Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 31: I’ll Kill You!

Creed’s chest heaved with every breath, each inhale dragging in the biting cold air that cut through his lungs like tiny knives.

His body was battered. Small wounds peppered his arms and legs, his clothes were torn in places, and his hands were swollen and bruised from gripping and swinging his heavy spear for what felt like an eternity.

Every pulse in his wrists throbbed painfully, his fingers numb from the constant recoil of metal slamming into rock-hard bodies.

And yet...

A wide, ridiculous grin stretched across his face like he’d just found the last slice of pizza at a party.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of exhaustion and euphoria. ’This is insane... but I love it!’

Around him, the battlefield told the story of their relentless assault: dozens of ice golems lay in shattered heaps, their cores crushed and scattered like broken glass.

The ground was littered with fragmented limbs, jagged shards of icy armor, and deep gouges in the frozen floor where powerful strikes had landed.

Behind their group stretched a winding trail of dozens of fragmented golem remains.

They had been descending for two straight hours of non-stop combat and endless waves of towering golems with fists that could shatter bones with a single strike.

Creed had lost count of how many they’d crushed by now. Honestly, it was a miracle his arms were still attached to his body.

But none of that mattered.

Why?

Because of this.

A glowing interface flickered across his vision, and just looking at it made Creed feel like he could jump out of his own skin from sheer excitement.

[Strength Stat Gained: +5.5]

Creed couldn’t help but laugh under his breath, the sound echoing awkwardly in the cold, empty space.

’This system... It’s broken. Absolutely broken!’

With Primordial Extraction, he was gaining strength at an unbelievable speed!

Normally, cultivating strong physiques would take months—sometimes years—especially for someone without the backing of a powerful family, organization, or association.

Those elite groups had access to top-tier resources, cutting-edge training techniques, and rare treasures designed to boost their physical body.

But Creed?

Creed had something better—a shortcut straight to the top.

’Forget the elites and their fancy training grounds. I’ll compete with the best of them... and I’ll win!’

There was only one small, nagging disappointment.

As much as he was stacking strength like a madman, he couldn’t seem to extract any other stats from the golems.

No speed, no constitution boosts, nothing except raw power.

’Tch... I get it now.’ His brows furrowed as the realization hit. ’The stat I gain must depend on the physique of the beast. These golems are all about brute strength, so that’s what I get in return.’

Still, he wasn’t about to complain about the most important stat of all. ’Time to level up.’

With a thought, Creed poured all 5 whole stat points into his Strength.

The transformation was immediate.

His muscles tightened, bulging slightly under his worn-out clothes as raw power surged through his body like liquid fire.

His swollen wrists suddenly felt sturdy, and the heavy spear in his hands? Now it felt like a twig.

The weight that had once slowed him down slightly turned into something that complemented his movements perfectly, allowing faster strikes without sacrificing force.

"Oh yeah... Now we’re talking."

A quick glance at his Dimensional Interface confirmed just how far he’d come.

[Dimensional Interface]

Name: Creed Walden

Stage: Awakened (Basic)

Progress: 5/100

[Talent: Primordial Summoning (SSS)]

Strength: 5 > 10

Speed: 2

Constitution: 4

Energy: 5 (30%)

[Talent Ability(s)]

- Primordial Summoning

[Bloodline(s)]

[Source(s)]

- Force (Basic)

[Technique(s)]

-

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’Double digits, baby!’ His grin widened, pride swelling in his chest like a balloon ready to burst. ’Come at me now, golems. I’ll crush you all!’

A voice interrupted his victory celebration. "Not bad, Creed. You and Lilith are doing surprisingly well for two who aren’t even Bronze Awakened yet."

Creed turned to see Ivy, her red scythe resting casually on her shoulder as if she hadn’t been the person slicing through golems like a lawnmower through grass.

She gave him a slight nod, her usual cold demeanor softening just a fraction. "Keep this up, and you’ll be catching up to us sooner than I thought."

Creed scratched the back of his head, his smile turning smug. "Just doing my best not to die, honestly."

The group pressed onward, deeper into the frozen abyss of the cave’s second layer. The air grew colder—so cold that every breath felt like inhaling shards of glass.

But worse than the cold was the creeping, bone-deep urge to sleep that gnawed at the edges of their minds.

The deeper they went, the heavier their eyelids became, as if some hidden force was whispering, "Just close your eyes. Rest a little..."

Creed shook his head violently. ’Nope, not falling for that!’ He clenched his jaw, every ounce of willpower focused on staying alert. ’The taboo... If we sleep, we die.’

Minutes dragged by, their footsteps echoing through the icy tunnel like the ticking of a slow, inevitable clock.

Then, without warning, the tunnel opened up into a massive cavernous space. It was a hollow dome stretching so far above them that the ceiling disappeared into shadows.

They stopped at the edge of the open expanse.

Ivy raised a hand, signaling them to halt. Her voice dropped to a low, serious whisper. "Get ready. This is where we face the first Rift Boss."

Creed tightened his grip on his spear, his excitement returning in full force. "Finally... Now the real fight begins."

His grip on the spear tightened until his knuckles turned white, the cold metal biting into his swollen palms.

Despite the pain and exhaustion weighing down his body, something else burned beneath it all—excitement.

The battle ahead wasn’t just any fight. No, it was a peak Stage 3 ice golem!

A monster made of jagged, frozen armor and sheer brute force that could shatter an entire building with one punch.

Creed knew—he absolutely knew—he didn’t stand a chance in a fair fight. He would get torn apart with a single hit.

But that didn’t stop the fire bubbling in his chest or the grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Let’s see how far I can push myself this time," he muttered, his breath fogging the air like smoke.

And then they saw it.

Or rather—them.

Creed’s stomach flipped.

"What the hell?" Rai’s voice was low, but the edge of panic was clear.

Two towering ice golems, both Peak Stage 2, stood at the far end of the cavern, their eyes glowing with an ominous, pale-blue light.

But that wasn’t even the worst part. Behind them, rising like a frozen god among mere titans, was something far more terrifying.

A Stage 4 ice golem!

It was easily five meters tall, its body a living fortress of jagged glaciers and smooth, glass-like armor plates.

Its core pulsed with an eerie blue glow, each beat sending ripples of frost across its massive limbs.

Every movement it made echoed with the sound of cracking glaciers, and its eyes burned like twin icy stars, void of mercy or thought.

Around its head, spirals of cold mist danced like a frozen crown, giving the creature a horrifying yet majestic presence.

It didn’t need to attack to prove its dominance—its existence alone was overwhelming!

Ivy, usually calm and composed, let out a sharp, venomous curse. "Damn it!"

Such bad luck!

Without hesitation, she charged toward the monstrosity, her red scythe appearing with a flash of deadly light. "I’ll handle the Stage 4! You focus on the other two!"

Creed barely had time to process what was happening before the two Peak Stage 2 golems surged forward like living avalanches, each step shaking the ground beneath them.

"We’ve got our hands full!" Rai growled, gripping her machete tighter.

"No choice but to fight," Creed responded, activating Primordial Link with a thought.

The familiar surge of power flowed through him like liquid fire, and arcs of purple lightning crackled around his body.

His spear vibrated with energy, lighter and faster than ever thanks to his newfound strength.

Lilith appeared at his side, her own body surrounded by crackling purple lightning, her eyes locked onto the nearest golem.

"Let’s go!" Creed roared.

The battle began instantly.

Creed lunged forward, spear aimed at the center of the nearest golem’s chest.

Luckily, the golem’s speed was severely lacking for it’s stage, or else Creed wouldn’t even be able to reach it before getting blasted to death!

Thud!

His weapon struck with precision, the tip digging into the icy armor, but instead of piercing through, it bounced off with a dull, metallic clang.

"Tch—solid as a mountain!" Creed cursed, shifting to the side just as a massive fist came crashing down where he’d been a second before.

Rai appeared like a blur, moving at speeds almost impossible to follow.

Her machete shimmered as she activated her technique, Cleave, slicing across the golem’s thigh with a powerful strike.

Boom!

The attack left a deep gash, but the creature didn’t even flinch.

In an instant, its massive hand swiped out horizontally, and Rai was forced to activate her movement technique, Flicker to escape.

Swoosh!

Her body vanishing from sight for a split-second as she changed directions mid-dash to avoid the crushing blow.

"It’s too tough!" Rai shouted, frustration in her voice. "Even Cleave barely scratched it!"

Lilith unleashed a burst of lightning energy, her body moving gracefully around the battlefield.

She ducked low, her fingers sparking with violent purple energy before she sent a powerful bolt straight into the golem’s chest.

The blast barely caused the creature to flinch, ice merely cracking around the point of impact.

Creed saw the opening and didn’t hesitate. "NOW!"

He charged in, spear thrusting forward with every ounce of power in his body.

The weapon slammed into the cracked ice, and with a flash of purple lightning, the spear pierced through—but not deep enough!

The golem let out a low, guttural roar and retaliated with a backhand swipe that connected with Creed’s side like a freight train.

CRACK!

Pain exploded through his ribs as his body was thrown across the cavern, slamming into the icy wall with enough force to make his vision blur.

His spear clattered to the ground beside him.

"Damn it!" Creed gasped, clutching his side. "Ribs... definitely cracked."

But there was no time to recover.

Lilith and Rai were still holding the line, but they were both clearly struggling. The golem was simply too strong, too durable.

Every attack they landed barely made a dent, and every mistake they made cost them dearly.

Suddenly, in a flash of horrifying speed, the golem swung its massive fist downward, aiming directly for Lilith.

Creed’s eyes widened in terror. "NO!"

Lilith tried to dodge, but she was too slow—the battle had drained her too much.

The fist struck her side, sending her flying like a broken doll across the icy floor. She hit the ground hard, unmoving, blood staining the snow beneath her.

Everything stopped.

Creed’s heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. The cold didn’t matter anymore. The pain in his ribs was forgotten.

All that existed was the sight of Lilith’s still body and the burning fury in his veins.

Was she... dead?!

"You... bastard!" His voice echoed through the cavern like a thunderclap.

Purple lightning exploded around him, brighter and more violent than ever before.

His eyes burned with rage, every muscle in his body tightening with the promise of vengeance.

He didn’t care how strong the golem was. He didn’t care if it killed him next. All that mattered now... was making it pay!

"I’LL KILL YOU!"

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Gift!