Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 172: Pale Horizon

Creed stared at the mysterious package with the intensity of a man who’d just been handed the keys to a treasure chest.

The box sat squat and silent in the middle of his living room, humbly wrapped in plain silver cloth, but the aura it gave off made it feel more like a sleeping beast than a care package.

When he reached out and lifted it, he nearly grunted in surprise.

"What the hell did they pack in here? A baby dragon in stasis?" he muttered, adjusting his grip before carrying the box to the couch.

It thudded down with a satisfying thump, making the coffee table rattle a little in protest. Excitement began bubbling inside him. This was it.

The official welcome package from the Ambassadors Academy and more importantly, the exclusive reward for coming first place in the entrance exam.

If this wasn’t peak main character energy, what was?

Just as he started peeling off the wrapping, a double flash of light exploded to his left and right.

With all the flair of dramatic theater actresses making a grand entrance, Lilith and Tierra materialized beside him.

Their eyes locked on the gift like starving wolves spotting a golden roasted chicken.

Lilith crossed her arms, flipping her long purple hair, while Tierra lounged beside Creed, staring at the box like a curious cat.

"I thought you two were busy planning your next full-course Creed-meal," Creed joked, glancing sideways.

"We are," Lilith said, licking her lips. "But even hunger can wait for this."

"You came first," Tierra grinned, her twin daggers clinking behind her. "This box might have a golden ticket to a private continent. We had to see."

Creed rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Let’s find out, then."

He peeled the last layer of wrapping off, and the box gave a click, unlocking itself like a vault.

The lid opened with a hiss, and suddenly—whoosh! A tiny silver spaceship, no bigger than a fist, shot out of the box.

It zipped into the air, did a little loop-de-loop, and released a shimmering holographic banner:

Welcome to the most prestigious academy Earth has to offer!

The tiny ship beeped once, as if proud of its performance, then zoomed toward the ceiling and vanished into a spark of golden light.

Creed blinked. "Okay, I wasn’t expecting that."

Lilith snorted. "They’re flexing hard. I respect it."

Tierra clapped. "Ten out of ten entrance."

Inside the box, nestled in soft cushioning, were just two simple envelopes; nothing grand, no overflowing piles of loot or glowing weapons.

One ring rested inside a labeled envelope: General Starter Pack – New Student Edition.

Creed picked it up and sent a sliver of his dimensional energy into the ring. The response was instant.

The ring pulsed once and synced with his energy signature. Immediately, an array of stored contents appeared in his mind, and his jaw almost dropped.

"The internal space of this ring is half a kilometer wide in every direction," he muttered.

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "That’s a pocket dimension pretending to be jewelry."

"Yeah," Creed grinned. "As expected from the Ambassadors Academy."

One by one, he pulled the items inside it out. The first thing was a sleek, badge-shaped device with the academy’s crest glowing on its surface.

It shimmered like liquid glass, and when he activated it, it lit up with a gentle hum.

"This is the Academy Badge," he read off the internal interface. "It’s my ID, communicator, navigator to campus zones, and also gives daily alerts for my schedule. Apparently, it changes color based on performance too. Oh, and it unlocks restricted training zones."

Lilith nodded. "Sounds like a glorified tracker."

Next came a neatly folded stack of uniforms: formal, combat, and casual.

They shimmered faintly with mana threads woven into the cloth. He held one up, and it automatically reshaped itself to fit his form, adjusting at the sleeves and waist.

Each set came with elemental syncing capabilities and had subtle enchantments that automatically repaired and cleaned itself.

Creed nodded his head, grinning as he took out the third item; a thick physical manual and a sleek tablet.

The Beginner’s Resource Manual. He flipped through the first few pages and raised a brow.

"This covers Academy rules, dueling codes, cultivation zones, Ambassador etiquette, secret lore hints..." He paused, then laughed. "There are QR-style codes that link to video tutorials. They’re really not messing around."

Last, but definitely not least, Creed reached into the ring and pulled out four separate crystal pouches—Pure Crystals, Force Crystals, and Will Crystals.

Each one glowed with energy that made the air thrum gently around them. A month’s worth.

It might not sound like much to outsiders, but in the world of cultivation, where every ounce of essence mattered, this was extremely useful for the improvement of the three fundamental forces.

He placed the items beside him and leaned back. "Alright. That was the general student package," he said, nodding in approval. "I can work with this."

But both Tierra and Lilith were leaning in now, wide-eyed and practically vibrating.

"That’s cute and all," Tierra said. "But what about your reward?"

"Yeah," Lilith added. "You didn’t almost overwork yourself just to get a fancy school badge. What did they give you for first place?"

Creed’s grin returned like a storm cloud rolling in. He picked up the second ring. Unlike the first, this one didn’t have a label.

It looked simple—no flashy gems, no weird symbols. Just a smooth band of black material that seemed to drink in the light around it.

"Ohhh," he breathed. "This one’s gonna be fun."

He could already feel the energy pulsing from inside, like the ring itself was whispering "Get ready, champ. I’m loaded."

With Lilith and Tierra practically breathing down his neck—one with an excited smirk, the other vibrating like a puppy on sugar—Creed poured a steady stream of his dimensional energy into the ring. It didn’t just respond this time. It roared.

A silvery flash burst out from the ring, painting the walls with streaks of shifting light.

Then came the items; one after another, they floated out like treasures being revealed from a legendary vault.

First came a sleek black bracelet hovering in the air, turning slowly like it was trying to show off its best angles.

It latched itself onto Creed’s wrist like a magnet, and the moment it made contact, tiny engravings lit up along its edges.

"Whoa," Creed muttered, staring at it.

The interface buzzed in his mind. Tier 4 Dimensional Bracelet!

This was extremely impressive! A tier 4 bracelet was two whole tiers higher than his current one.

He couldn’t wait to test out its new abilities.

Creed took a deep breath. "Moving on."

The next item floated out like a queen entering a throne room. It was a rolled-up scroll tied with black and gold thread.

When Creed untied it, the room dimmed slightly as the scroll expanded into a radiant blueprint of glowing spear patterns, flowing like a living river across the parchment.

Custom Technique: Spear of Domination.

"Oh my gods," Creed whispered. "They gave me a custom weapon technique?"

The description burned itself into his brain: A technique that builds infinite momentum with each connected strike.

For every hit that lands, the next strike grows faster, sharper, and harder to stop.

At maximum speed, the spear can potentially pierce through space-time and reset battlefield positions by rewinding kinetic force.

Tierra gasped. "So you basically become a blender with time travel?"

"I love this," Lilith grinned, licking her lips. "Call me when you start bending reality like noodles."

Creed just nodded in awe. This wasn’t some beginner’s toy, they had literally gifted him a technique with the potential to tear space apart.

It wasn’t just strong, it was dangerous. Even though it required time to gain its full power, it drastically increased survivability since one grew stronger the longer the fight progressed!

Then came a small, cloud-shaped key. It was made of something that looked like condensed mist, but when Creed touched it, it was cool and solid.

A tag floated above it: Private Dorm Key – Cloud Apex.

"Let me guess," he said. "A penthouse suite on a floating island?"

The badge answered for him. A glowing visual map of the Academy’s Sky Residence area appeared in his mind.

His dorm was perched higher than all the others, isolated in the clouds with its own mini-training arena, hot spring, kitchen, and... hang on... "A slide that goes directly into the indoor pool?"

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "You’re living in a five-star luxury fortress."

Tierra was already bouncing. "Pool party every night!"

Next came a black envelope that hovered ominously, sealed with a golden flame sigil. When Creed touched it, it whispered to only him.

Confidential Invitation – Eyes Only.

He cracked the seal, and the letter unrolled inside his mind. The contents made his expression change instantly.

Whatever he read, he didn’t say out loud. Not even a word. His brows creased, then raised, then creased again.

"What is it?" Tierra asked.

Creed just shook his head. "Nothing. Just... interesting."

Lilith didn’t press. But her eyes narrowed slightly. She caught that flicker of seriousness in Creed’s normally calm expression.

For now, he would put the letter aside and check out the rest of the gifts.

Finally, the last item emerged, and it was unlike anything else. A long, pale spear wrapped in mist. The air chilled around it.

Even before Creed grabbed it, he knew this was something special. The moment his fingers wrapped around the shaft, the room went dead silent, as if the spear had sucked all the sound away in fear.

Light flickered across its smooth surface, and a soft hum pulsed like a heartbeat.

The brand new Dimensional Bracelet binged:

True Artifact: Pale Horizon.

It was long, elegant, and cold to the touch. Not flashy, but hauntingly beautiful.

Its edge gleamed with a faint white glow that pulsed every few seconds, like the fading sun on a snow-covered plain.

He gave it a small swing. WHOOM.

The air in front of him folded. Folded. Not sliced. Not pushed. Just... shifted like a page turning. Then it snapped back with a crack, leaving a faint white line hanging in the air.

"Okay," Creed said softly. "This thing doesn’t cut. It erases."

Even Lilith went quiet. She stepped closer, slowly, eyes fixed on the spear.

"This... is a True Artifact of the highest quality. Not stores can sell ones like this," she muttered. "The name fits. Pale Horizon—like the last thing your enemy ever sees before the world goes blank."

Tierra rubbed her arms. "I just got goosebumps."

Creed grinned. "Me too."

He spun it once, testing the balance. It responded like it had been forged for his hand alone—weightless, sharp, precise.

He felt faster just holding it. His aura responded as if the spear completed something inside him, like a final puzzle piece he didn’t know he was missing.

"Yeah," he whispered. "This is mine now."

And then, just as he was admiring it, Lilith clapped her hands.

"Alright," she said. "We’ve seen the loot. The Academy gave you a spaceship parade, a dimension in a bracelet, a time-breaking spear move, a literal sky castle, a secret invitation, and a weapon that erases reality."

Tierra’s eyes twinkled. "So now we can get back to our real business."

Creed blinked. "What real—oh no."

Too late.

Both girls lunged at him in perfect synchronization. One grabbed his right arm, the other his left. They were laughing now, like mischievous demons with a poor mortal victim between them.

"Now that the gift unboxing is over," Lilith purred.

Tierra giggled. "Time to unwrap you, boss."

"Wait, wait—guys—HEY!"

But the protests were cut off as the girls yanked him backward off the couch, dragging him toward the bedroom like it was a battlefield—and they had already won.

The door slammed shut behind them with a victorious click.