Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 334 Battle Arena

At that moment, Lyrian stood up and looked at the map. Every path was covered in the golden aura, and the circle was complete.

At that moment, the golden aura from the map began traveling through different lines and cracks in the walls.

It protruded out, slowly climbing toward the iron door at the end of the room.

Everyone stared at it as it finally made contact with the door on all sides.

*Click*

Everyone waited in anticipation.

*Woosh!*

The door flew open,

*Bang*

Slamming against the other side of the wall. The force of all four doors on all four sides of the center room sent gusts of wind inside.

This wind went to every other door, allowing each group to feel the other group's presence from their opened door.

Lyrian, being closest to the door, began walking forward into the center room. Just then, Jalern tried to brush past him.

"Get out of the way, peasant. The leader will go first."

He said as he looked back at Lyrian for a split second.

Just then, he felt something in front of his shin that stopped his right foot from moving.

Due to this, he tripped forward and nearly fell face-flat onto the floor.

Before he did, however, the boy managed to catch himself with his hands.

Lyrian smirked as he walked past the high noble, leading his group as they followed him.

Leon, who had tripped Jalern, walked beside him, as everyone else quickly followed suit.

As they made their way into the circular room in the center, he saw three other groups make their way out into the center.

This center room was very large, and it was a flat place with smooth, tiled stone flooring.

However, in the very middle was a slightly elevated circular platform. It was just big enough for a fight, stretching 25 by 25 feet.

Each one of the other three groups was led by a student walking at the front.

Lyrian's was of course led by him.

To his direct right was a group led by Linus, and to his left, was a group led by Drake.

Directly in front of him, however, was a group led by someone unexpected. It was none other than Glis Silandra.

'Huh... she does seem stronger than before.' Lyrian mused, slightly surprised by her sudden appearance.

"Would you look at that! We've all met in the middle!" Drake announced, being the first to step forward.

"I wonder what we have to do in this room!" Godfrey spoke sarcastically, walking next to the platform in the middle.

Most had already surmised what was next after seeing the layout of the room.

It was going to be a fight in the center.

That's what all the information in the room was pointing towards.

Lyrian surveyed the room once more and understood that his assumption from what he saw in his void vision was correct.

'There's no doubt about it. This room is meant for us to fight.' He also stepped forward.

He noticed two thick lines in the ground surrounding the platform.

The lines then stretched forward toward another passageway.

Upon entering the room, everyone saw this passage.

It especially caught their attention because of what they could see inside. Inside, it was a dark room filled with various artifacts.

Talismans, weapons, armor, gems, jewels.

All of various colors and sizes. They dimly lit the dark room, sitting on their own stands.

It was clear to see from the empty doorway.

'In the vision, I had seen this room built the same way.

It was clear that there was going to be a series of fights here.

That is precisely why I chose to let Jalern's words go.'

Lyrian turned his head past his shoulder to look at Jalern. The boy was glaring at him with an Israthel-like rage.

'That fool needs to learn his lesson in front of the whole world.'

Lyrian looked around, knowing there were invisible viewpoints that the outside world was looking at the exam from.

'Now that all the students are gathered in one place, all the cameras are here as well. It's the ideal place for what a spoiled brat like Jalern deserves.'

At that moment, a kid made his way out of Glis' group and walked toward the empty doorway.

"Huh... screw fighting. Didn't Rerth say that this exam isn't about individuals passing or failing? Let's just claim this treasure all for ourselves. You guys aren't seeing outside of the box."

The kid exclaimed, as a few immediately seemed to agree with him.

After all, his words didn't sound completely foolish. In fact, there was some truth there.

At that moment, he looked away from the other groups, faced forward, and took a step.

At that moment, Lyrian furrowed his brows.

'Foolish kid... does he think that this room, the waiting rooms, and the arena in the middle, are all created just for fun? Of course, you wouldn't be able to enter the final room like that with such ease.'

He mused as the kid's foot graced the ground inside of the doorway.

As soon as it made contact with the ground, a series of purple ruins on each stone in the group lit up.

Out of nowhere, the kid was thrown back as if he were a swatted fly. He slammed into the ceiling above the arena, before falling down right in the middle of it.

A few crumbles of stone and dust also fell along with him.

As he lay motionless on the ground, those who agreed with him before stepped deeper into their groups.

The boy's eyes had rolled back into his dead, and he was fizzing a slightly bloody foam from the mouth.

It was clear to see that the force from whatever defensive barrier that assaulted him had damaged his lungs and other internal organs heavily.

A few students felt shivers run up their backs.

At that moment, Lyrian stepped forward and jumped onto the platform.

"Judging by the size of the arena, it's clear that we have to fight one one-on-one, and the person deemed as the winner will get to enter the final room by himself."

These words cut through the crowd, as the attention of the room was instantly drawn to him. Drake couldn't help but smirk on hearing Lyrian.

"So... let's start this battle royale." Lyrian faced all of the students with a confident and excited smile.