Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 30: Hidden System Function! [Bonus]

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The moment Creed’s feet hit solid ground, his stomach twisted violently.

A sharp wave of nausea surged through him like a tidal wave, and for a terrifying second, he thought he was going to puke right then and there.

Gritting his teeth, Creed forced himself to stand tall, his muscles tensing like steel cables as he fought the sickening disorientation.

Slowly, painfully, the dizziness began to fade, leaving behind a cold sweat that made his clothes stick uncomfortably to his skin.

And then, as if the universe had decided he wasn’t suffering enough, a powerful gust of freezing wind howled through the cave like the breath of some ancient god.

"Cold! Damn, this place doesn’t play around," Creed muttered, wishing he was wearing something more than a simple shirt.

Finally able to focus, he took in his surroundings—and immediately forgot how miserable he was.

The Snow Lotus Cave was nothing like what he’d expected.

Instead of jagged, ugly rocks or walls of sheer ice, the cave was... beautiful.

Every inch of the cavern shimmered in shades of white and pale blue, as if the entire place had been carved from pure frost.

Glowing blue stalactites hung from the ceiling like nature’s own chandeliers, casting a ghostly, ethereal light across the narrow path ahead.

The ground beneath his feet was solid stone, but tiny cracks in its surface allowed soft-blue weeds to grow, their faint glow like little stars sprinkled along a midnight road.

The cave stretched downward, a seemingly endless tunnel that curved and twisted into the darkness below.

The deeper it went, the stronger the cold air pressed in, making every breath feel like inhaling icy needles.

And just when Creed was starting to think the scenery was the biggest surprise waiting for him, a sharp ding echoed inside his head.

A translucent screen blinked into existence before him, glowing faintly in the dim light.

[ALERT: Quasi-Primordial Zone Detected. Primordial Extraction Function Now Active!]

Creed’s eyes widened as he stared at the message. ’Primordial what-now?’

His heart thudded in his chest.

This wasn’t a normal alert, and even though he wanted to act calm, a surge of excitement and confusion bubbled inside him.

’System, what the hell does that mean? Extraction from what? The cave? The beasts?’

Silence.

’System?’

More silence.

Of course, the system wasn’t going to make things clear. It never did.

The notification blinked out of existence as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving Creed with more questions than answers. ’Figures. Drop a bomb on me, then go radio silent.’

Before he could dwell on it, Ivy’s sharp voice cut through the stillness like a whip.

"Where’s your weapon?"

Creed turned to find Ivy staring at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild irritation.

Her icy blue eyes locked onto him with a level of focus that made him feel like a particularly disappointing quiz result.

He gave her a wry smile, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Funny story. My spear got wrecked during a beast tide somehow. Turns out, quasi-stage weapons aren’t built to survive being used as a battering ram against a horde."

Ivy’s gaze narrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. "You didn’t think to buy a replacement before coming on a raid?"

"Yeah, about that," Creed muttered, trying not to sound too pathetic. "I’d love to, but I’m kind of broke right now."

For a moment, there was only silence. Ivy’s expression softened—not much, but enough for Creed to notice.

She let out a sigh, her breath misting in the cold air.

Without a word, she raised her hand, and with a flash of purple light, a spear materialized in front of her.

No—not just any spear.

The weapon hovered in mid-air, shimmering with a metallic purple sheen that danced in the ethereal glow of the cave.

The shaft was thick, made from a dense alloy that gleamed like polished obsidian, while the blade itself was broad and wickedly sharp, built equally for piercing and slicing.

Every inch of the weapon screamed deadly precision, but what shocked Creed most was it’s quality.

Ivy extended her hand toward him, and the spear drifted into his grasp. "Take it. Consider it a welcome gift."

Creed froze for a second, genuinely stunned. No awkward refusal. No false humility. This wasn’t the time for clichés like "I can’t accept this!"

He reached out and grabbed the spear firmly.

The moment his fingers closed around the cool metal, a jolt ran through his arm.

The weapon was heavy—really heavy—but perfectly balanced.

It felt like an extension of his own body, designed to move with him instead of against him.

"Stage 1 weapon," Creed realized, his heart pounding with excitement. "This thing’s the real deal."

"Don’t lose that one," Ivy said, smirking just slightly.

Before Creed could thank her properly, a deep, guttural roar thundered through the cave.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, loose stones rattling across the glowing path. Creed spun around toward the sound, his new spear instinctively lowering into a defensive stance.

From the shadows at the far end of the tunnel, massive shapes began to emerge—six towering ice golems, each easily three meters tall.

Their bodies were made of jagged, translucent ice, with sharp edges jutting out like natural armor.

Their glowing blue cores pulsed within their chests, sending out ripples of icy energy that made the temperature in the cave drop even further.

"Show time," Creed muttered, tightening his grip on the spear.

The golems didn’t wait for introductions.

With another synchronized roar, they charged forward, ice cracking beneath their weight with every thunderous step.

Ivy’s voice rang out with authority, cutting through the chaos. "Formation! Mia, hang back and support from range! Twins, take the flanks! Creed, with me—let’s see what that spear can do!"

Creed’s heart surged with adrenaline, his earlier nausea forgotten in the heat of the moment.

The spear in his hands felt like a living thing, thrumming with raw power, and the golems charging toward him weren’t going to wait for him to get comfortable.

"Time to break some ice," he growled, stepping forward into the fight.

Without hesitation, Creed’s hand shot out, summoning Lilith in a flash of brilliant purple light.

The voluptuous, deadly succubus materialized by his side like a loyal shadow, her form crackling with new-found power from her last feeding.

Her sharp eyes scanned the advancing threat with eerie calm, as if she was already calculating every move before it happened.

The team instinctively fell into formation, moving with the ease of practiced warriors.

Creed positioned himself slightly behind Ivy, ready to support, while the others flanked out, creating a defensive perimeter around their leader.

The tension in the air was thicker than the cold mist swirling at their feet.

But before anyone could even make a move, Ivy let out a sharp, almost amused snort when she saw that it was just 6 golems.

A crimson flash illuminated the cave as a red scythe materialized in her grasp.

The weapon pulsed with an unsettling power, the blade sharp enough to slice reality itself.

With the casual ease of someone swatting a fly, Ivy swung her scythe forward in a single, fluid arc.

SHHHHRRRRIIIP!

A shockingly cold beam of blue energy exploded from the scythe, cutting through the air like a blade forged from pure death itself.

It streaked across the cavern with terrifying speed—and in one sweeping motion, all six golems shattered like fragile glass under a hammer.

The frozen titans didn’t even have time to scream!

Their icy forms fractured instantly, chunks of crystalized remains crashing to the ground with thunderous booms.

Shards of frozen debris scattered everywhere, reflecting the glow of the stalactites like falling stars.

Creed stood frozen in place, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

’Holy hell...’ His thoughts were racing, heart pounding like a war drum in his chest.

That wasn’t just power—that was raw dominance!

The ease, the precision, the sheer casual brutality Ivy had just displayed sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

’So this is what a Stage 3 Awakened looks like... I need to get to that level. No, I will get to that level.’

But before his awe could fully settle in, the sound of cracking ice echoed through the cavern once again.

Thirty more golems emerged from the shadows, their cores glowing like malicious stars deep inside their icy chests.

The ground rumbled under their combined weight as they charged forward, hunger and rage pouring off them in waves.

"Let’s move!" Ivy’s voice snapped Creed back to reality.

This time, she didn’t wait for backup—she leapt forward, her scythe a blur of blue light, cleaving through the air like death incarnate.

The rest of the team surged behind her like a tightly coiled spring finally released.

Creed’s pulse skyrocketed. Without thinking, he activated Primordial Link.

Suddenly, purple lightning crackled across his body, arcs of raw energy sparking around his limbs like living chains of destruction.

Lilith mirrored his power surge, wrapping herself in streaks of purple lightning until she looked like a demoness forged from pure electricity.

"Let’s do this, Lilith!"

Together, they launched forward like a thunderbolt.

Boom!

Creed found himself face-to-face with one of the charging Stage 1 ice golems—a hulking beast almost twice his height, with fists the size of boulders and an aura colder than death itself.

The creature swung its massive arm with surprising speed, a crushing blow aimed to turn Creed into a smear on the ground.

CLANG!

Creed met the strike with his new purple spear, the metal vibrating violently in his hands from the force of the impact.

His muscles screamed from the effort as he held his ground, his boots scraping against the icy floor. "Damn, this thing hits like a truck!"

He twisted his body, redirecting the force of the attack to the side, and followed up with a lightning-fast thrust toward the golem’s glowing core.

The spear dug into the ice—CRACK!—but it wasn’t enough to break through.

The golem responded with another furious swing, and Creed barely ducked in time.

The sheer power of the missed attack sent a blast of freezing wind howling past his face.

"You’re tough, huh?" His breath came in ragged gasps, the cold biting into his lungs. "Let’s see how you handle this!"

Channelling every bit of his strength, Creed unleashed a surge of purple lightning down his spear.

The energy arced violently along the metal, glowing brighter and brighter until—

BOOM!

The spear connected with the core again, this time with amplified force.

The lightning exploded outward, shattering the golem’s icy chest like fragile glass. The creature let out a hollow roar before collapsing into a heap of jagged shards.

[You have received 0.5 Strength stat points!]

Creed blinked in shock as the notification flashed before his eyes. ’Wait, what?!’ His heart leapt with excitement.

He hadn’t even used Primordial Exchange, and yet the system had just rewarded him with raw stats!

’This must be the Primordial Extraction function! I can gain stats directly from killing beasts?’

His excitement was short-lived as Lilith struck down two more golems with a devastating blast of lightning from behind him.

The creatures convulsed violently before shattering into nothingness.

Two more notifications appeared:

[You have received 1.0 Strength stat points!]

"Oh, now this is addicting." Creed’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of determination and greed.

Without hesitation, he launched himself toward another golem, the thrill of growing stronger burning in his veins like liquid fire.

.....

Five minutes later.

The battlefield was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. Shattered remains of the ice golems were scattered across the ground like a frozen graveyard.

Every member of the team was covered in slight scratches, dirt, and sweat—but they were very much alive.

Creed stood in the middle of the chaos, panting hard with a wild grin stretching across his face.

His muscles throbbed from exhaustion, but every ache was worth it.

He had received a total of 2.5 Strength stat points!

His fingers trembled as he opened his stat interface and quickly assigned the 2 whole points to Strength.

[Strength: 3 > 5]

The result was immediate. Power surged through his body, his muscles tightening and growing denser with newfound energy.

His limbs felt heavier, tougher, and infinitely more capable. Every inch of his body radiated raw potential.

’Oh man, this... this feels amazing!’ Creed flexed his arm, feeling the newfound power coiled beneath his skin like a tightly wound spring.

’If I keep this up, I’ll be catching up to geniuses who specialize in physique in no time!’

He turned toward the rest of the team, who were already regrouping near Ivy.

"I could get used to this," Creed muttered under his breath, his grin widening as he followed.

This was just the beginning!