Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 60: Illegal Opportunity.

The moment the red haired woman uttered those words; "Follow me.", Creed knew the situation was far from over.

And most likely, his demands would be met.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his blue eyes gleaming with quiet amusement as he followed after her.

Trent and Kent, still bruised and limping, hurried along behind him, though Kent kept shooting murderous glares at Creed every few steps, as if he could somehow burn him alive with pure rage.

Creed, of course, didn’t care in the slightest. He had completely overwhelmed the saber wielding youth when he went all out with his summons.

It had been absolutely one sided, so there was nothing to fear about him. At most, he would just beat him up again!

As they left the combat arena, Creed initially assumed they would exit the Memis Training Hall entirely.

After all, if the red haired woman planned to settle this matter, wouldn’t it make sense to do it somewhere more private?

But to his mild surprise, she led them toward the elevator instead. The moment they stepped inside, she pressed the button for the top floor.

Creed blinked. The top floor?

His expression remained calm, but inwardly, he was slightly shocked.

The top floor of the Memis Training Hall was exclusively reserved for Silver level Awakened and above.

It was a space meant for true elites, those who had already stepped beyond the realm of ordinary Awakened warriors and reached a level of power that most could only dream of.

This meant that the beautiful red haired woman standing before him was at least a Silver level Awakened!

Despite her young appearance, she had already reached such an impressive level of cultivation.

As the elevator ascended, Creed couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

’Damn it. How do some people cultivate so fast?!’

Even though she carried herself with the confidence and maturity of someone far older, Creed could tell that she wasn’t much older than him.

She was at most two years older, which meant she was probably around 20 years. And yet, here she was, already standing at a realm that most Awakened twice her age couldn’t even dream of reaching!

A Stage 1 Silver level awakened could crush the stage 5 monkey in the dimensional rift that was guarding the secret realm extremely easily.

It might not even last 3 moves. Such prowess at such a young age was simply amazing!

Meanwhile, he was still grinding his way through his own cultivation, dealing with lusty summons and life and death rifts.

Life truly was unfair!

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the top floor.

The atmosphere immediately felt different.

Unlike the noisy, bustling lower floors, the top floor of the Memis Training Hall was serene and silent.

The entire hallway was spotlessly clean, the polished floors reflecting the warm, soft lighting above.

The air itself seemed lighter and purer, almost as if the space was designed to enhance one’s focus and concentration.

Lining both sides of the hallway were multiple doors, each one labeled with a number in sleek, silver plating.

The red haired woman didn’t hesitate as she strode forward, stopping at room number 36.

She pressed her palm against a sleek, black panel beside the door, and after a brief second, the lock disengaged with a soft click.

The door slid open smoothly, revealing the interior of the private training suite.

Unlike the extravagant, over-decorated rooms Creed had seen in the past, the red haired woman’s suite was surprisingly simple.

The walls were painted in a calm shade of gray, and the space was furnished with modern, minimalist furniture. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

A single, elegant couch sat in the center of the room, accompanied by a sleek glass table.

To the side, there were five additional doors, likely leading to private training chambers, a meditation space, or perhaps a resting area.

It was clean. Simple. Practical. It was better than Creed’s hotel room by miles and it was simply a training area!

The red haired woman gestured toward the seating area. "Sit."

Creed walked over and sat down on the couch without hesitation.

Trent, still looking like a nervous wreck, immediately plopped down beside him, leaning back against the cushions like he had just survived a near-death experience.

Meanwhile, Kent, still glaring daggers at Creed, deliberately sat down on the chair next to him, his jaw clenched with barely-contained anger.

Creed, however, only spared him a single glance before completely ignoring him.

Instead, his attention remained on the red haired woman, who had taken the main seat across from them, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back with an air of authority.

Then, for the first time since they met, her cold expression softened slightly into a slight smile.

She nodded once. "I am Fiona. These two idiots are my younger brothers."

Creed simply raised an eyebrow. Trent and Kent mumbles something but didn’t even refute.

Fiona continued, her tone still carrying a touch of pride despite the situation. "On behalf of my family, I sincerely apologize for their behavior."

Creed tilted his head slightly, amused. She was apologizing, yet still looked proud. Truly, she was cut from a different cloth than her brothers.

Then she leaned forward slightly. "Now then, let’s get to the point."

Her sharp emerald eyes locked onto Creed’s blue ones.

"What do you want for compensation?"

Creed smirked. He had been waiting for this. Without a moment of hesitation, he said;

"1,000,000 credits."

Boom!

The moment Creed demanded 1,000,000 credits, he didn’t even flinch.

His blue eyes remained calm, his voice unwavering, as if he were simply stating the price of a cup of coffee rather than dropping a seven figure demand.

The atmosphere in the room immediately shifted.

Trent tensed beside him, his face twisting in anger and disbelief, while Kent’s already bruised and bloodied face darkened even further, his glare intensifying like he wanted to lunge across the table and rip Creed apart with his bare hands.

But Creed didn’t care.

This wasn’t just about money. These idiot twins had tried to take his life.

Whether it was inside or outside the Bastion, a murder attempt was still a murder attempt. If he let them off too lightly, they might think he was soft, and Creed was many things, but soft wasn’t one of them.

At least, before they used his weakness against him A.K.A puppy eyes.

1,000,000 credits was the least they could pay if they wanted him to merely ignore them for now and not beat the shit out of them anytime he saw them.

For a moment, there was silence. Then...

"Fine."

Fiona’s voice was light, almost amused, as she accepted the demand without a second thought.

Creed blinked.

...Huh?

’Did she just... accept? Just like that?!’

His mind immediately spiraled into a whirlwind of ridiculous thoughts.

’Wait. Did I name the price too low?!’

If she accepted it so fast, did that mean she would have been fine paying even more?! Should he have asked for 2 million? 5 million? Maybe even 10 million credits?!

’Damn it! Did I just get scammed out of a better deal?!’

But he quickly shook the thought away. No, 1 million was still a great amount.

That kind of money would help him immensely and for a long period of time. He would be able to get superb gear upgrades, resources, maybe even some good cultivation elixirs!

Just as he was about to accept, Fiona suddenly spoke again.

"But... I have a better deal for you."

Creed’s curiosity piqued instantly. He leaned forward slightly, raising a brow. "Oh? And what kind of deal is that?"

Fiona’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile.

"There’s a rift exploration coming up soon," she said smoothly. "An unexplored rift. I have an extra ticket, and I’m willing to give it to you—free of charge."

For the first time in a while, Creed was shocked. His body tensed slightly, his mind racing through the implications.

An unexplored rift.

That was huge!

Unlike regular rifts, which had been cleared and documented by the DMA (Dimensional Management Authority) and then transferred to the Adventurer Union, unexplored rifts were completely unknown.

And most importantly, they were completely illegal to enter without authorization.

Creed’s mind whirled.

The DMA was responsible for clearing newly-formed rifts before they could be opened to the public.

These virgin rifts, as they were sometimes called, contained hundreds of natural treasures—one-time resources that, once taken, would never respawn!

This was why normal, already-explored rifts were far less profitable for individual explorers.

The best treasures were always long gone, taken by the DMA first!

But an unexplored rift?

It was dangerous. Insanely risky. But the potential gains...

If he survived, he could walk away with treasures worth millions!

His heart pounded in excitement, but his rational mind forced him to think it through.

"You do realize this is illegal, right?" Creed asked, tilting his head.

Fiona’s emerald eyes gleamed. "Obviously."

Creed chuckled. ’This woman... she didn’t hesitate at all.’

"And why would you just hand me a ticket like that?" he asked.

Fiona smirked. "Because you’re interesting."

Creed narrowed his eyes slightly. He wasn’t sure what she was playing at, but the offer was too good to pass up.

A regular rift exploration might net him a dozen thousand credits if he was lucky. An unexplored rift?

If he found even one high grade natural treasure, it could be worth millions, maybe even tens of millions!

Of course, it was also filled with unknown threats.

No idea what kinds of monsters, terrain, or environmental hazards were lurking inside. And most importantly, no idea what the taboo was!

It could literally be to not blink more than thrice and every single person that went inside would die!

But Creed wasn’t afraid. Risk and reward went hand in hand. And he wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge.

He exhaled sharply, his blue eyes filled with excitement. "When does it take place?"

Fiona’s smile widened slightly. "A few weeks from now. I’ll contact you with the details if you decide to go."

Creed was silent for a moment, considering.

Then he smirked. "Count me in."