Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 152: Pyramid Of Dominion! (5)

The moment Creed materialized back into existence, he immediately noticed the difference.

The new hallway he stood in was still painted in the same ominous deep blood red and endless black colors.

Only, this time everything was massive. The ceiling stretched at least fifteen meters high, the walls were so far apart that Creed could easily fit three cars side by side, and even the floors had a strange, almost polished shine to them, as if whatever passed through here either floated or stomped so hard that friction itself had given up.

Instantly, Creed’s brain went into overdrive, analyzing the reasons behind this design. Bigger hallways meant bigger threats.

It wasn’t just for aesthetic "evil villain base" points. It was practical. Larger hallways meant they expected bigger beasts, larger groups of beasts, and maybe even larger battles between candidates.

If the first floor was a warm-up stage, then this was the real game where they wanted the participants to start fighting like their lives actually depended on it—which, you know, they kinda did.

Without wasting time, Creed rolled his shoulders, flexed his fingers, and re-summoned Lilith and Tierra from his tattoo.

As expected, just like when he entered the first floor, the gate had forcefully recalled them back into his body when they transferred.

No matter how cool they looked outside, the Pyramid didn’t seem to care.

The moment the girls reappeared, both blinking and frowning like cats woken from a nap, Creed was about to say something when suddenly a loud, terrified scream ripped through the hallway.

Creed’s head snapped toward the sound.

Charging straight toward him like a bat out of hell was a young man; slender, tall, and honestly, pretty handsome if Creed had to admit it.

The guy had flaming red hair that definitely seemed to crackle with real heat, and he clutched a long, beautiful silver spear in both hands like it was his life raft in the middle of a hurricane.

His face, though... oh, that expression was priceless. Wide, panicked eyes. Mouth open in a scream that clearly said, ’I made some very bad life choices!’

Creed immediately slid into alert mode. His mind worked like clockwork—This guy’s a peak Stage 5 Tier-1 genius, Creed calculated.

Silver level strength minimum. Which means whatever’s chasing him isn’t some cute puppy. It’s something even he had to be careful against.

As the guy sprinted closer, his eyes locked onto Creed’s and, bless his soul, he actually found the strength to shout, "RUN, IDIOT!!"

Creed raised an eyebrow. Honestly, he was a little impressed.

Most people in a panic would just trample past you without a second thought, but this guy actually took the time to warn him.

That deserved at least a mental thumbs-up. Still, Creed wasn’t ready to bolt just yet without understanding what he was running from.

So instead of panicking, he casually stepped aside to let the guy sprint past him, while his eyes squinted down the hallway to see what exactly was chasing them.

And then... Creed’s whole face changed.

A low, horrible, buzzing sound filled the air.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

It started as a whisper, but within seconds it grew to a monstrous roar, like a living chainsaw revving to life.

The floor vibrated under his feet. The walls seemed to breathe. And then he saw it; the nightmare.

A giant yellow cloud, boiling and roiling like a living storm, was thundering down the hallway.

It wasn’t fog.

It wasn’t dust.

It was bees!

Thousands upon thousands of bees, each as big as a clenched fist, all shining metallic silver and buzzing with raw, murderous energy.

Creed didn’t even need to squint to tell that every single one of those bees wasn’t normal. His instincts screamed at him.

His analysis backed it up. Every one of those bees is Stage 1 Silver level!

Each one could kill a normal bronze awakened instantly with a sting. Together? They were basically a weaponized plague!

"OH, HELL NO!" Creed barked and spun around.

Without hesitation, he slammed his hand over his heart, activated the Path of Freedom, and blasted forward in a full sprint so fast he easily broke the sound barrier.

Behind him, he heard a brief clatter and a pair of panicked yells from Lilith and Tierra.

In perfect, traitorous unison, they instantly disappeared back into his tattoo to avoid the incoming death cloud.

"YEAH, SURE, ABANDON ME, GREAT TEAMWORK!!" Creed shouted over his shoulder while running for his life, feeling very betrayed.

The guy with the red hair had already gotten a good head start, and Creed didn’t blame him.

The hallway now looked like something out of a horror movie where the special effects team had gone way over budget.

The bee cloud swarmed like a single gigantic monster, hitting the floor, ceiling, and walls with a sound that was less "bzz" and more "GET READY TO DIE."

Creed sprinted after the red-haired guy, internally screaming and analyzing at the same time because multitasking under mortal danger was basically his whole life at this point.

’Alright, alright, focus. Running is good, but running forever is bad. I need a plan. Bees... okay, bees usually have a hive mind.’

’Which means... if I can find their queen, I can maybe kill her and break the swarm. Or maybe just survive until they get bored? Wait, no, bees don’t get bored. THEY GET ANGRY.’

He wished he could teleport away but he had no idea where to even go and where he was! He needed to envision where he was going first before he could then teleport away!

The hallway stretched endlessly ahead, but Creed could already feel his heart pounding like a war drum.

He glanced behind him and almost instantly regretted it. The bee cloud was closer now.

He could make out the glitter of their silver carapaces, the writhing, hungry movement of thousands of wings. It wasn’t just death. It was personal death, buzzing straight for his face.

Up ahead, the red-haired guy screamed again, dodging left as the hallway split into multiple branching corridors.

Without hesitating, Creed followed, picking a random tunnel and spearing towards it wjth full speed.

He was trusting the fact that the bees would go for their initial target, which was the slender and surprisingly fast youth.

Soon, his face twisted into an ugly grimace when the whole swarm of bees trailed after him like lovestruck puppies!

"F*ck my luck!"

Creed was furious. As he sprinted through the massive hallway, his shirt flapping wildly behind him and his heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum, he cursed his absolutely rotten luck.

Of course the bees would pick his tunnel to chase instead of the one the red-haired youth fled into.

Of course! Why wouldn’t fate kick him in the teeth while he was already down?

Swoosh!

Creed dodged a rogue super fast bee that zipped too close to his ear, feeling the faint buzz and smell of burnt ozone trailing after it.

Gritting his teeth, he calculated that he’d made enough distance by now. Time for Plan B—or maybe Plan Z, considering how bad his day was going.

He took a quick glance behind him, ready to activate Primordial Link at full force and teleport back to the entrance hallway he had just appeared in.

"Please, please, please let there be no monster waiting there too," he muttered under his breath like a prayer to every god he didn’t believe in.

But just as he was about to trigger the teleport, something caught the sharp edge of his gaze—a faint, almost invisible glint, like a shy star winking at him from deep inside the churning cloud of bees.

Creed’s brows scrunched together, his instincts flaring up in suspicion. Danger? Treasure? Trap? All three?

He slowed down slightly, squinting through the buzzing mass like a hawk, and suddenly his eyes widened.

It wasn’t just random junk floating around inside the swarm. It was a Dominion Key!

For a second, Creed felt the overwhelming urge to sit down right there and either laugh like a lunatic or cry like a baby.

Of all the miserable, back-breaking, hair-pulling, gut-churning places a Dominion Key could have ended up, it just had to be inside a deadly army of silver-rank bees!

Fate didn’t just hate him—it hated him and found it hilarious. "Who the hell put the damn key inside a bunch of bees?!" he hissed under his breath, practically vibrating with frustration.

But there was no time to wallow in misery. His mind kicked into overdrive, running thousands of calculations in mere seconds.

Should he charge in headfirst? Bad idea—death by stinging. Should he try to lure the bees somewhere else? Risky.

Should he try to divide the swarm with terrain manipulation? Maybe... but could he pull it off fast enough before being turned into human swiss cheese?

Creed’s scientific brain went wild, testing simulations and probabilities like a mad supercomputer.

And after a few furious moments, he grinned a little. "I got this," he muttered.

Without wasting a second, Creed mentally summoned Lilith and Tierra back into the world with a pulse of energy.

They materialized beside him with a soft whoosh, blinking at the chaos. But instead of their usual snarky confidence, they both immediately froze, looking paler than usual.

"Bees," Tierra whispered, her voice cracking a little.

Lilith visibly shivered, clutching her scythe tighter. "I don’t know why... but I feel like they’re my worst nightmare."

Creed blinked, surprised. Summons—especially badass ones like these two—usually weren’t scared of anything unless there was a very good reason.

Maybe some ancient traumatic memory was kicking in? Either way, he didn’t have the luxury of comforting therapy sessions right now.

"Sorry, but you need to forget the trauma!" Creed barked, pointing dramatically. "We’re stealing that key, and we’re doing it now!"

He quickly explained his first brilliant, daring plan; using spatial compression to split the swarm temporarily, while Lilith would blast a narrow path using her lightning and Tierra would anchor it with mini-teleportation portals.

It was beautiful. Genius. A strategy that deserved to be framed and hung in a museum.

Naturally, it failed spectacularly.

The bees weren’t stupid. They moved like a living, breathing organism, folding and shifting mid-air to counter every brilliant move Creed threw at them.

Within seconds, Creed and the girls were forced to retreat, panting and swearing as they regrouped.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!" Creed shouted, wiping sweat from his forehead. Lilith glared at him. "You’re the genius. Genius yourself out of this one!"

Not one to give up, Creed immediately began plotting a second plan—this one crazier than the first.

They would lure part of the swarm into a portal created by Tierra, then sneak through while the bees were distracted.

This too, ended in magnificent disaster, with Creed getting a deep sting on his left arm.

He grimaced but didn’t waste time whining. Instead, he grunted, opened his system menu, and casually dumped a free stat point into Constitution, healing the wound almost instantly.

"Pain is temporary," he muttered like a lunatic football coach. "Dominion Keys are forever."

They were preparing for their third and most suicidal plan when it happened.

Just as Creed lunged forward in a final desperate dive toward the key, a shadow flickered past him, a dark blur that barely brushed against the corner of his vision.

Swoosh! freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

His instincts screamed in warning. He twisted midair, but it was too late—the shadow wrapped around his wrist like a silky whip, subtly slowing his hand just enough.

And at that exact moment, a slender, graceful, ridiculously unfairly beautiful hand slipped into view, snatching the Dominion Key with practiced ease.

Creed’s jaw dropped as he stared at the hand’s owner—a dazzling girl with platinum-blonde hair flowing like liquid moonlight, green eyes sparkling mischievously, and a smirk that could make a priest swear.

"Thanks for the hard work, darling," she purred in a sing-song voice, winking at him playfully.

Before Creed could even process the betrayal of the universe yet again, she vanished in a flicker of shadows, like a ghost slipping through the cracks of reality itself.

The dark tendril attached to Creed’s wrist stretched out and coiled along the walls, rapidly carrying her away with incredible speed.

Creed’s gaze turned deathly cold. The amount of killing intent he was emanating at that moment was suffocating!

How dare her!

How dare her try to steal from him!

With a low growl, Creed’s Path of killing fused with his Path of freedom and his whole being surged.

Boom!

With a terrifying leap that created a massive 5 meter wide crater, he pounced after the shadow with his spear held tight, trembling with the urge to kill!

How dare her steal from him!