Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

On the brink of the next morning, the 15th day of the exam which marked the halfway point, the three woke up early from their sleep, even before the sun had shown itself. It was pitch black outside, but they wanted to make sure their plan succeeded.

With haste, they made their way to the base camp of the other boys that had ransacked them yesterday and began waiting. They chowed down on his meat jerky as they waited, and before they knew it, the tent's below them started to rustle.

'They wake up early too huh? Too bad, we decided to wake up much earlier.' Lyrian laughed in his mind.

Out of the three tents, the first to come out was a boy wearing a leather vest with feathers on it. As he got prepared, he adorned himself with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.

The second one wore a green robe, with long brown hair, and wielded a staff of magic. He also wore glasses and looked to be the brains of the group.

Finally, the last one that came out had spiky black hair, wore mostly leather armor except for a red chest piece made of some sort of metal, and sheathed a sword on his waist.

Lyrian and the others noted their appearance as they waited to go in. After drinking some boiled water, the three in the base spoke about their plan's for a few minutes before leaving.

"Sisin, do you think the ones we ransacked yesterday near the south will show up later today?" The bow-wielding boy said to the boy in the green robe.

Before Sisin, the boy in the robe would reply, the spiky-haired boy suddenly retorted, "Of course, they will! Their base was pathetic and didn't even have any valuables, they are probably just some losers who barely managed to get this far. Watch them come, they will be scared shitless! Ahahah!" He laughed.

The boy who asked the question also laughed, "Aha! You're probably right. What losers, they really didn't have anything!"

"Ceaser," The robed boy said to the spiky-haired boy before turning to the other one with the feathered vest, "Hontas,"

The two replied in unison, "What?"

"Stop being so goddamn foolish! Let's get out of here already!" He abruptly yelled, stomping out of the camp as the other two followed.

"Don't order me around, retard!" Ceaser, the spiky-haired boy made sure to say as they left.

Lyrian and the others looked at each other afterward, making sure they all just witnessed the same thing. Alten couldn't help but laugh slightly, "What are we dealing with here? Children?"

Lyrian also smiled slightly, "Let's just do what we came here to do.".

Not wanting to waste any more time, the three quickly jumped down into the open space where the base camp was.

Firstly, they checked what was inside the tents. Unlike them, the kids had left several food items, and also water, which was always a good thing since it was a slight hassle to get in terms of how long it took.

With that, they also found a small bag, and when opening it, the eyes of all three glew brightly, seeing it be full of beast cores.

"Jackpot!" Alten exclaimed in joy.

"I don't get the logic behind leaving one's valuables behind like this, but I won't complain." Leon also slightly smirked.

They didn't count them all, but without a doubt, there was a mix of all-tiered cores, with even a few tier 4 cores within the bunch. Altogether, it was definitely more than 100 points.

Alten took the bag and threw it over his shoulder, as the three folded up the tents and jacked them as well. They needed new tents, so it was only logical to take from those who took from them.

After this, they kicked the fireplace around just for fun and then waited for the kids to come back. To not waste time, however, they waited in intervals, with 1 person going out to look for cave entrances at a time, and two staying behind just in case.

They switched each hour so that no one got too bored staying around at the ransacked base. After a solid 6 hours, it was currently Lyrian's turn to scout for cave entrances.

Alten had gone north from their direction, Leon had gone east, and so, Lyrian had gone west. After an hour of finding nothing, he was returning back to the base.

Just as he made his way there, however, he saw the three kids walking in that direction as well. "Oh? Are they finally returning? This is perfect timing." He said, quietly following them from behind.

ραndαsnοvεl.cοm As the three made it into their base while chatting away, they all immediately stopped talking on arriving.

Ceaser, the spiky-haired boy, was the first to speak. "You bastards! You're all dead!" He immediately yelled, infuriated.

Sisin, the robed boy did not speak, simply engulfed in shock, however, the boy who wielded a bow, Hontas, yelled out, "Who are you fuckers!? You will regret this!"

The two obviously were speaking to Leon and Alten, who stood in the middle of their ransacked base, as if to tease them. Alten was the first to speak, "So, you losers have finally arrived huh? You don't remember us? How sad, but I don't care. I remember you."

As he spoke, Leon suddenly looked at him with one eyebrow raised. 'Why is he speaking like that?' He thought to himself, hearing Alten speak in a comedically confident manner.

"What did you say!?" Ceasar exclaimed in anger, clenching his fist.

"If I'm correct, you are probably the ones we ransacked yesterday... correct?" Sisin finally spoke.

"What!? How are you so sure?" Hontas replied on hearing this.

Ceaser on the other hand didn't seem to care, "Who give's a fuck who they are! Im going to murder all of them!"

"Murder? Murder my ass! You weaklings picked the wrong fight when you messed with us." Alten said in a nonchalant, flamboyant tone, angering Ceaser even more. "Hey," He called out, gaining the attention of the three.

"Look at this, I didn't know you guys were so successful!" Alten said as he opened up the bag of cores and showed it to the three.

Seeing this, Ceaser turned red, all that was left was steam to come out of his ears. "You! You won't get away with this!!"