Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith



(UPDATE: ANGER was meant to be the Fourth hair. Sorry for calling him the fifth!)

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Osikae's words were profound, and he knew what he said was right. But still, ripping the hope of life away from a dying man's shaking hands was still heart-wrenching for any human being.

However, Osikae didn't look back. Gritting his teeth, he charged forward with a stoic expression.

Inside the estate property, there were several large buildings. A grand Chinese-style house with several pointed roofs. A smaller complex for guests. A training room, a room for maids and butlers. All of these were evidence that this was the Hyroon family's estate.

However, the blood didn't seem to be coming from any of these places. Instead, it came from another building a bit farther back. The estate met with the face of one of the mountains that the city was in between. The mountainside was carved into, causing a gaping cavern to be seen.

Inside of this cavern, which was over 500 feet in height and 700 in length, was a giant building even bigger than the ones outside. It was a temple, one that looked to be in ruins. Large stone pillars were at the entrance of the cavern, and past those was a temple made of red and white-colored stone.

'The blood!' Lyrian thought to himself as he and the others made their way toward the cavern. 'It... stopped?' He thought to himself, confused. The blood seemed to come to a few drops, before completely disappearing at the edge of the cavern entrance.

"This! It's a temple of Zhurong! The god of fire!" Zyon exclaimed as he saw the red and white temple. "What? Why does that matter right now!?" Rothis screamed back in confusion.

"It's meant to be a safe haven! A place to escape into in times of need. Zhurong is a god of protection; he serves his devotees in their last moments by granting them divine protection within his great temple."

"So what you're saying is... the Hyroon family, if safe, are in there?" Solvir questioned on hearing this. Zyon paused, not sure of his answer, "Yes..." He decided.

Lyrian and the others came to a jog and then began walking toward the temple within the vast cavern. His eyebrows were furrowed, 'Something isn't right here...'

At that moment, he suddenly felt an intense jolt of bloodlust that beckoned from within the temple. Everyone stopped, raising their guard. At that moment, the echo of footsteps began to slowly sound.

Just then, a figure calmly stepped out of the temple's main entrance which was cracked in half.

The figure that stepped out had long, frizzled hair that was deep crimson red. This wasn't due to the blood that this man's body was drenched in, but rather, it seemed to be naturally red. Apart from that, he only wore a pair of large trousers, and his torso was fully exposed.

As he walked out of the temple, his long tongue licked his large scimitar of a blade. He had a smile on his face that resembled an unhinged person's expression, and his eyes were widened.

As he walked, each step caused a burst of bloodlust to expand outwards and hit the adventurers like a wave.

"Did you say... that this temple was a safe haven? A place of protection?" The man drenched in blood said as he walked out of the temple and faced the adventurers and Lyrian.

After a few seconds of silence, Rothis couldn't hold himself back for much longer. "Y-you bastard..." He said in a low tone, facing the ground as he clenched his fist and attempted to control his anger.

"Bastard? My name is not that. I am the Fourth Hair; --" The man was about to say something else, but Rothis quickly interjected. "I DON'T GIVE A DAMN WHO YOU ARE!" He yelled, facing the man with enraged eyes.

"I'll kill you! For the lives you've taken so carelessly... I'll kill you!" Rothis yelled.

Lyrian looked at Rothis, and then back at the man with the scimitar.

After a long bout of silence again, the man squinted his eyes. "Y-you... are angry?" At that moment, his body twitched left and right at the speed of a chicken's agitations.

"What? Of course, I'm angry!" Rothis retorted.

"Haha..." The man laughed in a low tone, before suddenly bursting out with, "YOU DON'T GET TO BE ANGRY IN FRONT OF ME!!"

His voice was imbued with tons of bloodlust, causing Rothis' very limbs to go limp. He fell to his knees instantly, as did Cylline and Zyon. Solvir and Osikae, however, stood up straight. Lyrian also didn't fall, of course.

At that moment, the man drenched in blood and sliced his scimitar in the air. "Fourth Hair: Anger... " The man roared in a ruthless and infuriated tone.

The spiritual energy that he exuded from his being at that moment was disgusting. 'He's... powerful. Way stronger than I am.' Lyrian thought to himself, taken aback.

At that moment, this man, who called himself 'Anger' lunged forward, heading directly toward Lyrian. Anger's speed was so quick that Lyrian couldn't react to it at all. Even if he wanted to control Anger by using his Shadow Jade Pendant, he couldn't unleash his shadow fast enough.

With a series of calculated and powerful steps, Anger appeared in front of Lyrian with an indeed angry expression. That expression was the last thing Lyrian saw before he felt a horribly powerful force suddenly push against his abdomen.

His eyes widened in shock. Anger's fist felt like the magma of a volcano erupting directly through his stomach. He was launched up like a volleyball, slamming against the ceiling of the cavern.

The impact was enough to cause reverberation to ripple through the entire cave. Lyrian's eyes were in shock. As he accidentally gasped in his hair, he choked out blood before falling down to the ground.

It had been a very long time since Lyrian had felt such power. This was nothing like any beast or person he had ever fought before. Anger began walking toward Lyrian, who currently couldn't move at all.

Lyrian looked down at his stomach, which had a badly burned red mark on it. 'If I hadn't channeled all that mana into my abdomen in time to Enhance it, I would have died right there.'

"Do you want to know who I am?" Anger spoke with an infuriated tone, yet he was laughing. "I am the Fourth Hair of the Black Petal Sect. I am Anger."contemporary romance

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