Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 381 Dark Ore Sword

Chapter 381 Dark Ore Sword

"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."

His words were enough to make Ounis wince slightly, "F-fine!" He yelled, feeling a cold chill run down his spine.

"The... I got it from the black,"

At that moment, Lyrian's eyes widened, 'The Black Petal Sect... he's directly correlated. If that's the case, I'll kill him after I'm done with him.' He prepared to snap the man's neck into two.

"Market." Ounis finished speaking.

"What?" Lyrian exclaimed, not at all expecting that answer.

"The black market. I got it from there! I didn't want to tell you because it's illegal to shop from there... but hell! Everyone does it, and everyone knows about it anyways, so screw it! I'm not going to die for this shit!" Ounis threw the sword on the floor, as Lyrian let go of his hand.

The sword had a small purple Dark Ore at the bottom of it, which fueled it, it seemed.

'This weapon... if it works, it's far too powerful!' Lyrian mused, walking over to it and grabbing the weapon by the blade.

'Huh?' To his surprise, Lyrian didn't feel any sort of mana-absorbing power coming from the blade.

'Is it not Dark Ore?' He mused, touching the natural-looking stone on the sword.

On touching it, it sucked his mana like normal Dark Ore, so that confirmed that it indeed was Dark Ore and not a fake.

However, it seemed to not affect the sword at all.

'The idiot got scammed.' Lyrian thought to himself, turning to Ounis.

"Fatty..." He said as Ounis panted while looking up at him.

Everyone else in the room with a bit flustered.

"Where exactly did you get this from in the black market? Lead me there." Lyrian spoke, walking over to Ounis before throwing the sword down to him.

"R-right now?" Ounis questioned, looking around as he picked his sword up from the ground.

"When else do you think? Stand up!" Lyrian exclaimed, as Ounis quickly rose to his feet.

He then awkwardly giggled, saying, "Hehe... you know I was just a bit mad from before, by the way. Don't take it so harshly. I'm really a good guy, you know?"

Lyrian looked at Ounis up and down with a raised brow, 'How pathetic... he can't even own up to his actions and instead acts like this.'

"Shut up and start walking." He coldly exclaimed as Ounis did just that.

Before leaving, Lyrian grabbed a piece of warm bread from his plate and turned to Hanol.

"My conversation with you isn't over. I'll be back here to explore more, so be prepared for that."

Hanol nodded at this, as Lyrian added, "And also... don't run away."

"Excuse me?" Hanol questioned, slightly thrown off.

At that moment, Lyrian spoke with a piercing gaze--a hint of bloodlust slithering through into the business owner.

"If I find that you have left this city, I will hunt you down like a dog and kill you. No telling what happens to your family." He said this before walking out, leaving Hanol in a fearful daze.

'H-how!? How could he tell that I was planning on leaving!? Just who is he! No... how did he know that I was a part of it... that business. He is too scary... but I have no other choice now but to stay. A demon!'

Hanol's rear fell to his seat as he leaned back, feeling a seemingly unending shiver throughout his entire body.

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!"