Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 96: Azure Auction (3)

Creed’s eyes burned with pure greed as he stared at the floating silver wisp on stage.

His heart pounded in his chest, his fingers curled into the armrests of his chair as if he were trying to physically restrain himself from jumping up and grabbing it himself.

This... was perfect.

Beyond perfect! This was destiny!

Since the moment he reincarnated into this world, since the first day he decided on a path, he had chosen the Path of the Weaponmaster.

And as a Weaponmaster, his combat power was directly linked to how deeply he understood and connected with his weapon.

But a Spear Domain?

That was next level.

Owning a Spear Spirit would make his combat power skyrocket to terrifying heights, taking him from well above average to being able to contend with Tier 2 geniuses of the same stage!

The boost in battle would be insane, turning him into a walking nightmare for anyone who dared to fight him.

There was just one tiny, very obvious problem.

He wasn’t the only one who wanted it.

Creed’s lips thinned as he glanced around the auction house, already sensing the predatory gazes from the various private booths.

There were too many strong people here and each one of them was definitely thinking the same thing he was.

The hostess, standing elegantly on stage, smiled as she began to explain the item.

"This Spear Spirit," she said, "has a domain range of 500 meters."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd, and Creed’s eyes widened slightly. 500 meters?! That was massive for a Stage 1 Silver-Level spirit.

Most people at this stage were lucky if their domains stretched to 100 meters, maybe 200 at best when it was still at stage 1 silver level.

"And," the hostess continued, "its suppression effect is among the absolute best at its level. However—"

Her tone suddenly shifted, becoming slightly more serious.

"—it is also extremely difficult to bind."

The murmurs died down a little, and Creed’s sharp mind instantly analyzed what that meant.

A spirit that was hard to bind was both a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because it was definitely extremely strong and it also meant that only the strongest, most talented people could successfully control it.

Anyone who managed to form a contract with a difficult spirit would receive far greater benefits compared to a spirit that was easier to tame.

But it was a curse because failing to bind it could lead to horrific consequences.

A spirit wasn’t just an object. It had a will. If it rejected you, the backlash could range from temporary injuries to permanent crippling damage to the mind and soul!

In some cases, people had died trying to tame a spirit that was beyond their level.

Creed watched as a few of the weaker bidders hesitated, some even sighing in disappointment and looking away.

They clearly weren’t willing to take the risk.

But the truly confident ones?

The geniuses?

Creed could already tell that to them, this wasn’t a problem. If anything, they probably saw it as a challenge.

A chance to prove that they were strong enough to dominate a spirit like this.

The auctioneer let the tension settle for a moment before she spoke again.

"The starting bid will be 5 million credits."

And just like that...

The battle began.

"5.5 million!"

"6.2 million!"

"6.8 million!"

The bids exploded immediately, jumping in massive leaps as the more cautious bidders dropped out within seconds.

Creed sat there, completely calm.

This was expected.

A spirit—especially one this powerful—was bound to attract a bloodbath.

He patiently waited, watching as the price steadily climbed higher and higher.

"7 million credits!"

"7.5 million!"

"7.9 million credits!"

The pace of the bids finally started to slow.

Creed’s eyes flashed.

Now. This was his moment.

Without hesitation, he raised his bid.

"8.5 million credits."

A wave of shock rippled through the auction house. The sudden jump from 7.9 to 8.5 million wasn’t normal.

Most people, when the bidding was already slowing down, would inch forward cautiously, increasing their bids in small steps; 8 million, then 8.1, then 8.2, and so on.

But Creed had pushed it forward by a massive 600,000 credits in one go.

Why?

Because he knew exactly how human psychology worked.

By making such a huge leap, he was doing three things:

Intimidating other bidders. Anyone who was hesitant about going any higher would now be discouraged, thinking, "If someone is willing to raise the bid this much in one go, then they probably have way more money to spend than I do!"

Cutting down potential competition. Bidders who might have been willing to add an extra 100,000 or 200,000 credits would now feel like the price was jumping out of their comfort zone way too fast.

Showing dominance. In an auction, bidding aggressively like this was a power move. It sent a message: "I want this. I’m going to fight for this. If you want to outbid me, be prepared to go all in."

For a brief second, the entire auction fell silent.

Creed smirked. Hah. Looks like that scared off a few people. Then, a display cut through the silence.

"8.6 million credits."

Creed’s eye twitched.

Who. Was. That.

He narrowed his eyes in the direction of the bid, though he couldn’t see them through the privacy barriers of the other VIP rooms.

Immediately, crazy thoughts flooded his mind.

’Who is this guy?! Why is he ruining my life?! Just let me have this!!’

’Are you that rich?! You just had to add another 100,000?! That’s pocket change at this point, just let me take it!!’

He had to win this Spear Spirit. There was no other option. He could practically feel it calling to him, promising him untold power, whispering that with its strength, he would be able to stand at the peak of battle.

But there was one problem.

The unknown bidder in Room 16 was making his life a living nightmare.

From the moment Creed placed his bold 8.5 million bid, this mystery opponent had immediately countered with 8.6 million as if they were just playing with him.

Creed’s eye twitched violently.

’Who is this demon in Room 16? Do they not know the sacred rule of bidding? If I want something, you’re supposed to let me have it!’

His mind was already coming up with all sorts of theories. Maybe this person was a spoiled young master, spending his family’s money without a care in the world.

Maybe it was a hidden expert, someone far beyond Creed’s level, just casually flexing their wealth.

Or—worst case scenario—it was someone who didn’t even USE a spear but just wanted to buy it to crush Creed’s hopes and dreams for sport.

The auction hall was dead silent, everyone waiting for the next move.

Creed gritted his teeth. Fine. If this Room 16 wanted to play dirty, then he would play dirtier.

"8.8 million!" he announced confidently, sending his bid through.

A few gasps echoed in the auction hall. Jumping by 200,000 credits at this stage was bold. It sent a message: If you keep pushing me, I’ll make sure this gets even more expensive for you.

But Room 16 was relentless.

Almost immediately, the screen flickered.

"8.9 million!"

Creed’s soul nearly left his body.

’Are you KIDDING ME?!’

His brain went into overdrive. His money was running dangerously low, and if he kept pushing, he might not have anything left at all!

He needed to end this here and now.

Taking a deep breath, he slammed his final bid into the system.

"9.3 million credits!"

A wave of shock ran through the auction hall. Even the hostess on stage raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

Creed had raised it by another 400,000 credits in one go. It was a clear final move.

Now, the only question was: would Room 16 keep fighting?

Seconds felt like eternities.

Creed’s eyes were locked on the bid display, praying to every divine being in existence that the screen wouldn’t change.

Then—

The hammer struck the podium.

"Sold! The Spear Spirit goes to the guest in Room 32 for 9.3 million credits!"

Creed collapsed into his chair, feeling like he had just survived a war. His heart was still racing, sweat beading on his forehead. That was way too close.

’Room 16...’ he thought, ’I don’t know who you are, but you almost made me cry today.’

Lilith chuckled beside him. "You looked like you were about to explode back there," she teased, crossing her arms with an amused smirk.

Tierra nodded, a small smile on her lips. "Honestly, I thought you were going to give up at 9 million."

Creed scoffed. "Give up? Me? Hah! I was just... testing their patience."

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Sure."

Despite their teasing, he could see the pride in their eyes. He had just secured something that would change his entire path.

The Spear Spirit was his.

Now that he had won, he could barely contain his excitement.

With a Spear Spirit, his spear techniques would become terrifying. Every strike would be enhanced, every movement sharper, faster, deadlier.

If he successfully bonded with this spirit, his talent would leap forward dramatically.

He would no longer be a Tier 3 genius—he would reach the level of a Tier 2 genius, standing among those who could shake entire cities with their power.

But what did Tier 2 genius even mean?

Geniuses were classified based on which organization nurtured them.

A genius from a Tier 1 organization which were the top 4 families and the top 3 sects was practically a walking catastrophe, trained from birth with the best resources.

A Tier 2 genius, meanwhile, could easily crush anyone at the same stage and even a few stages higher than them, standing at the peak of their generation.

And now, Creed had a real shot at becoming one.

But then reality came crashing back down on him.

His total net worth had been 9.6 million credits. But because he had to pay 10% to the auction house as a fee, that meant—

He had barely 300,000 credits left.

Creed blinked. Then he sighed.

"...I’m broke again."

Lilith and Tierra burst into laughter.

Tierra patted his shoulder. "At least you got what you wanted, right?"

Lilith grinned. "Yeah, and now you can’t afford even a sandwich." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Creed groaned dramatically, slumping in his chair. "Why does it feel like every time I get rich, the universe finds a way to humble me?"

Still, despite the pain in his wallet, he didn’t regret it one bit. Now, all he had to do was return to the Infernal Ice Bastion and peacefully increase his strength.

An hour later, the auction was reaching its grand finale.

The hostess stood on stage, her voice carrying a sense of grandeur. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the final item of the night..."

A massive purple crown was revealed, shimmering under the stage lights.

"The King’s Crown," she announced. "An artifact that grants the wearer immunity to the Taboo of Dimensional Rifts up to the Peak Mid-Level for one hour."

A stunned silence filled the hall.

Then—

Bidding madness erupted!

"10 million credits!"

"15 million credits!"

"20 million credits!"

Creed watched in awe and horror as the numbers shot up like a rocket.

Finally, the hammer came down at 24 million credits.

Creed sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Man... that’s insane."

Lilith smirked. "What, don’t tell me you wanted it too?"

Creed scoffed. "Of course I did! But I also enjoy having money."

As the event ended, Creed stood up, stretching after sitting for so long.

He left the room and proceeded outside the building since his spear spirit would be delivered to him at his residence for confidentiality and security.

He was in a good mood. Having a banter with his summons and shaking his head as they teased him about being a steak-loving foodie who now had even more competition from them.

Then, he saw them. Coming down the stairs of the last floor was Layla and her ice cold older sister, Amara.

It didn’t take long for them to notice him. When he saw their shocked gazes, Creed smirked slightly at them.

Bet they didn’t expect to see him here, huh?!