Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 136: Rookie Mistake.

The massive carrier that loomed in the center of Bastion’s port was nothing short of a floating marvel.

Its sleek metallic curves shimmered like dragon-scale under the sunlight, while glowing runes pulsed quietly along its underbelly, keeping the entire colossal machine suspended above the runway.

It looked less like a transport vehicle and more like a luxury cruiser made for high nobles.

Except this time, it was packed not with royalty, but with excited, hopeful young candidates who had survived the first brutal trial of the Academy’s entrance exam.

Well... "packed" might be an overstatement.

Compared to the sea of excited teens that had filled the grounds before the first trial, the crowd today looked like it had been trimmed by ninety percent.

Only a handful of determined youths now gathered around the entrance ramp of the carrier, most of them quiet and wary, trading sharp glances like wolves sizing each other up before the next hunt.

The atmosphere buzzed with silent tension.

Everyone knew the second phase in Parisia would be even tougher than the first, and only the strongest—or the smartest—would make it out with their future intact.

Inside the carrier, Amara sat alone by the window seat, her lush blue hair tied in a neat high ponytail that swayed lightly with the gentle hum of the carrier’s engines.

Her arms were crossed, her sexy legs elegantly tucked, and her icy expression as unreadable as ever.

Her eyes gazed out the window as though she could see straight through the thick clouds forming in the distance.

But internally, her thoughts were on a completely different matter.

’He’s still not here,’ she thought, her fingers tapping once against her armrest in irritation. ’There are only five minutes left... What is that idiot doing?’

She wasn’t worried, of course. She was just... mildly irritated that someone who had made such a dramatic mess of the first trial, stolen so much attention, and then vanished for the entire week without a word, might actually disqualify himself by simply missing the ride.

It was... infuriatingly typical. That was all.

Outside, the officials standing near the carrier’s entrance began packing up their documents, clipboards, and tablets.

One of them glanced at a clock above the carrier’s door as it began its final countdown: 00:59... 00:58...

The large gate beside them started to glow with departure lights, signaling the end of check-ins.

And then—

"WAIT!!!"

The shout echoed like a melodious chime through the port—a feminine voice, honey-sweet yet strangely commanding, cutting across the air with ease.

Everyone turned. And what they saw nearly made a few of the younger boys faint on the spot.

Striding across the port with confident, eye-drawing steps was a woman so beautiful it was borderline illegal.

She had long, silky purple hair that shimmered like starlight, twin curved horns rising from her head like royalty’s crown, and a body so blessed by the heavens it could start wars in five kingdoms at once!

Her ample curves bounced with each step, the wind swirling perfectly around her as though nature itself wanted to show her off.

But what truly made jaws drop was the fact that she was carrying a man in a full-on princess carry, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Beside her walked another woman—equally breathtaking, but in an entirely different way. She had calm, ethereal beauty, like a saint descending from the clouds.

Grey hair that shimmered with divine light, matching silver eyes that seemed to see through souls, and delicate, dignified horns that curved back like an angel’s halo.

Her grace was so profound that it made people want to confess sins they hadn’t even committed!

The two of them were like night and day, fire and ice, temptation and purity; yet both had one thing in common: they were drawing the attention of every single man in the port.

And at the center of their attention was the man being carried like a sack of royal potatoes—Creed, unconscious, looking like a divine prince who had just fainted from too much handsomeness.

A young worker beside the gate tried to regain his voice but could only stammer, "I-I-Is that... a new contestant or... a romantic novel cover come to life?"

"I’d let her princess-carry me to my grave," another guy muttered under his breath, hearts practically popping in his eyes.

"Who the hell is that lucky guy? He’s glowing. Glowing!"

Meanwhile, the official handling check-ins—an older man with a bald spot and a very nervous-looking mustache—snapped out of his daze when Lilith stopped right in front of him and extended a hand.

He blinked, trying not to stare at her bouncing chest, and cleared his throat. "C-Candidate ID, p-please?"

Tierra calmly extended her hand and added the badge for confirmation. The man looked down, confused, until he realized the badge was for the sleeping person; Creed.

He gawked. "Wait, wait, this... this isn’t for you? Then... why is he the one unconscious?!"

Lilith flipped her hair with a smile. "He’s in a state of enlightenment."

"W-What?"

"Enlightenment," Tierra repeated coolly. "You know, the kind that lets geniuses absorb cosmic truths and become walking disasters on the battlefield. It’s a man thing."

The man blinked again. Then nodded quickly, as if that explained everything.

The clock hit 00:10, and the door light flared. The official quickly registered the badge and waved them on.

"Alright! You’re all cleared—please, just get inside before the carrier takes off!"

Lilith smirked, effortlessly cradling Creed as she climbed up the ramp like a queen returning home.

Tierra followed silently, her eyes scanning the room. A few boys who made eye contact with her immediately looked away and tried not to drool.

"Just one thing," the man managed to wheeze, glancing curiously at the unconscious, glowing man nestled in Lilith’s arms like a sleeping prince. "What’s your relationship to... um... him?"

Lilith blinked once, then casually rested Creed’s head against her generous chest and smiled like the cat who’d stolen not just the cream, but the whole cow.

"We’re his women," she said, as if that explained everything.

Tierra gave a slow, elegant nod. "Yes. Partners in cultivation. Body and soul."

For a moment, silence fell.

Then chaos.

"Wha—?!"

"No way!"

"That lucky bastard!"

The eyes of every male present went from mild curiosity to full-blown jealousy in seconds.

If looks could kill, Creed would’ve spontaneously combusted from the collective hatred of a dozen hormonal teenage boys who had just realized the handsome idiot was not only surrounded by stunning beauties—but being claimed by them.

And worse, he was too unconscious to appreciate it!

The official, clearly flustered now, pushed his glasses back up with a defeated sigh. "Just get inside before this turns into a brawl."

They did. Climbing gracefully into the sleek interior of the carrier.

They gently placed Creed down in the middle seat like a sacred artifact and sat on either side of him, guarding him like twin guardian deities.

Amara, up in the middle rows, lifted an eyebrow as she watched them settle in.

Her sleek headphones remained on, her fingers gently tapping to the beat of whatever track she’d selected, but her lips curled into the slightest frown.

She didn’t say anything. Just watched, then turned back to the window like she wasn’t mildly irritated at all.

The carrier engines roared to life, thrusters lighting up with blue flames as the vessel lifted into the air.

The journey was fast—faster than anyone had expected.

Whether by design or necessity, the tech inside this carrier was top-grade, and before long, the smooth voice of the onboard announcer came through.

"—and that concludes our journey. Welcome, examinees, to the outer district of Parisia. Please disembark in an orderly manner."

The door slid open with a hiss of steam, and the youths began filing out, stretching their limbs and squinting under the bright daylight.

Yet, Creed was still sleeping peacefully.

As they stepped off the carrier and into the familiar open plaza used for long-distance arrivals, more groups began arriving through other carriers.

From all directions, other surviving candidates began pouring in, some eager, some wide-eyed, all of them mentally preparing for the next phase.

But naturally, the moment they laid eyes on Creed—sleeping in the heavenly embrace of Lilith, their expressions turned weird.

"...Is he... okay?"

"He’s asleep?"

"That’s the same guy who solo-scammed the the last trial, right?"

And then they noticed the girls. And then they accidentally made eye contact with either of them.

And then they immediately turned away, red-faced, as if they’d just peeked at something forbidden in a nunnery.

Then, suddenly—

BOOM!

A gust of wind exploded outward, scattering dust and kicking up coats and cloaks.

From the distance, a lazy figure appeared in the air, sipping from a can of soda as if he’d been watching a casual show.

The moment he landed in front of the group, a familiar face grinned with roguish charm.

"Yo~!" Ryan Griffith stretched his arms behind his head and grinned like a mischievous older brother who was about to dump everyone into hell and call it training.

"Congrats on surviving Trial One, kids! Honestly, I thought more of you would’ve failed, but hey, good job not being completely worthless."

There were a few groans. A few mutters. But everyone listened.

"You’ve earned a break," he continued, "but don’t get too comfy. The second trial’s gonna make the first one feel like a picnic with grandma."

As he turned to lead them forward, Ryan’s eyes fell on the shimmering trio at the back. He paused.

And stared.

Lilith blinked back at him with innocent curiosity. Tierra tilted her head ever so slightly. Creed continued glowing in spiritual slumber.

Ryan’s jaw worked for a second before he coughed into his fist, pretending he wasn’t just checking them out.

But anyone with functioning eyes could tell his gaze had momentarily wandered. He quickly wiped the smallest blush from his cheeks.

"...Ahem. What’s going on here?" he asked, pretending like he hadn’t just been caught ogling.

The check-in officer from earlier scuttled over and bowed. "Sir! That candidate—Creed—was brought here in an enlightened state! These two... um... ladies are his companions."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. Then looked back at Creed.

"...So the genius doesn’t even have the sense to time his enlightenment breaks now, huh?" he muttered, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

"Let me guess, he fell into a breakthrough halfway through eating breakfast?"

The officer coughed. "Unclear, sir." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Ryan scoffed. "Tch. Rookie mistake. What’s the point of being strong if you can’t even manage your cheat mode? This brat’s gonna get himself killed sleeping through his own trials."

He waved a hand as he turned. "Whatever. It’s his bad luck. Toss him into Trial Two like the rest. If he wakes up, good for him. If not—well, at least he failed looking good."