Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 365 Otinka Village

"What? But aren't you guys all Platinum ranked?" Lyrian said, slightly taken aback.

"Haha... yeah, but quests don't work that way, man. For a Platinum-ranked quest, there need to be 10 Platinum-ranked adventurers, but maybe 5 depending on how skilled they are. We are quite skilled, but our full squad isn't here, so there are only 3 of us. Even with you, I doubt we would reach the strength of 10 or so Platinum Ranked adventurers."

Before moving on, Lyrian was slightly intrigued to hear that Rothis' group had more members, "Oh, your full squad isn't here?" He asked.

lightsnοvεl "No, 2 of our members have gone for an exploring mission that's currently being hidden from the public. Although... we have a clue as to what it's for."

Lyrian didn't speak, encouraging Rothis to continue.

"Haha... well, I probably shouldn't say this, but everyone knows of what's been happening around these parts lately. The disappearances and small attacks. It's obvious that this 'hidden quest' is really just to investigate that."

"I see..." Lyrian murmured, rolling the quest paper up.

Solvir was slightly surprised to see this, "Wait... don't tell me, you are actually choosing that quest?"

Rothis added, following behind Lyrian who was already walking to the booths, "Hey... I don't want to underplay your power, but surely, you don't expect us 4 to actually complete this quest, right? Hell, it's not even your run-of-the-mill Platinum quest, it's with Orcs... an unspecified amount of them too. They are like the grandfathers of Hobgoblins... we can't possibly take on an entire clan by ourselves!"

As Rothis continued to yap, Lyrian walked over and submitted the quest to one of the workers behind the table.

Seeing Lyrian, and also Rothis and his crew behind the boy, the worker quickly gave a small token to Lyrian.

"This is your quest token. It requires one chip from us once you pass it for you to be able to cash in your reward." The young man behind the counter politely said, as Lyrian turned around and began to exit the building.

"Lord Lyrian... hey, lord Lyrian!" Rothis exclaimed as he and his group hurried to follow behind him.

A few minutes later, the three sat in a carriage, riding slowly to the outskirts village of Otinka.

Rothis, who was sitting opposite Lyrian, hesitantly exclaimed, "Oh god... what did I do to deserve a death like this." He cried.

Lyrian glanced at Solvir, who didn't say anything, simply looking forward with a determined expression while gritting his teeth.

Lyrian then switched his gaze to Cylline, whose face wasn't any less serious.

"Che." He scoffed slightly. Clearly, these adventurers were genuinely worried about what was going to happen.

'They probably feel like they are being forced to march to their demises right now, and can't do anything to retaliate.' He mused, smirking to himself.

"Even if it were me alone," Lyrian said abruptly, as everyone looked at him, including the carriage driver.

"I could do this mission with ease. So don't worry so much and lighten up."

The carriage driver laughed at this, re-engaging himself in driving.

No one said anything after this for a short while, but the mood seemed to be lifted a bit.

'It sounds overconfident... but for some reason, it instills some bravery in me as well.' Rothis mused and looked at Lyrian's stoic expression.

'Nothing... he doesn't feel any pressure whatsoever. No worry, stress, anxiety... it's like he's a god... or robot.' He joked.

Before long, the four arrived at their destination. The carriage driver stopped, chewing his fern stem as he opened the back doors of the cart.

"You're all set. And uh... good luck on the fight with the Orcs, MVP. Hopefully, your grand tale doesn't end here." He laughed, "Khe!"

As Lyrian exited with the rest of them, he retorted, "Old man, If I lose to some orcs, I'll pass down my life's fortune to you." He too smirked, as the carriage driver ceased to do so.

"Yeah yeah... whatever." He said, shaking his and continuing to chew his fern.

Lyrian led the other three into the Otinka village, which was a fair-sized old town with a wooden wall surrounding it.

Lyrian looked around and saw that even though the entrance of the village was in the biome of the giant, far-spaced trees, it also connected to a forest on the other side.

The forest cut off the larger trees. Lyrian could see a large mountain in the distance within that forest, so he knew that it wasn't just some small splotch of land.

They entered through the wooden gates, while villager guards looked down on them from the wall tops.

Lyrian flashed the quest token to them, as they swiftly nodded and accepted the adventurers in.

The four walked through the seemingly empty village for a few minutes, not seeing a single breath of life.

It truly seemed like a ghost town apart from those first guards, and there were also a few houses that were torn down for some reason.

Finally, as they reached the center of the village, they began to hear some chatter.

Soon enough, they came across a massive crowd of villagers huddled up near in town square.

An old man speaking to the villagers looked up as he saw Lyrian and the others.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked through the crowd and neared Lyrian.

As the crowd looked at him, he stood in front of Lyrian and took the boy's right hand, clasping it with both of his.

The old man's hands were wrinkly, but as smooth as you could imagine.

"Adventurers... have you accepted our quest?" He spoke in a deteriorating voice, eyes seemingly closed even though they were open.

"We have been waiting very long for this day." The elder exclaimed.

"Well yeah,

 you put quite the low price on such a big mission. No wonder no one accepted it." Rothis spoke at that moment.

"Whenever there is such mystery involved in a mission, the price must align to fit it," Solvir said solemnly.

"My apologies, gentlemen. That was all the people of this poor village could scrap together."

Hearing this, Lyrian quickly replied, "Alright, so talk to us then. What do you want us to do, tell us in detail."

"R-right! Let's head to the village chief's quarters. We will talk there. Right this way..."