Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 190 Anticlimactic Celebration...

Chapter 190 Anticlimactic Celebration...

[Due to its unique ability that allows it to change in age, the Generational Hobgoblin will acclimate to the stats of his elder stage much quicker than other creatures]

'Ah... I see. But is the elder still not a child, despite its large size? Since everything I create starts off as a baby that grows up?'

[In terms of the mind, yes, any creation of yours will be born as a child. The elder stage of Zuuc will continue to grow in both age and strength according to your stats]

[However, all creations made from the Creation System exist differently from the creatures of the material world]

'How so?'

[Beings created by Creature-link can, for the most part, never die. They are boosted in all stats. Along with growing up 20x faster than normal creatures, they also never grow past their prime age]

'What!? So you're telling me that Garmr is in his prime right now? He has lived for over a year, so that's 365 days. Times that by 20... that's thousands of days.'

[Age-wise, Garmr has reached his current peak'

'Hmm...'

[However... two factors will continue to elicit Garmr's growth. One of the factors is you. As you grow stronger, your soul-bonded partner will as well.]

'Yea... I already know that part. What's the second? I didn't know there was one.'

[The second factor is... cultivation. As you have seen in the exam, beasts can also naturally cultivate. All beings alive can, as it is simply manipulating the lifeforce of the universe to their will]

[As of now, I do not know how a beast cultivates in this world]

[Cultivation allows one to live for longer, but not just that. It also makes one grow stronger with age. This means that if Garmr's cultivation is increased, his prime age will also increase, allowing him to become increasingly stronger the more his cultivation increases]

Lyrian took in a deep breath.

'That's amazing! But, how do you not know how a beast cultivates, Gear?'

[I do not even know what a beast's cultivation stages are]

'Huh!? Then what about the cultivation you showed me when I Scanned different beasts?'

Lyrian was baffled at what he was hearing.

[Those are estimations. Observing the beast's power level, and using the human cultivation stages to give you a correct level of power. However, it could also be the case that beasts follow the same cultivation stages as humans. The answer to that, I do not know]

'Weird. It's a weird power I have. I wish you could tell me your origin, but you still won't allow it, right?'

[Indeed]

'Tsk... whatever. I'll figure it out soon, or at least, someday in the future. For now, I'm going to sleep.'

Lyrian said to Gear, who didn't reply back. Lyrian, no matter what situation he was in, could find sleep quite easily. This trait of his continued manifesting itself in this case as well, as he fell into a deep slumber within minutes.

***

The next morning arose, and as magic horns seemingly sounded from the heavens, Lyrian was suddenly jerked awake. He got up from his bed, before quickly putting on some clothes he found in the closet.

He wasn't big on fashion, but at the very least, he wanted to wear something comfortable.

He put on a dark green tunic that went down to just above his knees, with brown trousers underneath. A leather belt went around his waist, along with another belt for holding his sheathed sword and a pouch for some essentials, such as elixirs, gold, etc.

On his feet, he wore a pair of boots that came up to the top of his calves. They were made from a soft microfiber, had a rubber sole, and also had warp around front laces on the side of the boot for closure.

After stepping outside, Lyrian saw that Leon was casually sitting down in the living room, carving a piece of wood with his sword. He looked up at Lyrian and stood up.

"Beauty queen... how long do you take to put on your clothes."

Leon joked, putting his sword back into his sheath. Lyrian chuckled slightly, before suddenly raising an eyebrow.

"Wait a second... how did you talk while your sword was unsheathed? Your eyes should have been glowing, no?"

He said, confused. Lyrian hadn't ever seen this before.

"There's a difference between unsheathing your sword and taking it out of your sheath. Unsheathing your sword is directly pulling it out, ready to take a life or draw blood."

Leon continued, as Lyrian listened without interrupting.

"The only other way I can put my sword inside and out of my sheath is by unbuttoning and buttoning it. Otherwise... I am forced to lose control of my body... for the most part that is."

Lyrian smirked, amused by what Leon said.

"Wow... I've never heard of a sheath-like that before. I guess you had it specially made for your circumstance. What's with that power anyway..."

Leon looked at him for a second, pausing, as another round of horns blasted in both of their ears.

"We better get going."

Leon said, turning around and opening the door of the camp. Lyrian shrugged off the question, thinking to himself, 'I can just find out later...', as he followed Leon out into the street.

Soon, they arrived at the center of the large dome. It was far different from last time. One thing was the same, no people were sitting in the side seats. However, apart from that, the small number of examinees pouring into the seats was odd to see.

It felt like the entire area had been deserted. Finally, the curtains opened up as everyone got settled into their seats. Instead of Julius, it was another face that showed itself on the other side of those velvet curtains. An older, more grouchy-looking one.

"Congratulations, you have passed."

The old man who wore a purple robe said with little enthusiasm, fixing his glasses.

"I know you were expecting a grand ceremony, but you will have to wait until you are transported to the academy for that."

As he said this, a few eager gasps and other excited sounds made their way through the small group of kids.

"That's the ship right there. Goodbye."

The old man pointed to the only wooden ship still present in the area, as the curtains began to close.