Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



With everyone else too confused and taken aback to do anything, Lyrian got off of his mount and slowly stepped forward toward the creature with a stern expression on his face.

The sorrowful tone in the dweller's face was almost human-like, and Lyrian didn't sense any ill intention coming from it. Just pure sadness, which he couldn't help but try to decipher. 'Is it potentially the child of the fallen creature? That would explain its size difference...'

With the bright orange eyes of the creature following his every movement, Lyrian appeared mere feet from it and stopped. The beast quickly stood up, its movement fast and unpredictable like a chicken moving its head around frivolously.

With its knuckles on the ground like a gorilla, it began to slowly circle around Lyrian, examining every part of his body. It sometimes came in close, smelling something, before retreating once again.

Finally, it walked back over to the fallen body of the other Magma Dweller and sat down. At that moment, Lyrian's eyes were opened wide in shock, almost frozen in fear.

'This thing... it's almost as strong as the Poison Tarantula. The aura it exudes is almost like a king!' He thought to himself, perplexed.

He first thought of it as a child, but when it circled around him, he caught a glimpse of just how powerful it was from its simple aura. It wasn't just some weakling... no, it might have been the leader of the entire population of Magma Dwellers for all he knew.

'Wait... no. I don't know how strong they all are, so I can't assume an extremely strong one is the leader. But still... if all of them are this strong.' He imagined having to fight them and then stopped that train of thought quickly.

'Scan.'

┏━━━Scan━━━┓

Name: Krota

Species: Magma Dweller

Age: 256

Overall Power (OP): 8

Health: 89/89

Stamina: 89/89

Strength: 89

Agility: 89

Defense: 89

Rank: Genesis: Layer 1

Special: Tier 4 (Exam Tier), ...

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'It... it's strong. But...'

Lyrian was slightly confused after seeing the stats, he was a bit unimpressed. Currently, even he could not defeat such a thing at his level. His chances were slim to none. However, the aura that it had exuded was superior to this, similar to the Black Kailion even, but of course, not at that level.

Then, he noticed that there was something more in the Special stat.I think you should take a look at

[Special: Tier 4 (Exam Tier), Uncrowned King]

'No description for that? I mean... I guess it's self-explanatory.'

Suddenly, the creature patted the ground next to it, like a parent telling a kid to sit down. Lyrian didn't object, seeing as it wasn't posing some sort of threat, at least, he didn't think it was.

After he sat down, the creature laid down flat on its back, looking up towards the bright, blue sky far above it. It was only a sliver of light from all the way down here, but another tear dropped from his eye as he laid down flat on the ground, his hands out to the side.

However, these tears weren't from sadness as before, instead, the Magma Dweller had a smile on its face. Lyrian was taken aback, confused with the situation. He didn't really know what to do at this point. 

Then, the dweller suddenly reached towards the sky before stabbing its hand inside of its chest out of nowhere, causing Lyrian's eyes to squint in concern.

Finally, it took out a still-pulsating heart, looking to be forged by magma and black stone, as it handed it over to Lyrian, before finally closing its eyes, a smile still resting on its face.

The heart was extremely hot, so Lyrian couldn't hold it for long. But as the life of the Magma Dweller slowly escaped it, the heart cooled down as well.

After this, Alten heaved a heavy sigh before walking his ostrich near Lyrian. "That was... intense... and sad." He suddenly looked up and clenched his teeth, tears trying to break through his eyelids.

"The way he looked up at the sky and smiled... it was beautiful. Like a frog trapped in a well with hopes of leaving or something." He exclaimed, trying his best to hold it in.

Leon also rode forward, "I wonder why it smiled though..."

Lyrian stood up, "A long history, Leon. One that we probably will never know. Who knows how many struggles this intelligent being went through for that ending right there. But... it gave me its heart." Lyrian was confused at this. "I wonder what It wants me to do with it."

Leon smiled, "History huh... I suppose it continues on naturally. You don't know to do anything specific with it, you just do what you want, that eventually, you will become a part of this things history." He looked down at the dead beast.

"Huh," Lyrian thought, hovering over its body.

"Want to get its core?" Alten asked Lyrian, as it felt like that was the right thing to do at this moment.

"No." 

Alten understood, "That's fine. It gave you its heart and all... we shouldn't disresp--" He was suddenly cut off.

"Im going to get that core of light no matter what, so there isn't any need to get any more cores."

Alten didn't say anything else after that. Lyrian, however, was thinking of another thing.

'I do have enough storage for it, two extra, in fact. However... If one of them is this strong, then surely..." A slight grin appeared on his face, 'There are stronger.'

***

The group moved on, as the spy closed in on the body of the two Magma Dwellers, 'So these are the Magma Dwellers huh?' He thought to himself, seeing a hole in the chest of the creature.

'They took its core already then?' He questioned, leaning over to look inside the hole as he saw a sparkling object.

'Oh? Did that forget? What morons!' He laughed inwardly as he swiftly retrieved the core from the beast's body.