? That may have worked in theory, but it was far too strenuous and difficult, and on top of that, even if he found a shop like that, who's to say it would even be enough for him?

So that was out of the window. Instead, he thought of the next place where people stored elixirs, and not just mediocre ones, but valuable, high-tiered ones. They would store it where other valuables were, somewhere that one couldn't easily get to... somewhere that each and every society had in their government.

Somewhere like... a treasury!

It was perfect! A place that met all of Lyrian's wants. Surely, a society would have a treasury. And now, the only thing left to do was the find the darn thing.

***

"If it's going to be anywhere, it going to be close to the king's quarters."

He said to himself, dashing up to the king's seatbox, which existed on every single floor in the tower.

The Magma Dwellers that noticed him had no clue what was going on. All they knew was that a giant ball of light had just gone through their tower and that a random boy leaped in before entering the king's seat box.

Inside of there, Lyrain went through the door that allowed the king to enter the seatbox in the first place. As soon as he did, he was met with what looked to be a labyrinth of wide black stone hallways. 

They were well decorated with torches and carvings, with enough room to even have some pillars here and there, but they were almost endless, or at least seemed to be.

By that point, both Glis and Spade had made their way back up to Lyrian's current floor. They knew that the other ways led to the rooms of fighters, which they were quite familiar with, so the king's seat box was the only logical path to head towards.

As they entered it, the Magma Dwellers grew even more confused, their day seeming to get worse and worse...

Lyrian stayed glued to the right side of the walls, dashing through quickly. Before long, the labyrinth turned a corner and opened up to a large room--inside of which was nothing but a circular platform with a teal-colored transparent key sitting in the middle of it.

ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm "A key! They are for moving up floors, no?"

Lyrian lunged for the key, grabbing it as he quickly placed it inside of the lock that materialized as soon as he touched it.

"The treasury... since the king only appeared on the 100th floor, I can only assume that he would stay there, and since it's the hardest floor to get to, it would make sense that the treasury would be there of all places."

The teal light enveloped him from his feet, and he suddenly appeared inside of identical room with the key once again.

"This must be the same room, but one floor up..."

He thought to himself, as that's how all the previous keys he used had worked.

With a smirk on his face, Lyrian began opening up several new locks as he quickly traveled up the floors. 

"This would be 98...99, and finally," He put in the final key and twisted it for a satisfying click.

"100..."

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