Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



"I don't have a clue of such a thing," Hanol replied with slight hesitation.

"I see..." Lyrian curiously retorted, squinting his eyes as he tried to see if Hanol seemed to be lying or not.

'Why would he hesitate? Seems off...' Lyrian mused, 'I wouldn't count normal hesitation to be suspicious. That's a normal response. But, he didn't hesitate at all like this when speaking about the Black Petal Sect, yet instead does so for Dark Ore?'

At that moment of awkward silence, loud thuds, and bangs sounded from downstairs.

A series of loud stomps climbed up the stairs, only getting louder as it seemed to encroach the room Lyrian was in.

At that moment, the drapes to the room flew open as Ounis stormed inside, raging with anger.

"I'll teach you a damn lesson for messing with me, Lyrian Theageld!" He yelled, not seeing his brother on the floor beside him.

His anger blinded him as Hanol stood up and tried to stop him, flailing his hands in the air, "Ounis! It's great to see you, old friend! Please, do not do anything out of order! This is not the ordinary person you are talking to!"

He tried to reason, but Ounis was clearly far gone from reasoning at that point.

He stormed straight up to Lyrian and unsheathed a sword at his waist, "I will kill you right here!"

'Clearly, he hasn't ever had to face the consequences of his actions. To be so brazen like this...' Lyrian mused, Ounis actually angering him a bit since he interfered with his mission.

Lyrian stood up to deal with the bully, but his eyes soon widened as he realized something weird.

"That sword... where did you get it?" He said, seeing that it radiated with the same dark energy that Dare Ore had around it.

Lyrian looked at the sword, and then up at Ounis with furrowed brows.

"What!? Just shut up and die!" Ounis exclaimed, rushing forward with his blade.

At that moment, Lyrian stepped forward and quickly disarmed Ounis.

He then kicked the back of the fatty's knee, causing him to fall to both knees as Lyrian held Ounis' hand against his own neck to subdue him.

Realizing what just happened, Ounis tried to move out of this position but failed to do so no matter how much he squirmed.

"Where did you get it? I won't ask again." Lyrian said with a cold tone, pulling Ounis's arm to tighten the grip around the young man's neck.

Ounis' eyes quickly went from rage to having an underlying feeling of fear.

As he began to turn red and choke, he quickly blurted out, "Okay stop, stop! Please, I'm going to die!"

"It's funny you think that I care about that after you tried to kill me just now. But fine, I will let you live if you tell me where you got this sword."

'His family... are they a part of the Black Petal Sect? His bloodline? How far does this corruption go? His answer will determine it.'

"I got it from a local shop! A shop!" Ounis cried in desperation.

Lyrian didn't know whether the fatso was lying or not, but just to be safe he tightened the grip even more, "Impossible! They wouldn't sell this in normal shops! Don't lie to me again or you won't live to tell another one."

As Lyrian followed Ounis out of the establishment he thought to himself, 'That Hanol guy seems too suspicious to sneak under my radar. I don't really plan on hunting him down or finding his family if he runs... I couldn't care less about that as of now. I just want to make sure he doesn't run.' 

He saw the state that Ounis had left the lower lobby. It was in a complete mess, with security guards lying flat on the ground.

His three friends were nowhere to be seen, but that was a good thing, as Lyrian didn't want them tagging along.

"Lord Lyrian!" A womanly voice suddenly called out to him, "Thank you for what you're doing..."

The woman behind the front desk from before smiled as she spoke to Lyrian.

She then said in a more seducing voice, "And please come again whenever you feel like it."

Lyrian looked at her as she said this with a nonchalant expression, saying, "Shut up." Before turning around and exiting.

The smile on the woman immediately turned into a frown as he said this, and those in the room started laughing.

"Humph! Whatever!"

...

Ounis walked back to his carriage, but Lyrian stopped him from entering.

"The carriage will be too slow, we will go by foot." He stated as Ounis tried to quickly retort.

"But... I don't like running!"

Lyrian didn't say anything, simply looking at him with a stern expression.

"Y-you're right... I'm sorry." Ounis retorted.

At that moment, the carriage driver also heard what Lyrian said and yelled, "Hey! What about me? I need this job, you can't just take my client away from me!" With anger, he spoke.

Lyrian walked over to the driver, "You really want this man to be your client?" 

At that moment, the carriage driver leaned into his ear, "Of course not... he treats me as though I am his slave. Yet, my family needs to eat, Lord Lyrian. He pays more than other clients, you see."

Lyrian took a step back, "Have this and leave." He gave him a single gold coin, which immediately lit up the man's eyes.

"Your job for the day is done." As Lyrian said this, the man excitedly followed his orders and whipped his horses to leave.

With this, Lyrian looked at Ounis.

"I have to run... what a horrible day," Ounis said to himself.

"When did I say you have to run? You just have to tell me where it is."

Ounis face donned a smile, "Oh, really!? That's great then! Firstly, let's head back to Hogolsworth's inner sanctum!"

"Perfect," Lyrian said, suddenly grabbing the fatty by one foot, causing him to fall to his back.

"Huh?" Ounis confusedly exclaimed as this happened.

Out of nowhere, Lyrian began to run at very quick speeds, dragging the young man along with him.

As he thudded against the hard floor, Ounis screamed in agony, "Wait! No! Please stop! I'll run! I'll run, damn it!"

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