Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 339 A Defiant, Yet Interesting Figure

The crowd of students was left stunned. 

Jaws dropped to the floor, and hairs erected.

Stronger students were both impressed as they were surprised.

Examiners found Lyrian's statement to be both blasphemous, but also incredible.

Julius laughed wholeheartedly as Lyrian finished his battle.

"Hahaha! What an amusing young lad! I can't wait to witness him once he grows of age."

Granweid and Rerth couldn't help but smile, and Jalls had a troubled expression on his face.

With that, Edward, who sat next to Julius, nearly fainted. 

His body went limp with disbelief.

"Wow, are you that surprised with what he said?" Julius questioned in slight confusion, as Edward fell onto his shoulder.

Almost breaking out into tears, Edward replied, "Not just that... the amount of paperwork and notes sent in by noble families due to his actions that I will have to go through now will haunt me for the rest of my life!" He cried in agony.

Julius couldn't help but laugh at this.

'It's true... there will be plenty of nobles who will have Lyrian on their foe list after such words. If he wasn't an MVP of Anaviotis, there's no doubt in my mind that he would be captured and punished immediately as soon as he stepped out into the real world.'

Julius paused, taking in a breath.

'In fact, I don't think that is fully off the table now either. Still, I'm sure Lyrian will be able to deal with it. I just hope this was planned.'

As Julius spoke about these nobles, in real life, he wasn't wrong about their reaction.

This exam was big. Many high noble families also watched curiously to see the potential stars, magus, and high-ranking officials of the future.

"That peasant! He dares disrespect the history of nobility like this! Why aren't they expelling him from the exam for being so inappropriate!"

A noble in his mid-fifties yelled from his seat, his face red from anger.

He grabbed onto the hand-hold of his seat as he gripped it tightly.

"I'd kill that bastard right now if I had the chance!"

He exclaimed, as his mistress quickly grabbed his arm to try and calm him.

"Lord! Please do not let your emotions take over! Find some calm." She worriedly exclaimed.

However, the noble aggressively swatted his hand, throwing the young lady onto the ground.

"Get off of me, whore! This is not the time or place for you!"

He looked over to another servant in the room with him, "Get her out of here,"

He paused, as the guard quickly rushed over and detained the young woman.

"And have her executed!" The noble finished, as the guard quickly retorted.

"Yes sir!" The guard forcibly grabbed the young lady and took her out of the room.

"No lord! Please forgive me!" The mistress screamed for mercy, "Lord! Lor--" She was suddenly punched across the face by the guard, knocking her unconscious.

"Don't make it worse for yourself, whore. You are getting only death, not torture."

He continued dragging her out as he mused to himself, 'What that brat said was right. These bastards shouldn't have authority over others. They take the lives of others on a whim, just because of their inability to control their anger...' 

He suddenly gritted his teeth, as his brows furrowed, "I hope that kid becomes something who gives these fucks what they all deserve." He grumbled under his breath.

Other nobles across the three kingdoms had similar reactions. Although some were more mellow, most hated Lyrian's guts.

Still, the boy was protected by none other than Anaviotis. 

It was more than just a prodigious academy. A powerhouse of politics and magic; Anaviotis held the power of a small kingdom.

To take it down, two of the kingdoms would undoubtedly have to team up. 

That was not even a debate. So, for a noble to try and go against them, no matter how high their rank, was simply foolish.

"Even though I can't... oh how I wish I could tear that son of a bitch's head off!"

A middle-aged noble with spiky red hair suddenly exclaimed, clenching his fist.

Beside him was a kid who appeared to be his son, who also had spiky red hair.

'Lyrian... you actually made it far.' Cedric mused to himself as he stared at the orb in front of him.

'Maybe things would have turned out differently... if I didn't go against you when fighting for the Pheon's golden core.'

He thought about that split-second decision that he made, and couldn't help but regret it.

He looked at his father and mused, 'I was just like him before... but now, I could care less about nobility. It takes more than that to be a good person. To be a strong person. Lyrian showed me that. I want to thank him one day.'

In the same village, another noble stared at the orb within his grand and luxurious living room.

He sat with a calm and collected demeanor, not letting his emotions get the best of him.

Nonetheless, his face rested on one of his palms. He seemed unimpressed.

As he clenched his jaw, Braakan mused, 'Tsk tsk tsk... it seems he hasn't changed a bit...'

He paused for a moment and felt an odd feeling creep within him.

...

'Have... I made a mistake?'

Not far off, in the same village as well, two more people stared at an orb within their humble living area.

With eager expressions, and teary eyes, a wife and a husband looked at their most endeared child.

Rosa tried to contain her tears of joy upon seeing her child excel like this in a place where she prayed every day wouldn't kill him.

Grasus also couldn't help but have moist eyes as he comforted his wife.

"Lyrian... I wish I could tell you how proud I am of you right now." He laughed at the same time as he cried.

"Pahaha! The brats grown to be strong it seems!"

Another person lay behind the two, on an extended bed.

This person looked old and sickly but had a smile on his face.

"Tell 'em, kid. Tell 'em." He smiled proudly, before breaking out into a loud cough.

'He's an interesting brat. I don't know where he learned to be so moving with his words, but he will grow up to be a leading figure. I can feel it in my old and rotting bones.'

Bralars mused to himself as he coughed, not able to keep his eyes away from the orb.