Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith - Chapter 380 Round Table

Chapter 380 Round Table

Lyrian looked at the boy with a nonchalant expression, “He was denied access since I’m more important than him according to the lady at the front desk.” Lyrian retorted.

The 8 people sitting inside of the room were impressed by his gutsy attitude, as the young man resembling Ounis Raten gritted his teeth in irritation.

At that moment, Lyrian turned to the older man who said he owned the establishment, “Hey, can you get me some food? The best stuff you got.” Lyrian ordered, seeing good food around the table.

He wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to eat here since it wouldn’t bother him in his work anyways.

The older man seemed a bit surprised at those words as he stammered, “M-me? You’re saying that to me?” He asked with a slightly nervous chuckle.

A few young women and men laughed a bit at his words as Lyrian retorted, “Yeah, you own the place, don’t you? That means you work here. Who else am I supposed to ask?”

The older man paused for a moment, ‘This…’ He inwardly tried to control his anger, but wasn’t able to do so, ‘This uncultured brat! Who does he think he is, stumbling in here ordering me around!?’ A vein poked out from his head as he thought this.

After a pause, he reluctantly grabbed a small bell near his plate and jiggled it, causing a quiet ding to sound.

As soon as he did this, a lady appeared through the drapes leading into the room and quickly walked to him before bowing lightly.

“Please… get this young man some of our finest food.” He said with slightly clenched teeth.

Lyrian smiled as he heard this. Good food was never a reason to frown in his books.

“Now, I’ll tell you why I came here,” Lyrian stated, as one of the young women in the room interjected.

“Well, it’s quite obvious is it not? Hahaha. MVP wants to have some fun–” She was ignored and cut off.

“I am not a degenerate like the rest of you who sleep with dirty whores for fun, so don’t assume that. I’m here on a mission, something that I want to complete as soon as possible, and for that, I need your help.” Lyrian spoke to the older man, as the girl who talked just a moment before turned red in embarrassment–flustered.

No one in her life had ever ignored her like that. ‘T-the gall of this boy!’

At that moment, everyone in the room realized the situation. Lyrian was pretty much insulting them all, and even the owner, who was the owner of this so-called, ‘place for degenerates.’

However, although their anger for the young man brewed inwardly, they were too smart to show it.

Every single one of them had taken an Entrance Exam for Anaviotis, and all of them had failed miserably.

They knew just how difficult it was to get into such an academy… they all knew this, except for one person.

Ounis Raten’s older brother suddenly slammed his fists into the table, abruptly standing up.

“Oi…” He said in a low tone, trying to contain his anger within like a fire trapped in a cage.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” The young man looked up, showing his furious eyes to Lyrian.

‘I seem to stir this type of trouble wherever I go. It’s not ideal…’ Lyrian mused to himself at that moment, not really caring about what the young man across the table from him was talking about.

‘But… as a person whose words are noted and heard again and again by many as a set of values, I shouldn’t act in another way in public situations like these. According to Varant, there are only two ways to walk in this world, and neither are wrong answers.’

Lyrian began fiddling with a fork that was on his table, pissing the young man off even more as he yelled, “Look at me when I speak to you, damn it! I will shatter that ego!”

Lyrian continued to think to himself about what he heard from Ephiras Varant’s book, ‘One should either walk like the king… or, walk like he doesn’t give a damn who the king is.’

“I said look at me, damn it!” The young man screamed. At that moment, Lyrian Enhanced his middle finger and flicked the fork at the young man.

In an instant it stabbed into the young man’s shoulder and propelled him back, slamming him into the wall behind him.

He then crashed on the ground, gasping in shock from the pain.

“Shut the hell up, you fat bastard. You’re starting to piss me off.” As soon as Lyrian said this, a hush fell over the room, as everyone’s mouths shut tight and eyes widened.

The elder brother of Ounis Raten whimpered in fear, panting slightly as he ceased to talk.

At that moment, the lady from before incidentally entered the room and brought over a plate of food to Lyrian’s side of the table.

“Owner, what is your name?” Lyrian said asked the older man, who was still busy looking at the other boy on the ground.

He quickly shook his head and looked at Lyrian, “M-my–it Hanol… Hanol Sheirp. M-may as I ask why?” He submissively inquired.

“Hanol, I’ve heard recently, that there have been many disappearances in the Red Light District. Surely, you know this has been going on as a man of high status around the entirety of Hogolsworth and nearby cities.” This chapter was first shared on the n(0)vel(b)(j)(n)platform.

Hanol nodded as Lyrian continued, “So then… tell me all that you know about that, and also tell me what you know about the Black Petal Sect and–” Before Lyrian could finish, Hanol suddenly interjected.

“Lord Theageld! To say that name out loud so brazenly!” He looked around at the shocked expressions of the other people, “One shouldn’t speak of that so causally… but, of them, I have no true idea more than the random person.”

Lyrian continued, “And also what you know about Dark Ore.”

“D-Dark Ore?” Hanol seemed to stammer, as his eyes widened slightly.

‘This reaction…’ Lyrian mused, ‘It’s not of confusion…’ He thought of Hanol’s reaction to his words to be a bit off.

‘It’s of guilt.’