Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 186 Ding* [Main Goal Has Been Founded]

Chapter 186 Ding* [Main Goal Has Been Founded]

Lyrian dropped down in front of Silvus. He walked forward, nearing the boy whose legs had already given out. Right now, even if Silvus wanted to, he wouldn't be able to get up.

A flurry of emotions swelled up within him. He felt like crying, his entire world crumbling before him as he stared at the damned monster in front of him.

Throughout his entire life, he had never come so close to wanting to end it all. He had pondered from birth, and even he knew this, but to have a random kid, a peasant at that whom he had never even seen--come in and destroy everything that he had worked for--it was horrifying and devastating.

Not only what he had worked for, but his life. Right now, Silvus felt as though his life was over. And when questioning how, or why, the answer always led back to Lyrian.

"Damn it! Why did you have to show up!? You've ruined everything!"

Silvus suddenly broke out into tears. He slammed his fist into the ground.

"My life is ruined! It's over because of you! You don't know what I have to go through, the standards my life is held upon! You are a peasant, one who gets to live freely because you have no shackles or restrictions in life! You have no expectations, nothing to meet nor to do!"

Lyrian stopped, furrowing his brows as the words that Silvus spoke aroused interested thoughts within him.

'He thinks... that we have no shackles because we have no restrictions?'

The thought intrigued him since his entire goal from the start was to become free from such restrictions.

"Each second of my life is not only judged but also evaluated. Anything I do that is below the best deserves the worst of punishments, and now, you have made me perform the worst! I, the prince of Yaltas, was eliminated in the entrance exams!? Gah! Damn it all!"

His screaming cries echoed through the room.

'To think... our life experiences are so different, that he thinks he is the one that is shackled. Perhaps... he is. Yes... he is. Of course, he is. His words make total sense, of course, except for the fact he thinks that peasants are not also shackled. That talk is simply from ignorance. But the rest... the rest of what he says is true.'

Lyrian pondered to himself.

"Why!? Why do you have to have to core?! You have no real reason for it! If you lose the core, you still pass, and the only punishment you bear is losing some extra prizes! But even if I pass without the core, I will be punished to hell! It is not passing without the biggest prize, but rather, shaming my entire country, and my family. The other kingdoms will look down on ours, and all the blame will be put solely on me!"

Silvus fell back onto his back, lying there as he continued to cry silently. Lyrian simply stared at him for a moment. Although it was for odd reasons, Silvus' words had struck a cord within him.

It wasn't like Lyrian was hearing him out, but rather, he felt as though he had come to have an epiphany.

'The shackles and restrictions of life... are they not surpassed and destroyed by fame, wealth, and glory? That is the case with Silvus, the prince of this kingdom.'

Lyrian pondered this thought for a while longer. It felt as though he was at the tipping point of something big.

'No... that can't be it. Why have I won, and why has he lost, despite his fame, wealth, and glory. It's obvious... power. Although he has those three things, all of them put together did not surpass my power. He wasn't powerful enough.'

Lyrian began making sense of his thoughts.

'To be free, one must be the most powerful.'

He already knew this before having his moment of realization. However, what he now knew was something that he hadn't fully considered yet.

'To be free, I must have not fame, nor wealth, nor glory... but the greatest fame, the greatest wealth, and the greatest glory, along with the greatest power. That alone will free me from restrictions.'

Finally, he pieced his thoughts together to form one resolution.

'Before, I wanted to achieve freedom, but I didn't know how to go about it, or what exactly it took. But now, I think I understand. Fitting the description of the most famous across the globe, the most wealthy amongst the empires, the most glorious under the sun, and the most powerful standing above all... To be free, I must become the ruler of the world.'

*Ding* [Main goal has been founded]

[Main goal (Dream): Ruler Of The World]

[Sub goal: Becoming Stronger]

Out of nowhere, a slow grin creeped onto Lyrian's face.

"That was insightful..."

Lyrian spoke, as Silvus stopped crying and looked up at him. Silvus was slightly confused.

"Insightful? All of what I said to you was... insightful?"

He said, at a loss for words.

At that moment, Lyrian gripped the hilt of his sword.

"I'm sure no matter what, they won't kill you off. You probably will grow stronger due to their punishments, actually. Come get revenge when you do."

And with that, Lyrian sliced his head off--almost, that is, as he was eliminated just beforehand. Lyrian looked over to Glis, only to see that she had already left.

He was now left in a wide room with the silence of his thoughts. The feeling inside of him was triumphant, one that was determined and willed. All of his mind, soul, and body, were now aligned to his one and only main goal. His dream... To become the king of the world.

***

Lyrian soon arrived back at the top of the tower, where only his comrades were left. He smiled as he saw them, his mood heightened by his refreshed body and mind.

Seeing Leon in his injured state, Lyrian tossed over a good healing potion, which Leon drank while being supported by Alten to stand up. In mere moments, his broken rib fixed itself.

Lyrain also gave mana and regeneration elixirs to both Alten and Rylan, before looking up at the waning sun in the sky.

"Let's get back before nightfall."

As the other prepared to leave, Lyrian walked over to the Pheons corpse. He looked at the body, taking in a deep breath. All that he had worked for... was now right in front of him.

He slowly raised his hand over its body, before saying in his head 'Reap.'