Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

As Glis disappeared into the testing room, the lobby buzzed with speculation. Whispers and murmurs spread like wildfire, fueled by the gossip-hungry crowd.

The room had transformed into a theater of curiosity, with all eyes fixated on Lyrian. He had inadvertently become a source of intrigue, his interactions with the Silandra girl igniting the imaginations of those present.

Amidst the sea of astonished faces, Lyrian leaned back in his seat, soaking in the attention with a show of nonchalance, but also some excitement.

He couldn't wait to see what awaited him beyond the doors of the testing room, eager to discover his own affinity.

The room held its breath as Glis emerged from the testing room a few minutes later, her expression now composed and confident.

The atmosphere shifted, anticipation radiating from every corner of the lobby. All eyes were fixed on the young girl, awaiting the revelation of her affinity.

The woman behind the podium cleared her throat, her voice carrying a sense of authority. "Glis Silandra," she announced, "Pass."

A collective gasp rippled through the room, followed by a chorus of whispers and excited murmurs.

The mere confirmation of Glis's success sent waves of awe and admiration throughout the crowd.

The Silandra family's reputation for magical prowess was well-known, and Glis had lived up to those expectations by fulfilling these bare minimums.

With her newfound confidence that was fueled by the mesmerized eyes of the people in the room, she walked over to Lyrian once again to say what he failed to say the last time.

As Glis approached, a flicker of worry crossed Lyrian's face, intermingled with a growing annoyance at the girl's persistent attempts to rile him up.

"Creep!" She stood in front and addressed him, pointing her finger in his direction, "What is your name?"

Confusion painted the faces of those around, Lyrian included, as he never expected those words to escape her lips.

He was expecting to be bereded as some sort of pervert, but this odd statement was completely random.

In a steady voice, he replied, "Lyrian Theageld," without a hint of hesitation.

Usually, one would ask for another's name as a sign of mutual respect when greeting one another, but Lyrian purposefully refused to do that.

He didn't just want the girl to not see him as inferior, but to see him as superior. It was a way to give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Fine!" She said as she heard his name, her face seemingly becoming more and more flustered as she stood in front of him.

'This boy, why won't he stop looking into my eyes!' Glis thought to herself, noticing Lyrian's gaze not lower from her own.

Throughout her life, not many had ever dared to keep direct eye contact with her like this, and since she was a kid, it was enough to get her unsettled.

"My name is Glis Silandra, remember it! This won't be the last time you see me!" Glis bellowed in her signature arrogant tone before storming off once more.

Just from his presence, she knew that he was indefinitely going to pass this affinity test and eventually meet her once again in a more prominent field.

Lyrian's face remained unimpressed as Glis departed. "Gah... what an insufferable brat," he muttered under his breath.

A few more minutes passed by, and in that time, 2 of the 3 clowns got their affinities tested, and both of them failed.

"Lyrian Theageld, please enter the testing room." The announcer's voice suddenly sounded, as Lyrian quickly rose from his seat and began walking.

His parents followed behind him, and as he confidently strutted past the clowns, it was clear to see that they were completely embarrassed by his presence, especially after they saw him talking to Glis Silandra so easily.

However, they still stared at him with an angry gaze, spiteful of their own failures.

As he stepped inside of the testing room he noted that it was dimly lit, with a mysterious aura that heightened his senses.

Rows of magical artifacts adorned the shelves, whispering secrets of ancient powers.

A stern-looking examiner greeted him, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

Lyrian couldn't help but feel a surge of determination bubbling within him, wanting to see what affinity he had.

The examiner handed him a slender wand, polished to perfection. It felt cool and smooth in his grasp, tingling with latent energy.

Lyrian's heart pounded in his chest as he prepared himself for the defining moment.

"Focus, young one," the examiner urged, his voice laced with both encouragement and expectation. "Tap into the depths of your being and let the magic flow through this wand. It is laced with a spell that shall release whatever affinities of magical element that you have."

Lyrian closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He felt the power of the wand resonating with his own mana, intertwining like a dance of mingled destinies.

With a surge of resolve, he concentrated a good bit of his mana into the wand before finally releasing it.

In an instant, the room erupted into a dazzling display of lights and elemental energy.

Fire began to swirl around in the air a few feet in front of Lyrian like a miniature inferno, flickering with a mesmerizing blaze.

The examiner's eyes widened as a smile appeared on his face. "Magnificient! Such fire-power... I haven't seen anything like it in ages! It looks like the goddess of the flame has truly chosen you. Your elemental affinity is fir--" Before the man could finish his sentence, something that occurred in the room caused him to shut his mouth in shock.

Suddenly, several small sprouts of azure water began forming around the fire inferno before quickly surrounding it to create a display similar to that of a fire tornado.

But wait, there was more! Several gusts of wind suddenly began to flow around it as well, causing the spell to dance all across the room in a random path.

Everyone in the room had their hair blown back as if they were on a roller coaster, and the examiner was left speechless.

Even more, several pebbles of rock and leaves formed from thin air as well, following the spell as it was performed.

Finally, the spell returned to the center of the room, continuing to accelerate its spinning speed before finally exploding into a brilliant sun of rainbow colors and astounding effects.

By this point, the examiner was on the ground, his legs giving up the ability to stand from his sheer shock.

20 minutes after this, Lyrian and his family walked out of the room just as they had walked in.

As the announcer read the results of the exam on her pedestal, her eyes widened with astonishment, a flicker of admiration crossing her face.

"Lyrian Theageld," she spoke, her voice tinged with awe, "Pass!"