Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 150 Floor 100: To Be Worthy

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Uis looked back up from the ground, shocked at what the foolish peasant was spouting toward the two royals. However, his eyes widened further as his mouth gaped slightly when he realized they didn't have any reaction whatsoever to Lyrian after he called them both fools.

'That kid... who the hell is he!?' He exclaimed to himself in confusion, 'To have that much respect from those two, what am I missing here?'

"Come out! Galadral! Huragal! Ragahal!" The king suddenly bellowed at the top of his rough lungs, as three chained gates made of thick and rusty iron bars located at the sides of the arena walls suddenly began to lift up.

Without any warning, three ginormous beasts made of magma and black stone, as big as Garmr, suddenly leaped out of the gates and stormed towards the examinees, as they all broke formation and began to hurriedly scatter.

The beasts resembled wolfs, or tigers, but were bulkier and had giant heads with teeth the size of humans! Before long, they became causing a frenzy amongst the examinees. They weren't extremely fast, but if they were to catch their prey amid the chaos they were causing, it was lights out.

The crowd erupted in another loud cheer as they saw this happening. Lyrain looked around, noticing that this entire tower was nothing more than just an entertainment show from the start. However, he already knew that. That wasn't important now, what was important, was fighting and defeating the boss.

Before he could do anything, however, the third beast, Ragahal, suddenly leaped toward him and the other two boys. They all dashed backward, revealing their respective weapons. At that moment, slight smirks appeared on all of their faces as they prepared themselves to attack.

In that situation, there was an unspoken challenge of who's skill would land first, and whose would be most powerful. Spade first went in for the attack, using only his hands, as they instantly became as sharp as a spear. Closing in on the beast, he darted across its abdomen and appeared on the other side.

In one sweep, a giant gash was left searing across the beast's entire torso, with magma spilling out as though it was the creature's blood. Next, Silvus waved his wand in the air, before pushing it down towards the ground, "Wind Puncture!" He yelled, as four large spears of wind suddenly formed in the air before crashing down onto the beast's four limbs.

Silvus was going to use another spell to finish off the beast, but before he could, Lyrian unsheathed his sword and dashed in, saying "Too slow."

With a precise cleave, the beast's head was decapitated, rolling around before arriving at the feet of the king's seat box.

Silvus bared a slightly angry expression as this happened, pissed off because Lyrian stole his kill, but Lyrian on the other hand looked up at the king, wanting to see his reaction.

Was what he did impressive enough to garner respect? That was the question in hand. However, the king simply smiled before lifting his hand in front of his chest. There, Lyrian say that half of the beast's pinky finger was missing. He found it to be odd, but he didn't know why the beast would show him that either.

It made sense, however, when the king tapped his finger once, and the giant slain beast; Ragahal, was quickly absorbed from the ground into his hand, reforming that little piece of finger that was missing before.

Now, Lyrian knew exactly what the beast was implying. "You defeated half of my pinky finger." Was the message that was translated across. 

In turn, this gave Lyrian a glimpse into the power dynamic between the two, but nonetheless, he still had to fight the dungeon boss. Not just for the reward, but also because of this...

[Quest failure: Random penalty]I think you should take a look at

"Haha...hahaha!" Spade suddenly broke out into a fit of laughter.

Lyrian and Silvus looked back at him, also seeing the rampage of the 1 final beast that was still alive behind him to the examinees.

The other one was already slain by Leon.

"Insane. We'd be insane to try and duel such a thing. I don't care who you are, to think you can fight that and win... you have to be out of your mind." Spade suddenly took a step forward.

Lyrian was confused by the seemingly retarded brat, but he shrugged it off and changed his attention back to the king. He had to kill the thing he looked at, but he didn't know how he would initiate the duel. On top of that, there was another factor that played into this.

[Quest time limit: 10 minutes, 8 seconds]

'It's unfortunate, but I have to fight this guy as fast as possible. Even if I begin the duel right now, who knows if I will defeat him before the time ends...'

He thought about what to do for a while, his mind racing at a million miles per second. Just then, he remembered something from just a few days ago.

'The magma heart.' He thought to himself, as a realization hit him.

When he scanned the holder of that heart, there was a special title given to him by the system. It was none other than... 

[Uncrowned King]

Without any other option, Lyrian went with this last resort. He didn't know if it would work at all, but what else could he do.

Reaching into his shirt, he called out to the king, "Something that makes me worthy and respectable huh? How about... this." He said, taking out the magma heart from his shirt and revealing it to the king.

The crowd quieted down as he did this, the king squinting his eyes once again to look closer, as a few gasps of shock began to resound around the arena. The king, who was having the time of his life, suddenly bared a sorrowful expression.

His lip began to quiver, as his eyes became moist of lava. Before long, his entire body had begun to shake slightly. 

"Fa--Father?"