Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith
Chapter 199 Zaryn Mythology
Those near the knocked-down seats quickly got up and backed away. The nervous kid from before couldn't believe his eyes. Without thinking, he spoke out loud.
"Who is that guy... I thought he was just going to fight back, but he's ruthless!"
A kid next to himself replied, equally as shocked. As Lyrian slowly walked over to the bully who was frozen in disbelief and coughing, the kid spoke.
"It looks like the Newbie Hunter's daddy has arrived."
A few kids laughed as he said this in a daze of astonishment. As Lyrian neared Israthel, he looked up and gritted his teeth in anger.
He could hear the small giggles reverberating through the room, and also the eyes of pity and disdain looking down on him from everywhere. At that moment he wanted to get up and strangle Lyrian to death, but just before he could, a voice abruptly sounded from the front of the room.
"Not listening to the announcements, are we? No fighting, brats. Get to your seats before I give you a detention."
A middle-aged man with short blonde hair entered the classroom, setting his books on his table as he spoke. He wore a simple robe, uniform as a teacher in Anaviotis, and had a fuzzy brown beard.
Hearing this, Lyrian gave the bully a final glance of his furious expression, as he went back and sat down. Israthel let out a grunt of frustration, returning to his seat as well.
As he sat down, his eyes couldn't stop staring at Lyrian. He fidgeted in his seat, not being able to sit well from the irritation. It had been a long time since he was humiliated like this.
After everyone got settled into their seats, the teacher walked up to the podium in the middle of the front of the room and looked up at all the students.
"You may all call me Mr. Peseral. I am the teacher of what you would all likely consider to be the most boring, useless subject at this school. But hey, I majored in it, so it must mean something, right? I think so."
He said with a chuckle, turning around as he began to write on the large whiteboard behind him. In big and bold letters, he spelled out: Ephrias Varant The Legendary.
"Let's kick it off big, shall we? I'm sure all of you, no matter where you originate from, have heard of this name."
Peseral turned back around to face the students. They all nodded, an expression that they understood. All but Lyrian, who didn't have a single clue what the professor was talking about.
"Ephrias Varant The Legendary. He rightfully earned his name, unlike many heroes of this generation... the reason why he is deemed as Legendary is that he was the sole hope of the human race in the war against the elves several hundred years ago. Without him, we would all cease to exist!"
***
About an hour later, the class ended. Lyrian yawned, nearly falling asleep during the history lesson. In the end, he learned that Ephrias was a pretty respectable person. But... what surprised him was the thing that made him fall in the end.
For now, he shrugged that thought off. The bell rang to go to the next class, as students began to exit the room in a hurry. Israthel also left, teeming with anger.
'I can't fuck him up now that the teacher is here... but when I get the chance... that little shit is dead!'
He said as he stomped out of the room with his chubby friend, who was still shell-shocked.
"You didn't have to come to my rescue like I was some damsel in distress. I could have dealt with that situation on my own."
Leon said to Lyrian as they also left the room. Lyrian smirked at this.
"That would have probably been the right thing to do, to let you deal with it on your own. But I couldn't control myself. The bastard pissed me off. I dislike it when someone attacks my friends for no reason."
He said as the two parted ways. As Leon made his way to his next class, he thought to himself.
'Friend huh... I mean, we have gone through the climaxes of life when it comes to danger. We are friends.'
***
Lyrian soon made it to his next class. As he entered, the vibe of the classroom was completely different from the one before. In terms of size, it was easily more than 3 times as big. As soon as he stepped in, he was blown away by the greenery in the room.
The layout was different from the first room. The entrance led directly to the widely spaced seats in the wider rows. You could walk all the way down to the bottom of the classroom, where the teacher stood, and could touch a giant tree that grew through the glass room.
Apart from the small area where you entered the room, and where the seats were, the entire room was in a giant glass sphere that had hexagonal windows. You could see the vegetation outside, making it feel lively.
Lyrian quickly found a seat near the back of the room and sat down. He sat there since it was closest to him, and also closest to the exit.
'Hopefully, another bufoon won't interrupt me... well, actually, that would be some decent training.'
He pondered to himself. Before long, he noticed that several eyes were staring right at him.
'I mean... I am one of the only 3 MVPs, but this is a little too much, no? I guess I'll have to deal with this for the first few days before everyone forgets and doesn't care about me anymore...'
He thought to himself as the teacher got up from her desk near the side of the tree and walked to the front of the room. At that moment, the bell indicating that the class should start rang through the halls.
The teacher in the second classroom was a modest and fairly young woman with an undeniable air of confidence. Her long, flowing brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding to her youthful and approachable appearance. She had a pleasant and welcoming demeanor that instantly put her students at ease.
"Hello, class."
She began to introduce herself.
Her beauty was undeniable, but it was her warm and engaging personality that truly drew people in. Her expressive eyes sparkled with intelligence and a genuine passion for teaching, making it clear that she was not just there to deliver a lesson but to inspire her students.
She wore a simple robe, a standard uniform for educators at the academy, but she carried herself with grace and charisma.
"You may call me Ms. Nria."
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