Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 225 Spiritual Will

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A small buzz went off on Granweid's bracelet. It was an alert from the school system. He quickly looked down at it as a worried expression shadowed his face. His eyebrows furrowed, as a frown quickly covered his lips.

"Lyrian... have you gone too far?" He worriedly spoke, quickly messing with his bracelet before arriving at a message system. Clicking on the voice-talk button, he began to speak into the bracelet.

"Granweid in the Ancient Library, I repeat, Granweid in the Ancient Library."

Only a second after he said this, a voice replied back to him.

"Help Department. What's wrong? Kid entered floor three and passed out again?" A voice nonchalantly said through the bracelet.

"No..." Granweid's tone was mixed with haste in speech, "Floor four... and he's still conscious. I don't think he will stop."

"What!?" The man on the other side of the bracelet call suddenly exclaimed in shock. "I'm sending someone there right away! Control the situation as much as you can!" He said, his voice filled with urgency and even a hint of anxiety.

Granweid looked up, "How are you still conscious... Lyrian. What kind of student has entered this academy..."

*BUZZ*

Granweid's bracelet alerted him again, as his eyes opened wide in shock, and his mouth gaped slightly. The entire library shook slightly as if an earthquake was about to take place. All of the students realized this, slightly taken off guard.

They all looked at each other with concerned faces as they scurried around, trying to get back to their teacher. 

The message on Granweid's bracelet read: 'Lyrian Theageld has entered the fifth level of the Ancient Library. He is conscious.'

***

"ARGH!"

Lyrian's body was forcefully thrown into the ground face first as he entered the fifth level. His tongue, which was out of his mouth, tasted his own blood, as it licked the small puddle of the red stuff on the ground which had come from his mouth.

It felt like all the spiritual forces of the other levels hit him at once like a semi-truck ramming into him, an overwhelming sense of power. His chest barely expanded from his breaths. He could feel his heart in his neck, beating so loud that it almost sounded like a motorcycle engine in his head.

Speaking of which, his head was in excruciating pain. At that moment, Lyrian's vision began to blur, and then darken at the sides.

'Oh no... I'm... passing out!' He suddenly realized as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Thoughts ran through his mind at a million miles per second as his eyes darted everywhere they could. He was thinking of what to do.

If he passed out here from the pressure, it would all be over. Then, he felt an even scarier feeling. He felt his meridians begin to have a burning sensation as if they were being destroyed at that very moment.

'This... Granweid said that the destruction of the core constitution began with the meridians.' He said to himself as he imagined the worst. As he was worrying about that, he realized his vision had nearly completely darkened out.

His expression was desperate, as his breaths went smaller and smaller. With the pressure forcing him to intake small breaths, little oxygen traveled to his brain, and this was the reason he was blacking out.

'I won't go out like this!' He suddenly yelled in his mind, forming his lips into a circle as he sucked in deeply, his eyes widened as big as two planets as he intensely inhaled.

His lungs were forced to intake all of the air, and he used all of his strength to breathe in. At that moment, the darkness cleared up, since oxygen had once again returned to his head.

Panting heavily, he thought of what to do next. 'I know I said strength doesn't help so much more spiritual energy... but It will still help a little, and that's a lot right now.' He thought to himself as he Enhanced his entire body in a split second.

Gritting his teeth hard enough to nearly crack them, he forced his body to move. 

"St--and."

He said out loud, as he pushed his palm into the ground and lifted up his torso.

"Stand."

His gaze was intense and ferocious, as his body, which vibrantly gleaned green, shook violently whilst moving. He curled his foot forward and placed it down on the ground.

"Stand."

His skin felt as though it was ripped off of his body due to the pressure, yet he wouldn't give out so easily. That weak body of his was not going to stop him after coming to this goddamn far. He finally put his second leg underneath him.

With one final push, he would rise to his feet... "STAND!!" He roared, using all the strength in his mind body, and soul to rise up. The force was so great that he nearly lost balance and fell backward, but in the end, he found his footing and stood tall in the room.

With his entire being crumbling under the pressure, he felt his core begin to burn now, the same sensation as the meridians. Still, he entrusted them to take just a bit more suffering.

'P-Pur--Purgatory Stone.' He managed to say in his head. The giant stone was a brilliant yet disgusting purple, which shined so bright that the entire room was engulfed in its majestic glow.

***

Multiple loud steps could be heard rushing through the hallways, as Granweid turned and saw a couple men dressed in white robes enter the library room.

"He's on the fifth floor!" Granweid spoke hurriedly, as the two stern-looking men swiftly nodded before placing their hands on the Hell Stone and disappearing.

Kids whispered amongst themselves, conspiring as to what was going on. The basic facts seemed simple. Lyrian, one of the three MVPs of the year, had entered the fabled 5th floor...

***

Lyrian made his way through the halls of the shelves, as the pain in his body became exponentially worse. Each breath felt like a million needles stabbing his lungs. Each step felt like he cracked the bones in his legs thousands of times over.

But... he wasn't going to stop. Such a thought was even laughable to him. In fact, it didn't even cross his mind... not even for half a second.

Arriving at the cultivation technique section, he looked up at the shelf for a quick glance, before grabbing the scroll of his choice.

It was the most grand scroll, placed amongst the others, yet guarded by stone. It was the greatest there, he could tell simply from the mana that it exuded.