Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 298 Revenge

*Growl*

Garmr charged forward swiftly. Draco didn't hesitate, running toward the wolf as well.

With his average-sized blade in his hand, matching his BF outfit, the boy leaped forward and drove his sword at the creature.

Garmr stepped to the side at surprising speed, catching Draco off guard. He lunged forward, chomping at the boy's side.

Just as his jaw clamped down, Draco brought his sword to his side to protect himself.

Garmr's jaw halted for a moment, not fully closing as Draco struggled against the force of his maw.

However, Draco quickly realized that his effort was for naught. He felt the bones in his hands begin to compress into themselves.

'This is bad... my hand's going to snap!' Draco mused, kicking the Direwolf's snout to detach himself.

As he stumbled back and fast Garmr, Lyrian had a slightly confused thought.

'Hesitation?' He said to himself, looking at Garmr. At that moment, Garmr looked back at him, as they shared thoughts.

Garmr looked to have a blur in his eyes, one of indecisiveness. At that moment, Lyrian furrowed his brows and crossed his hands.

"I said tear through him." He said in a low tone, but Garmr was still able to hear his quiet voice.

The reason why Lyrian thought Garmr was hesitating was that the wolf had Draco in the perfect position to rip his arm right off by shaking his head.

However, Garmr refrained from doing that, which Lyrian found odd. Still, he was going to be stern with the creature.

'I won't allow any weakness in my soldiers.' Lyrian mused coldly. He cared about Garmr, and for both his and the wolf's sake, an unshakable mind was what he needed on the team.

After this, Garmr shrugged off the sadness of disappointing his master, as his eyes lost their blur and became crystal clear.

His gaze was locked onto his opponent with a primal stare now, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

Ever so calm, and steady, yet... ever so powerful and lethal. Draco stood still during this time, as did Garmr.

Before suddenly, Draco made the slightest movement to advance. Noticing this, Garmr didn't hesitate for even a second and countered what the boy was going to do.

Draco made a slight movement to the left, and Garmr chomped his jaw hard down in that direction.

However, Draco didn't commit, so his life was spared. Then, he went to the right, and Garmr did the same.

Still, the boy did not commit, instead opting to jump back a few times.

He was sweating from his forehead, looking at the beast in front of him and almost laughing in surprise.

"It's... strong." He chuckled.

'Garmr should have learned his movements by now. There won't be another feint that will trick him.' Lyrian inwardly said as Garmr moved forward for the kill.

Draco ran to the right slightly, but the wolf stayed locked forward. Then another direction, and another, but Garmr wasn't budging even an inch.

As soon as he got close enough, Draco tried to anticipate and bait the wolf again, but just as he moved to the left, Garmr chomped down in front of him.

Draco hadn't committed to the sidestep that time either, so he was faced with a pair of giant jaws falling down on him.

"Damn, wolf! You wanna eat something!? Eat this!" Draco put his sword on top of Garmr's mouth, pointing it up to the roof of his maw.

Garmr's eyes opened as his jaw continued to close on the boy, slightly surprised and caught off guard.

'Stay calm. Use your tongue.' Lyrian guided from afar, as Garmr suddenly maneuvered his tongue out from below the sword's hilt and flicked it across the infinite white room.

Draco stood speechless, looking forward into the gaping hole in front of him as his entire body was crushed in Garmr's jaws.

"Victory! Your rank point has increased by one. New rank point: 226, Gold rank."

'Good.' Garmr dissolved back into Lyrian's shadow.

***

The duo behind the orb stood motionless.

"First that bird... and now this creature. Just who could he be?"

The guy behind the worker in front of the orb said.

"Who exactly are you guys screaming about over here in the corner?" A random, squeaky, and childish voice called from afar.

The heads of the two jerked up immediately, facing this voice with a strict expression. Their eyes, however, were riddled with worry and shock.

***

'I'll spend the rest of today playing BF, but from tomorrow, most of my free time will be spent cultivating and hunting. Increasing my rank and getting training is great, but I can't beat these opponents by learning to best them in one-on-one fights when I simply can't beat them in the first place. I would need multiple attempts, and I don't get those. I need more raw power first. After that, I will need to focus on learning a sword art...'

Hours passed, as Lyrian made his way up to 250 in rank by the end of the day.

"Victory! Your rank point has increased by one."

"Congratulations! You have reached 25 points! You have broken through into the Platinum Rank!"

***

Lyrian awoke the next day and attended his classes as usual. Since it was already the second week of school, things started to slow down.

Subjects came at a slower pace, and learning became more and more dull.

At lunch, Lyrian noted that Draco didn't talk with his friends while walking back to his seat.

Instead, he faced the ground with a confused expression on his face, seemingly trying to work things out.

"Hey! What's wrong with your expression?" One of his friends suddenly called out, as Lyrian looked up at him.

"What? Oh... it's something stupid... don't worry about it."

"Hah! No, now you gotta tell me!" His friend joked.

"Fine... I lost my win streak." Draco grimaced to say.

"Wh-what!? You? Draco? You lost your win streak?"

Draco let out an exasperated sigh, as Lyrian smirked.

'As I thought... it's not as satisfying as beating him myself, or with him knowing who beat him... but it ain't bad.'