Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 57: You Damn Idiot! [Bonus]

Creed’s smile vanished instantly.

The moment his eyes locked onto the red-haired youth standing before him, his entire mood flipped upside down.

His shoulders tensed, his hands curled into fists, and without even realizing it, a faint crackling sound started to fill the air around him.

Small, thin arcs of purple lightning flickered around his arms, dancing wildly like they were responding to his rapidly growing rage.

’This bastard!’

His mind raced back to that moment outside the Bastion.

The day Lilith had just finished her tribulation, and he was still in a vulnerable state, and this piece of garbage had tried to kill him without hesitation!

No words. No warning. Just a straight-up attempted execution like he was some disposable insect.

And now, here he was, standing in front of Creed like nothing happened.

Like they were complete strangers!

Creed’s rage boiled over. His breathing grew heavier, his body locked up like a coiled spring, ready to explode at any second.

His muscles tightened so hard they almost ached, but he didn’t care. The only thing going through his mind right now was a primal, unshakable instinct.

Kill him!

Anyone who tried to take his life was his greatest enemy. And enemies had only one fate.

His eyes darkened, the faint crackling around his body intensifying. Just as he was about to lash out, the red-haired youth finally spoke.

"...Do I know you?"

Creed snapped.

Power surged violently around him as his hand shot forward, grabbing the youth’s collar in an instant.

The force was so sudden and so overwhelming that the red-haired youth’s feet left the ground for a brief second before Creed yanked him forward so they were now face to face.

The youth’s eyes widened in shock.

The entire store seemed to hold its breath for a moment.

Creed’s voice came out low and furious, practically vibrating with barely contained rage.

"You don’t know me?" he hissed, his grip tightening. "Really? You sure about that?"

The red-haired youth’s initial shock quickly faded, and his expression shifted back to indifference. However, there was a faint hint of unease in his eyes.

"...What do you think you’re doing?" he said calmly, though there was an obvious edge to his voice.

"Do you have any idea where we are right now? You’re actually attacking me inside Empire Enterprise?"

Creed didn’t care.

He pulled him even closer, forcing the youth to lean forward. Their faces were now inches apart, Creed’s eyes burning with pure hatred, while the red-haired youth’s expression slowly shifted from arrogance to serious concern.

Because this...

This dude was insane!

Everyone knew that fighting inside Empire Enterprise was financial suicide.

The fines for causing trouble in such a high-class establishment were enough to bankrupt even veteran adventurers.

It was common sense that no one—no matter how strong or prideful—would risk throwing punches here unless they had a death wish for their wallet!

And yet... this lunatic still attacked him.

What was worse, he couldn’t even shrug off the grip!

The red-haired youth instinctively tried to shake himself free, but the moment he struggled, he felt something unbelievable.

Creed’s hand wouldn’t budge.

Not even an inch.

The youth’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t weak, he was also a stage 1 awakened, but right now, it was like trying to pull himself away from a statue made of steel!

Creed’s strength was ridiculous.

The red-haired youth gritted his teeth, trying to move again, but his instincts were screaming at him.

He dared not use source energy, intent, or techniques, because doing so might accidentally damage something in the store, and that would mean an even worse punishment.

Creed’s grip was ironclad. And now, the panic was setting in.

Just then, another person appeared.

A second red-haired youth, identical to the first stepped forward, his expression dark.

"What the hell are you doing, bro?" he demanded, reaching forward to pry Creed’s hand away.

But he failed.

His fingers latched onto Creed’s wrist, trying to pry it loose, but it was like trying to bend a metal bar.

No matter how much force he used, Creed’s grip was unshakable.

Now, more and more people in the store were starting to notice.

The sound of whispers spread like wildfire, and eyes began locking onto the scene. Some were just curious. Others were shocked.

A few were already pulling out their devices, preparing to record whatever insanity was about to happen.

Creed, still dragging the red-haired youth forward, didn’t even look at the second twin. Instead, he spoke in a cold, flat voice.

"Follow me."

And then, without waiting for a response, he turned around and marched straight out of the store, still dragging the first twin with him.

The second twin’s eyes flashed with rage, and for a moment, it seemed like he was about to attack outright.

But then, as if realizing something, he let out a frustrated growl and followed after them.

Because they all knew the truth.

Creed couldn’t actually do anything serious to the red-haired youth inside the city.

The laws were strict, and killing someone here, even if it was justified, would bring disastrous consequences.

But that didn’t mean he was just going to let this brat go.

Not after trying to kill him. Not after acting like it never happened. Not after looking him dead in the eyes and saying, "Do I know you?"

The people around them whispered as Creed stepped out of Empire Enterprise, his grip still locked onto the red-haired youth’s collar, dragging him into the streets like a prisoner being led to execution.

The twin followed, his jaw clenched, his fists tight.

Something big was about to happen.

.....

20 Minutes Later...

In a dimly lit chamber adorned with ancient calligraphy and glowing runic symbols, a breathtaking woman sat in absolute stillness, her fiery red hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall.

She was clad entirely in black, her fitted combat attire hugging her form with an elegance that exuded both danger and refinement.

A broken sword lay before her, its jagged edges pulsating faintly with an overwhelming presence.

Despite its shattered state, it radiated power, the tremendously intricate dimensional rune carved into its surface exuding an aura that could bend space itself.

The woman’s piercing emerald eyes were locked onto the sword’s fractured blade, and a deep concentration settled over her like an unshakable trance.

Her breathing was slow and controlled, her mind diving deeper and deeper into the essence of the sword intent.

She had been at this for days now, and finally—finally—she felt it!

A sensation like a chasm opening before her, an unseen precipice where a single step forward could lead to true enlightenment.

Her heart pounded with anticipation, her soul trembling on the edge of understanding something profound, something that could elevate her mastery to a level beyond mortal reach!

The vastness of the sword’s will started seeping into her consciousness, and for the first time in a long time, she felt as if she was about to breakthrough...

BANG!

The door slammed open with the force of a spatial explosion, the sound so sudden and obnoxiously loud that it felt like someone had physically punched her concentration out of her skull!

Her entire body tensed, the profound sword intent she had been grasping shattering into nothingness like fragile glass.

And then—

"BIG SISTER! BIG SISTER, THERE’S TROUBLE!!!"

A nervous, high-pitched voice shrieked into the room like a banshee that had just stubbed its toe.

The woman’s eyelids twitched so violently that for a moment, it seemed as if she was going to explode into a massacre.

She inhaled slowly, dangerously, before her glacial gaze snapped up toward the red-haired menace who had just destroyed weeks of effort in a single brain-dead moment!

Trent, her utterly insufferable younger brother, stood at the doorway with an exaggeratedly dramatic expression, his hands flailing in distress as if the sky itself was about to collapse.

His crimson hair was in a complete mess, his robes slightly disheveled, and his breathing so erratic that it looked like he had just sprinted across an entire city!

The air in the room froze over.

The woman’s voice was as cold as a blade dipped in the abyss. "Trent."

He flinched. Hard. Oh, he had messed up. He had really, really messed up.

"How many times have I told you," she enunciated every word slowly, "NOT to barge into my room while I am meditating?"

Trent’s entire soul shuddered. He gulped audibly before hurriedly clasping his hands together and bowing so fast it looked like his head might hit the floor.

"I-I’M SORRY, BIG SIS! I REALLY AM! PLEASE FORGIVE ME! I DIDN’T MEAN TO INTERRUPT! BUT—"

She narrowed her eyes, barely suppressing the urge to snap his neck. "But?"

Trent straightened up instantly and waved his arms frantically, his face fraught with panic. "It’s an emergency! Kent is in trouble!"

Her eyes flickered. Kent? Her other pain in the ass little brother?

She sighed heavily, rubbing her temples as she reigned in her murderous intent. "Of course he is."

She wanted to throw something. These brothers of hers were going to be the death of her!

Still, she leaned back and crossed her arms, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Alright. What kind of trouble are we talking about? Did he gamble away his money again? Did he provoke someone important? Did he accidentally start a fire?

"Because I swear to the gods, if it’s something minor, I’m going to throw you into the training pits for a month!"

Trent frantically shook his head, his wildly waving hands almost smacking himself. "No, no, no! It’s worse than all that!"

She frowned, her patience starting to crack. "Then get to the point, Trent."

Trent took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "KENT IS IN THE MEMIS TRAINING HALL!!!"

There was a long pause. The woman blinked once. Then twice.

She exhaled deeply, rubbing her temples even harder. "...And?"

Trent’s hands shot up again, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

"AND HE’S CURRENTLY GETTING HIS ASS KICKED! HE’S PROBABLY GOING TO BE CRIPPLED AT THIS RATE!"

The room went silent.

Then—

"YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID THAT FIRST, YOU DAMN IDIOT!!!"

The woman sprang to her feet, the sheer force of her movement cracking the floor beneath her.

In a flash, she was already leaping out of the room, her body a blur of speed as she practically teleported toward the exit.

Her heart pounded furiously. If something happened to Kent—if some bastard actually dared to cripple her brother—

No. Not on her watch!

"Trent, if anything happens to Kent before I get there, I’m blaming YOU!!!"

Trent let out a pathetic yelp before scrambling after her like a terrified puppy.

As she rocketed toward the Memis Training Hall, one thought echoed in her mind like a deadly promise;

Whoever touched her little brother was about to suffer.

Horribly!