Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 61: Blood Saber.

The room was completely silent.

Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the kind that felt heavy, like the air itself had thickened, pressing down on everyone inside.

The hum of the distant elevator had long faded, and all that remained was the faint ticking of the digital clock on the wall and the soft, almost inaudible sound of Kent gritting his teeth.

His body was tense, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but his eyes, those furious, burning eyes stared blankly into space.

His expression wasn’t just angry anymore. It was changing.

His brows, initially furrowed in frustration, slowly relaxed, the sheer rage in his eyes dimming slightly before something far more dangerous took its place.

Resolution.

Creed’s words, his mocking smirk, the way he had humiliated him in front of everyone—it all played over and over in his mind, each memory stoking the fire in his chest.

For so long, he had walked with a limiter on his power, living as a shadow of what he truly was, always hearing whispers behind his back about how he was "all talk," about how his strength didn’t match his arrogance.

It burned.

And now, it was time to change!

His voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade. "I want to remove it."

Fiona blinked. For a split second, she was actually shocked.

Then, almost immediately, her lips curled into a slow smirk, her emerald eyes gleaming with something close to satisfaction.

"Oh?" She leaned forward slightly, tilting her head. "Are you finally ready to man up?"

Kent didn’t respond immediately, but the fire in his eyes said everything.

Fiona felt pleased. This was what she had been waiting for.

Her younger brother had always had the potential to be terrifying.

He had been born with an SSS-Rank talent—one of the rarest and most broken abilities in existence. Blood Saber.

A talent that was practically made for slaughter!

It granted an extreme affinity with both Saber Intent and Killing Intent, two of the deadliest weapon related Intents in existence.

His saber techniques, when fully unleashed, could cleave through enemies of the same stage like paper, tearing through their very life force itself.

But, there was a reason why he had never used his true power.

The curse of Blood Saber was its insanity.

The stronger Kent grew, the more his blood would boil with bloodlust, the more he would lose himself to madness.

Every swing of his saber would drive him deeper into a frenzy, making him see everyone as an enemy, making him want to kill, kill, kill—until nothing remained!

When he had first awakened his talent, he had nearly killed his own twin!

That was why they had placed the limiter on him. A special artifact; a black anklet that suppressed his talent’s effects.

With it, he could still fight, but his true power was sealed away.

But now, he wanted to remove it.

Fiona leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. She had known this day would come eventually, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

She knew why, of course.

Creed.

That damn brute had humiliated Kent so badly that it had finally broken something inside him.

But instead of just fueling his rage, it had lit something even more powerful; a desperate, burning desire to prove himself.

And if Kent was willing to embrace the risk, to fight against the madness and learn to control it instead of fearing it... then maybe, just maybe, he would finally become the monster he was always meant to be.

Her smirk widened slightly.

"Well then," she said smoothly, "about damn time."

She raised her hand, fingers glowing faintly with a soft red light, and snapped her fingers.

A sharp beep echoed through the room.

The black bracelet around Kent’s ankle flickered. Its smooth surface, engraved with dozens of tiny runes, glowed briefly, before suddenly clicking open and falling off his leg.

The moment it hit the floor, Kent’s body trembled.

A deep, shuddering breath escaped him as his blood started to boil.

His pupils dilated. His irises, originally a dark brown, began turning red, glowing softly, like embers being fanned into flames.

He could feel it.

The power!

The hunger!

It was like someone had just ripped a chain off his soul. The sheer strength surging through his veins was intoxicating, overwhelming, borderline terrifying.

His entire body pulsed with raw energy, like every cell in his body had just been set on fire.

For a split second, his vision blurred.

He could hear his own heartbeat; pounding, erratic, deafening.

And then...

Creed’s smirk flashed in his mind.

Kent’s expression twisted into a snarl.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms so hard that a few droplets of blood dripped onto the floor.

He was going to pay Creed back.

For everything. For the humiliation. For the pain.

For every single mocking glance, every single condescending word, every single moment of disgrace.

He was done being weak. He was done holding back. The next time he faced Creed, he wouldn’t just fight him.

He would break him.

Fiona watched him silently, reading his expression like an open book.

Then, she smiled.

A slow, knowing, dangerous smile.

"Well done," she said, her voice carrying something close to approval.

Then she stood up, walking toward the door. Without looking back, she casually said—

"Come with me. Your real training starts now."

.....

Stepping out of the Memis Training Hall, Creed’s expression was serious.

The usual carefree smirk he wore was gone, replaced by deep thought as his boots hit the paved ground with slow, steady steps.

The bustling bastion outside carried on as normal, people walking, voices chatting, shuttles zipping by, but none of it registered in his mind.

His thoughts were entirely consumed by what lay ahead.

The unexplored rift.

He had learned that the rift was a Peak Low-Level Rift, which meant that only Bronze-level Awakened could enter.

This was crucial information. Silver-level Awakened couldn’t step foot inside, so the exploration teams would consist entirely of Bronze Awakened like him.

While this did mean he wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly crushed by some overpowered Silver Awakened warrior, it also meant that he would have to deal with all the threats inside on his own level.

And those threats weren’t small.

A Peak Low-Level Rift was dangerous. The monsters inside were guaranteed to be stronger than the ones in lower-tier rifts.

Based on what he knew, there were likely to be multiple Stage 5 Beasts lurking inside.

And those things were no joke!

Creed had barely survived against the monkey in the Verdant Night Rift, and that thing was just one Stage 5 Beast.

If this new rift had more than one... yeah, things were going to get ugly.

Which meant he had to get stronger. Fast.

His mind clicked as he connected the dots. Fiona had been too quick to offer him a ticket to the rift exploration.

She clearly wasn’t just being nice. It was obvious that she saw his strength and wanted him inside for a reason.

And it wasn’t hard to guess why. The twins were definitely going.

Fiona probably wanted extra insurance. If Creed was there, then—whether he wanted to or not—his presence alone would reduce the danger they faced.

He wasn’t the type to babysit anyone, but if they were fighting in the same environment, then it was only natural that he’d take out any threats that got in his way.

And that, by default, kept them safer.

Clever.

Also, did he even dare to kill those idiots now that he knew they had a Silver Level sister?!

Heck no!

Creed let out a slow breath. He wasn’t dumb. He could see through her intentions, but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.

The rift itself was an opportunity for him. He had no intention of helping the twins, but if Fiona thought having him there would benefit her, then fine. It worked out for both of them.

But that brought him to the real issue. He had to get stronger before the exploration.

Even with his current strength, stepping into an unexplored rift at Peak Low-Level was like throwing himself into a meat grinder.

No matter how powerful he thought he was, it wouldn’t be enough.

But he wasn’t worried.

Not with the techniques he had just bought. Not with the stat points he could get from Primordial Exchange.

With those two things combined, his strength would skyrocket. By the time the exploration began, he’d be on an entirely different level.

He should at least have strength comfortably at stage 2. That thought calmed his mind.

A small smirk tugged at his lips as he exhaled, his previous solemnity fading slightly. He shook his head.

Alright. Next stop; paying off that damn debt to Alfonzo.

.....

Twenty minutes later.

Creed found himself standing in front of a simple white building.

At first glance, it looked ridiculously plain. If not for the strong aura leaking from it, no one would ever believe that this was Alfonzo’s establishment.

Creed couldn’t help but have a few funny thoughts.

’Seriously? This is it?’

For someone as filthy rich as Alfonzo, this place was laughably small. Sure, back in Moonlake, Alfonzo had been a major player, but this was a Tier 3 Bastion. Compared to the real powerhouses here, Alfonzo was nothing.

And it showed.

The guy had been forced to rent a building in Section 7—not exactly the worst part of bastion, but definitely not the best.

It was a far cry from the flashy, high-class places he had owned back in Moonlake.

Creed snorted.

’How the mighty have fallen.’

Still, he wasn’t dumb enough to think Alfonzo was weak.

Because standing right outside the building were five guards.

Each one of them oozed a strong presence. They weren’t just some random rent-a-thugs. These guys were seasoned killers, their very aura filled with the scent of blood.

Creed’s instincts immediately sharpened.

Even though they weren’t moving, he could feel it. These men were dangerous. If a normal person got too close, they would probably freeze up in fear without even knowing why.

Creed inhaled deeply, rolling his shoulders.

Alright.

Time to handle business.

With calm, confident steps, he strode toward the entrance.

It was time to clear his debts!