Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



Julius' eyes continued to squeeze more as each second passed of him feeling Lyrian's glabella. His look of serious concern grew more.

"Is he alright?" Alten spoke in the silence, a genuine inquiry.

Julius arose from the floor a few moments later, opening his eyes. "He's... alright. I'll take him to the infirmary... it will probably be a little while longer before he awakes."

Julius picked the boy up from the floor. Leon stepped forward, "How long is a little while?"

Julius looked at him with slight worry in his brows, "I... don't know." He said as Leon stepped back again. With no more questions from the two, Julius disappeared from the room in the same fashion as he had entered--taking Lyrian with him.

As Julius entered the infirmary doors and began walking to an empty bedroom, he couldn't just but muse in worry even more. "This is... demonic magic. The magic... of Purgatory." He clenched his jaw. "Boy..." His gaze turned to Lyrian's unconscious face, "What have you gotten yourself into... that energy I felt--no, that energy that the elites of every continent in the Mortal Plains felt--it is enough to start a war..."

Julius arrived at an empty plastic-curtained room and placed Lyrian down on a stretcher. He scratched his head, "How am I supposed to explain this one to the Chancellors..." He turned around and left the room, closing the blinds behind him.

'If a demon of Purgatory--power enough to release the energy that it did--is in the realm... who knows what powers will seek to destroy it. Ai yai yai... how complicated.'

***

Seven days later. 10th day of Anaviotis Academy.

Lyrian's eyes slowly opened, as the blinding ceiling light assaulted his eyes, 'Ugh... lights fueled by magic are too bright.' He mused, sitting up in his stretcher.

'This feels all too similar.' He had been here before...

He opened and closed his fists, feeling not very different from his usual self. However, his body was quite sore, as if he hadn't moved for a while. He tried to maintain daily exercise, simply to stay loose and mobile.

'It doesn't feel right.' He mused, getting off of the bed he dropped down to the floor and began to stretch.

He did some jump pushups, where he started from the ground, and used his hands to propel himself over three feet into the air while maintaining perfect form. After ten reps of those, he did jump squats, jumping only a few millimeters below the ceiling.

"Phew... this feels a little better. But, still not normal." He thought, gripping his hand once again. Just then, the frontal curtains to his room opened, and a young nurse walked in with a clipboard pressed firmly against her chest.

"Oh! You're awake, Lyrian!" She said in a chirpy tone. "You probably should be up and active yet... we still haven't checked you out."

Lyrian heard these words and couldn't help but think, 'Yeah... I've definitely been here before. It feels like Deja vu.'

The nurse moved to the side of the stretcher as he sat back down on it. "I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, you're not the only one that feels like this has happened before in the past... It is unfortunate, but I have to see you again, Lyrian, after I specifically said that I didn't want to on our last encounter."

Lyrian didn't really know how to respond to that, "Yeah... well, I'm fine, aren't I?" 

The nurse placed the clipboard on the seat. "You are certainly alright, but just like before... you had severe meridian issues, and now, they have fully healed. Truly, I have no idea how you do it. It's almost as if you have the regenerative abilities of a Phoenix or something!" She exclaimed, giggling slightly.

"Heh..." Lyrian awkwardly retorted.

"Well... I suppose you are free to go. I have no reason to hold you here any longer since you have healed already." She picked up her clipboard and took a step back.

"Please," She suddenly spoke, causing Lyrian to look her way, "Don't make me see you again. Take care of yourself, Lyrian. Our lives are not worth risking... they are meant something to someone."

Lyrian stood up again, "Right... oh and," Lyrian paused, opening and closing his fist once again, "How long exactly have I been asleep for?"

"Oh well, that would be seven days." The nurse said nonchalantly, looking at Lyrian with a blank stare.

Lyrian froze for a moment, at a loss for words... "Huh!?"

***

He arrived back to his room, which was polished clean, just like how it was before. "Hm..." He said as he inspected the place, "I guess if they could clean up my roommate's mess on the first day, then this would be expected." He said before sitting down on his chair.

"So it's been seven days huh... that makes this the tenth day of school, already. I probably missed too much." He uneagerly looked at the pile of books on his table, which were previously not there.

"Eh~" He bore an unimpressed expression. "I better get studying, I guess..." He pulled the pile closer. Just as he was about to read, he remembered something. 

"Wait... the tenth day. This is my last day to pick my courses for the year!" He exclaimed, slightly freaked out. Without delay, he quickly began scrolling through his potential classes on his bracelet.

First: Zaryn Mythology. Second: Spirit Beast Taming. Third: Lunch. Fourth: Hunting Class. Fifth: Magia Class. And finally, sixth... it turned out that he only had to choose one class after all since he got six in total.

There wasn't really any reason to freak out, so he felt pretty silly about that. Still, he was stuck between two choices; Blacksmithing Class, or Alchemy Class.

"I cater more towards blacksmithing... but alchemy also interests me. One is a work in progress that has been helping me greatly, and the other has a ton of potential to be powerful when used correctly," He paused, leaning back in his chair.

"I'll choose... Alchemy."

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