Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 100: Kids These Days… [Bonus]

Creed woke up with a groggy sigh, his mind still tangled in the haze of deep sleep.

His body ached but not in the sharp, searing way of battle wounds, but in the deep, satisfied soreness of a man who had thoroughly exhausted himself the night before.

He stretched, feeling the slight strain in his muscles, and let out a low groan.

Damn.

Last night had been... wild.

His body wasn’t sore from training or fighting, but from the intense feeding session with Lilith and Tierra.

Those two succubi were insatiable. They had drained him to his limit, and then some.

And knowing them, they were definitely still sleeping soundly, completely unbothered by the chaos they had unleashed upon his poor mortal form!

Shaking his head, Creed forced himself to sit up, rubbing his temples. His mind was still foggy, and his throat felt dry.

What he needed right now was coffee.

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled to the kitchen, still half-asleep. The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioning.

He moved on autopilot, grabbing the coffee beans, grinding them down, and brewing a fresh cup. The rich aroma filled the air, slowly helping his mind clear as he poured himself a steaming mug.

Taking the first sip, he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

Coffee was divine. It was sacred. He loved it in his past life, and he loved it even more in this one. Good music and good coffee—that was all a man really needed to set the mood for a great day.

But his morning wasn’t just about relaxing.

No, he had work to do.

The past two weeks had been a blur of nothing but intense training. His entire routine had been monotonous, filled with nothing but drills, meditations, battles, and breakthroughs.

He had pushed himself to his absolute limits, constantly honing his abilities, and finally, last night, he had succeeded.

After countless hours of struggle, he had finally activated and controlled his Spear Domain!

That was a huge milestone!

Mastering a domain wasn’t something a regular Stage 2 awakened could do, but then again, Creed wasn’t regular.

Now that he had it, he was eager to test it out properly. He could already imagine the sheer destruction it would bring in an actual fight.

A Domain was a region where one could dominate—a space where one ruled absolutely.

And his was centered around his spear, meaning that anyone who dared to step into it would be instantly suppressed by its presence.

The mere thought made him grin. But before he could test it out, he had another important mission to complete.

He had one last requirement to fulfill before he could officially take the Ambassador’s Academy Entrance Exam.

He needed to enter Zenith Tower and secure himself a rank within the top 10,000,000 of the Bronze Awakened rankings.

It sounded like an insane number, but in this world, with hundreds of millions of bronze awakened, that rank was nothing special.

Even the weakest geniuses could achieve it with a bit of effort.

Still, it was an official requirement and one he had to clear before he could take the test.

Creed wasn’t worried. At all.

In fact, he was curious. If he went all out, just how high could he rank among the Bronze Awakened?

Given his strength...

He estimated that he could probably reach at least the top 50,000 which was ridiculous considering he was still just a peak Stage 2 awakened!

’Oh wow,’ Creed thought with a smirk, ’my combat power is already barely at Stage 5.’

It was insane when he thought about it.

He had only been in this world for two months—just sixty days—and yet, his strength had skyrocketed to levels that most people would take years to reach.

If he kept this pace, he might even be able to fight a Silver Awakened at just Stage 4!

That would be legendary!

He grinned to himself, feeling a deep sense of pride. He had come so far, so fast—and this was only the beginning.

His future was going to be absurd.

Just as he was basking in his own awesomeness, his phone buzzed loudly on the counter.

Creed picked it up casually, expecting some unimportant notification, then he saw the message.

His eyes bulged.

And then—

"PFFFFFTTT!!!"

He spat out his coffee, sending a spray of liquid flying across the kitchen in a dramatic arc.

His expression twisted comically as he stared at the screen.

His hands trembled. His heartbeat quickened. He slowly looked at the time displayed on his phone...

Then back at the message...

Then back at the time...

And then...

"HOLY SHIT!!!"

Creed bolted out of the kitchen like a madman.

Slamming open his bedroom door, he launched himself inside, landing directly on the large, luxurious bed where two naked succubi lay sprawled out, tangled in silk sheets.

They were still dead asleep, their expressions peaceful, completely unaware of the absolute disaster happening around them.

Creed didn’t hesitate.

He raised his hands and... SMACK!

His palms landed directly on their bare butts, delivering two loud, resounding slaps.

Lilith and Tierra jerked awake instantly, letting out startled yelps.

Lilith shot up first, her violet eyes glowing in confusion. Tierra groaned, burying her face into the pillow.

"Creed, what the hell?" Lilith muttered sleepily.

"Yeah," Tierra mumbled, voice muffled. "Why are you screaming like a psycho?"

Creed pointed dramatically at the clock. freewebnøvel.com

"WAKE UP, YOU LAZY SUCCUBI! WE’RE LATE!!!"

Lilith blinked. Tierra peeked at the clock with one half-opened eye.

"Late?" Lilith asked, yawning.

Tierra frowned. "Late for what?"

Creed’s expression darkened.

And then with the most serious, deadpan voice possible, he said:

"FOR MY DAMN ACADEMY EXAM FLIGHT!!!"

.....

The shuttle doors slammed open, and Creed launched himself out like a missile, his feet barely touching the ground before he exploded forward at inhuman speed.

His outfit? A complete disaster.

Somewhere in the rush of throwing on clothes, he had managed to end up in a half-zipped jacket, mismatched sneakers, and—dear god—his pajamas underneath his pants.

Luckily they were colored black, or else, it would have been just too ridiculous!

His hair was still wildly disheveled, sticking out at odd angles like he had just wrestled a hurricane. He had no time to fix it.

Because if he didn’t make it to Zenith Tower in time?

He. Was. Screwed.

"HOW THE HELL DID I MESS THIS UP?!" Creed roared as he weaved through pedestrians at breakneck speed, his body a blur of movement.

It was a pathetic mistake. One that might haunt him forever.

Somehow, in his former recklessness, he had convinced himself that the entrance exams were on the 18th.

He had been so sure of it that he hadn’t even bothered to double-check. But NOPE! The damn exam was today. The 16th!

And the carrier taking candidates to the exam site?

It was leaving in two hours.

Two hours!

For a normal person, that would be plenty of time.

But for Creed?

That was practically doomsday.

Because before he could even board that carrier, he needed to officially enter Zenith Tower, get a ranked position within the top 10 million, and complete all the requirements for the Academy Exam.

Imagine this.

Imagine spending two months grinding like a lunatic, powering up to the point of absurdity, becoming one of the strongest Stage 2 Awakened currently, battling to the death with a spear spirit, training in mind-melting techniques, enduring countless sleepless nights—

—ONLY TO FAIL BECAUSE HE CAN’T READ A DAMN CALENDAR?!

Creed felt physically ill at the thought.

If he missed this flight, if he actually failed to enter the Academy because of a scheduling error, he might as well dig a hole and bury himself alive.

"Goddamn it, goddamn it, goddamn it," he chanted under his breath, dodging shuttles and parkouring over random obstacles like a desperate lunatic.

People were staring.

Some gasped.

Some pointed. Some recorded on their smartphones.

And Creed didn’t care. He had a mission. Up ahead, his salvation finally appeared.

Zenith Tower.

A massive, sleek skyscraper, towering into the clouds, built with pure obsidian-like metal that gleamed under the artificial city lights.

The area around it was mostly empty, a vast open space where people could come in and out with ease.

Without slowing down, Creed sprinted straight for the entrance.

The inside of the tower was cool and pristine, like a high-end corporate building. At the front desk sat an old woman, wearing thin, silver-rimmed glasses, her gray hair neatly tied into a bun.

She looked calm, collected and utterly unbothered by the world.

Creed, on the other hand?

A complete mess. He practically slammed his hands onto the counter, breathing hard.

"I—need—to sign up—Zenith Network—now."

The old woman slowly—agonizingly slowly—tilted her head up to look at him.

Then, in the slowest voice imaginable, she said:

"...And who might you be, young man?"

Creed twitched.

"Creed. Walden. Bronze Awakened. Let me in."

The old woman blinked. "You seem to be in a hurry."

"No shit—" Creed bit his tongue, took a deep breath, and forced a painful, fake smile. "Yes. I am."

The woman adjusted her glasses. "I wonder... Could it be that you forgot your exam date and now you’re desperately trying to get a rank before the flight leaves?"

Creed’s soul left his body. His eyes widened in pure shock. His mouth dropped open.

’How... HOW DID SHE KNOW?!’

The old woman smirked. "I’ve seen your type before."

Creed was too stunned to speak. The audacity. The blatant exposure. The casual roasting. This old woman had no mercy!

He clenched his jaw. "Ma’am, please. Just register me. I’m begging you."

She chuckled, but finally, finally, she tapped a few buttons on her screen. "Alright, alright. Let me scan your bracelet."

Creed thrust his arm forward so fast it almost broke the sound barrier.

The system beeped. His details loaded.

The old woman nodded. "You’re all set. Elevator’s to your left. Good luck."

"THANK YOU—" Creed was already sprinting away before she finished talking.

She watched him go with a knowing smile.

"Kids these days."

Creed rushed into the elevator, jamming the button to the next floor so many times that the system gave him an error warning.

A few seconds later, the doors slid open.

What greeted him was a massive hall filled with hundreds of large, gray pods—each one giving off a soft, green mist. The pods were lined up in perfect rows, glowing faintly.

Several Awakened were already inside them, their bodies motionless as they underwent their trials.

Creed dashed toward the nearest empty one, not even pausing to take a breath.

He yanked it open, jumped inside, and the moment he lay down, the pod whirred to life.

A dimensional scanner activated, pulsing over his entire body. His dimensional bracelet lit up, transmitting all his power data to the system.

For a full minute, Creed sat completely still as the scanner analyzed his combat level, energy reserves, physical stats, techniques, and intent comprehension.

Then—

A soft click. The pod completed its scan.

[Welcome to the Virtual Trial!]

Suddenly, Creed’s vision went white. An instant later, he found himself floating in an endless, pure-white expanse.

There was no sky. No walls. No sand. Just an infinite white space.

Creed’s mind immediately registered what was happening.

A virtual reality simulation. This was where he would undertake the trials.

Then, a calm, robotic voice echoed through the space.

"Combat Analysis Complete."

"Power Level: Stage 5 Combat Capabilities Detected."

"Threat Level: Tier 1 Genius."

Creed grinned.

Damn right. The robotic voice continued.

"Initializing Trial..."

"Beginning Test Now."

A loud BEEP resounded, and the trial began.