Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 116 Choices And Consequences

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"You're dead." The boy suddenly said, getting up and walking toward Lyrian.

As he walked past the girl, he grabbed her hand gently as a gesture of romance, only for her to reluctantly pull away. After getting in front of Lyrian he said, "Who the hell do you think you are just because you took out some loser in our team. He was a sacrifice, like a sheep. You think you are some big shot cuz just you took him down?" The boy put his hand on Lyrian's shoulder.

"I could kill weakling..." The boy paused, checking out Lyrian up and down before resuming, "Weakling peasants like you with a single punch. That's right, you would be eliminated right on the spot." After he said this, he looked at Lyrian in the face with a cocky, arrogant smile.

Seeing this, a disgusted look appeared on Lyrian's face, 'Shock Fist.' He thought to himself, channeling mana into his fist.

The girl suddenly noticed, "Hey... Harsa! I think you should get out of there!"

The boy addressed Harsa and looked back arrogantly, "Why? Because of this loser? Let's just make him our core-carrying boy next since he's so arrogant."

As he said, this, both Alten and Leon were only smiling. However, those smiles quickly faded into confused expressions as they saw Lyrian suddenly fall to his knees.

A jolt of pain had come from his neck, causing his body to go limp once again. As he was on his knees, Harsa looked to have a growing smile on his face, a malicious one. Seeing this, Leon immediately got off of his ostrich and dashed forward in front of Lyrian.

Harsa quickly jumped backward to avoid a direct confrontation with Leon. Alten also ran in, kneeling down as he put his hand on Lyrian's back and asked, "Lyrian, are you alright?"

For Lyrian, the pain had been getting worse every time since the first excruciating burst when he first ate the Molten Essence, forcing himself to speak through the pain, he managed to say, "This is bad... worse than it's ever been." He coughed.

Seeing this, Harsa, standing next to the girl, couldn't help but laugh slightly, "Hahaha! Whos laughing now huh? It looks like you were so weak my threats alone were enough to crush you!" He said, looking over to his female friend to catch her attention.

She, however, still looked to be slightly taken aback. With her specialty being magic, she could sense what Harsa clearly couldn't, a deadly amount of blistering mana pouring into Lyrian's hand at extreme speeds.

Her face still looked to be in shock, her eyes widened and her mouth slightly agape, "We... we have to get out of here." She said, backing up slightly.

Harsa looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Pfft! What are you talking about--" Suddenly, he felt a dull object begin to puncture through his side abdomen with immense force. It was hot like being scorched with magma, but also powerful, like a giant bulling slamming into you and breaking all of your ribs.

Before he could react, the boy was immediately eliminated by Lyrian's punch. Lyrian retracted his fist, his other palm over his face as he tried to control the pain that was now beginning to subside.

The girl was shocked, frozen in place like a deer stuck in headlights. All she could fear in her bones was fear, as her entire body started to shake uncontrollably and her heart felt as though it was inside of her neck.

Mustering up some courage, she let out, "Hey... what's the point in eliminating me as well..."

The three looked at her as she spoke, "Im not even a threat, Im not strong. Just have some mercy."

Alten took in her argument as kind of logical, 'Yea... I mean, we don't have to eliminate her as well. What would be the point in doing that.' He thought to himself.

Lyrian on the other hand spoke, "Nope. I couldn't care less about you, if you are eliminated or not. But, your actions lead to consequences. Your choices lead to punishments, and you chose to try and entrap us. Whether it was willingly or not, it's obvious to see."

The girl was speechless when she heard this, as her eyes began to tear up Lyrian continued, "A second ago you were my enemy looking to eliminate me, you saw that as an easy and frivolous thing, so why should I feel bad when I eliminate you?" On saying this, he didn't wait even a second, brandishing his blade as he swooped in and sliced her in half--well, nearly, except she was eliminated beforehand.

Leon didn't feel any sort of way about what Lyrian did, and even if Alten did, he didn't feel like it was appropriate to speak out against him anyways.

'But... he isn't wrong. Eliminating us was nothing to her just a moment ago, and now she wants to play the victim... it's not like he actually killed her. Too bad, I suppose she bit off more than she could chew.' As Alten thought this to himself, Lyrain suddenly fell onto his rear in front of a tree and leaned on it as he sat, holding his head in pain.

Leon cut off the platinum wire and put it next to Lyrian so he could store it in his storage ring, "It would wear off by now, is it still going bad?" He asked.

"Yea..." Lyrian said, putting the wire in his storage ring. By this time Alten had retrieved the team's cores, which was a pitiful amount, and also made the ostriches come closer.

"Oi, guys. I have a new plan..." Lyrian suddenly said as Alten made his way over.

"From here, how long did you say it would take to get to the center?"

Alten looked at the sun, "It's about half past 1pm right now, so I would assume about one day plus a little more than a half of the next day."

Lyrian stood up, slowly walking over to his ostrich before jumping up onto it, one hand still on his face from pain, "Go without me. If you guys get there on the 24th day, I will get there on the 25th or 26th. I need to deal with this Molten Essence before it kills me. It was my choice to eat it, and now I will deal with the consequences."