Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 205 Physical Test Drills

'Huh... harsh guy. I can tell why Alten called him a brute,' Lyrian thought to himself as he stretched. He chuckled softly. 'But... I like him. His words make sense to me, and a man should have a strong demeanor. What is the point of not striving to win?'

Minutes later, all 20 students were lined up on the track shoulder to shoulder. Rerth stood to the side, a metal stopwatch in his hand that had a holographic blue screen. Everyone looked at the track ahead of them as they prepared themselves to sprint. Lyrian took a deep breath. He had never tracked his speed before, but he wasn't going to underestimate the qualifications of the exam. This was Anaviotis, after all. It wasn't some low-grade school that had easy requirements to pass. The entrance exam alone already proved that to him.

'I'll be happy if I can win,' he said to himself, deciding to go for that as well.

"Ready yourselves!" Rerth said, his finger on the button of the stopwatch. "Three! Two! One... Go!" He yelled, as everyone kicked themselves off the ground and propelled forward. Lyrian zoned out everyone else, driving strength into his legs as he rapidly jumped from one to the other. He ran so fast that his legs began to burn even before the ten-second mark, using the extent of his physical energy, but he wasn't going to slow down just because of that.

To the others, he looked like a speeding missile that blasted forward and across the track in mere seconds. He sped ahead of all of them as if he was in a league of his own. Within a mere 11 seconds, the kids near the back of the group were shocked to see the crazy boy run past them. Before they knew it, he was halfway across the track again!

With squinted eyes, Rerth tracked the boy, intrigued by what he was seeing. Looking at his stopwatch, he saw that only 17 seconds had passed by. He quickly glanced back up. 'Brats already at the halfway mark...'

Within another 17 seconds, Lyrian blitzed through the track two more times, completing his four laps in just under 36 seconds. The speed of Lyrian stopping was enough to slightly blow on the nonexistent hairs on Rerth's head. He was shocked and looked at Lyrian slowly with a bewildered expression on his face. 'What in the hell? Who is this boy?'

He seemed to be completely perplexed. At that moment, Lyrian began hopping on one foot as he hurriedly blew on the other one. "Ouch! Hot! Hot!" He said the rubber soles on his shoes had melted from the speed of his feet rubbing against the rubber track.

"That's... a new record." Rerth calmly spoke, still slightly unable to process it. Hearing this, Lyrian looked up at him with a smile on his face, slightly panting. "Best of this year's classes so far huh?" He said, proud of his achievement.

Rerth didn't gaze at him, simply staring straight forward. "No... best in the entire history of Anaviotis." He said as another kid ran past the finish line at that exact moment. 1 minute and 10 seconds was his score. The boy lay down on the ground, panting heavily.

He looked at Lyrian and then dropped his head to the ground. "I wasn't first!? Damn it! I was training for that!" Lyrian was shocked by what the teacher said. "Entire history of Anaviotis!?" He exclaimed in shock. His eyes darted from side to side, thinking of what to say. "That's great!" He began to nod to himself. It was a decent accomplishment in his books.

With this, Rerth broke out into a hearty laugh. "Hahaha! That's great you say? What a reaction, it wasn't what I was expecting." He continued to laugh, seeming to be in an increased mood. "My luck has gone up! Hahaha!" He proudly put his hands on his hips and stared into the sky with a profound look on his face. 'The man who trained the fastest student in all of Anaviotis... it's a good title to add to the pile I think.' He thought to himself.

After the exhilarating sprint, Rerth wasted no time in transitioning the class to the next physical test: pull-ups. The students gathered around a set of sturdy bars mounted on metal poles, their leg muscles still tingling from the previous exertion.

As Lyrian approached the pull-up bars, he couldn't help but feel a sense of determination. He was happy with the sprint, but the testing wasn't over. However, he was excited to see that pull-ups were the next drill, since he was an expert at them. In Illstria, he trained them for several years, and they were as easy as walking for him at this point.

Rerth's voice cut through the anticipation. "Alright, everyone, line up. It's time for the pull-up test. Let's see how many of you have the upper body strength."

Lyrian joined the other students, his gaze fixed on the bar ahead. He maintained his focus on pushing himself to his limits once again.

"Begin!" Rerth commanded, and the students leaped to action. Lyrian's body tensed as he gripped the bar and ho

isted himself upward. Suddenly, his body was lifted up and above the bar as far as his arms could go. 'What the-!? I used too much strength... I guess I've gotten a fair bit stronger since the last time I did pull-ups.' He thought to himself, coming back down and pacing himself.

The count began, and the students grunted and strained with each repetition. Looking to their sides, however, they saw a boy who had almost a demon-like expressionless face who flew up and down from the bar so fast that there was almost a blur following him. They could feel the wind caused by his reps, enough to raise some hairs on their arms.

As the pull-up count continued, Lyrian's determination shone through. His form remained impeccable, and he powered through the exercise with a relentless drive. It was clear to everyone that he wasn't just a sprinting prodigy; he possessed a well-rounded athleticism that set him apart.

On top of that, his continuous emotionless expression was scary to glance at.

Rerth watched with a keen eye, impressed by Lyrian's performance once again. The other students, some struggling to reach their targets, couldn't help but admire the newcomer's strength and tenacity.

After what felt like an eternity of exertion, the test concluded. Lyrian, having performed an impressive number of pull-ups, lowered himself to the ground, his muscles quivering with exhaustion. He had once again pushed himself to his limits and left an indelible mark on his fellow students.

Rerth approached him, wearing a proud smile. "Well done, boy," he said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "You've made your mark here today."

Lyrian nodded, his chest heaving.