Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

The air still shimmered from the violent clash. Stone dust hung like fog. Shattered rock fragments rolled across the floor, some still crackling with leftover energy.

And in the middle of it all, standing tall and completely unbothered, was Creed.

His shirt was fluttering gently from the shockwave, his spear humming with power, and his face lit up with that confident grin that said, Yeah, I just did that.

The red-and-black knight, the so-called mini boss of this area, had exploded into pieces — not blood and gore, but thick chunks of enchanted armor and stone.

The knight’s core had shattered with a final BOOM, sending out a blast of heat and light that carved a crater where he’d stood.

Creed hadn’t even moved from his final stance. One hand gripped his spear, the other hung loose by his side, and his feet were planted like roots in the earth.

All two of his offensive paths; Path of Killing, Path of Freedom, and his shimmering Spear Domain had fused together like old friends coming together for one glorious beatdown, and the result had been pure annihilation.

Above him, like a leaf on the wind, the Flame of Merit floated down lazily.

It spun and danced in the air, flickering with golden-red fire like it had a mind of its own. It reminded one of a proud little diva that refused to land quickly.

Creed rolled his eyes at the dramatic descent but still smiled, and as soon as the flame drifted close enough, he reached out and caught it in his palm.

The moment his fingers closed around it, his badge lit up like a mini sun.

A bright golden light pulsed from his chest and echoed with a chime that didn’t just stop at his ears, it resonated throughout the entire pyramid.

Then the badge spoke.

[Alert! Candidate CREED has acquired the Flame of Merit. Henceforth, all points earned by this candidate will be multiplied by THREE.]

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

Every single candidate inside the Pyramid of Dominion suddenly got a translucent screen in front of their eyes, hovering like a virtual HUD.

On it was a barely-there map that was super vague, like a child had drawn it with a crayon and forgotten half the landmarks, but the most important thing was the red dot in the center.

A red dot labeled CREED.

Every candidate now knew exactly where he was!

Creed sighed like a man who had just invited a few hundred bloodthirsty roommates to a house party. "And here comes the parade..."

But he was ready for it. He was already expecting this.

In fact, the moment the announcement went off, he summoned Tierra through the mark on his chest.

A brief light glowed from his tattoo, and in a flash of shadow and light, Tierra popped into existence like she’d just gotten off a teleport rollercoaster.

She landed, took one look at the flickering Flame of Merit in his hand, and her eyes widened. "So that’s what I sensed? You actually got it?"

Creed just grinned and tilted his hand. "Triple points, baby."

Lilith joined them from the corridor a moment later, stretching like a sleepy cat and tossing her scythe from one hand to the other.

"Good. I was getting bored of chasing weaklings. Let’s turn this floor into a buffet."

Creed chuckled, and then it was time for loot collection.

Both Tierra and Lilith reached into their spatial storages and produced a small mountain of black-and-red coins; the currency that the badge converted into Dominion Points.

These were all the drops from every monster, creature, and idiot they’d farmed over the last few hours while Creed was away.

It was an absurd amount. They literally had to pile it on the ground because it was too much to hold!

Creed’s grin widened so much it nearly broke his face. He eagerly touched the coins with his badge, and they began to convert, fast.

With his new triple reward buff, coins that would normally give him 9 points now gave him 27. Those that used to be 15 points? They now dumped 45 points into his total. It was insane.

He watched his total rise like a rocket.

3,779 points... 5,000... 8,200... 11,000...

Then it hit.

11,445 points just from the coins. Add that to his previous total and...

"15,224 points!" Creed exclaimed, eyes practically sparkling with greed. ’I love this flame. I want to marry this flame. I’m going to name my first kid after this flame!’

Obviously, he was merely joking. His mind was already making serious calculations about his current problems.

Then, suddenly, ding!

A new alert from his badge.

[Point milestone reached. Hidden Store function unlocked.]

Creed blinked. His expression changed. Gone was the playful grin, replaced by the sharp, hungry gleam of a predator discovering a new hunting ground.

"A store, huh?" he murmured. "Let’s see what the pyramid’s selling..."

He activated the store with a single thought, and a sleek, transparent screen materialized in front of him.

Only three items were listed, but each of them made his brain spark with possibilities.

[First item: Floor Map (5,000 Points)]

[A consumable that displayed the layout of the current floor. It wouldn’t show other candidates or enemies, but it would make getting around and finding the gate way easier. Perfect for skipping long grind routes or avoiding time wasting.]

[Second item: Dominion Key (10,000 Points)]

This one needed no introduction. It was a rare key used to activate the throne on the apex floor.

He already had one, and now he could buy another. He needed three total to take control of the final level’s throne.

[Third item: Floor Control Key (30,000 Points)]

This one made his eyebrows rise. A control key that gave full Arena Lord status on the final floor, like what Alan Snow had and it cost a whopping 30,000 points.

Still, Creed already had one so he didn’t need jt either. He already had what he needed to contest for the floor ownership.

Except for the keys!

Creed’s heart beat faster.

He didn’t hesitate. He bought a second Dominion Key, dropping his points down to 5,224.

He paused for a moment at the map, but decided to wait on it. It was useful, yes, but he wanted more information before spending again.

He waved his hand to close the store screen and turned to Tierra. "There’s a gate nearby. You found it too, right?"

She nodded, already sensing the faint pull of spatial energy in the air. "Northwest corridor, about three hundred meters. Past the broken statue."

Creed nodded. "Good. Let’s move."

He turned on his heel and began jogging, his shirt flaring behind him as Tierra and Lilith followed.

The Flame of Merit still pulsed in his hand like a torch, proudly declaring him as the guy everyone should be hunting now—and everyone meant hundreds of candidates spread across this sprawling pyramid.

Candidates armed with ambition, greed, desperation, and way too much free time.

Creed looked at the screen showing his location and sighed, rubbing his temples like a man who had just accidentally turned on his location tracking in a zombie apocalypse.

He could already imagine it — teams of candidates whispering in corners, staring at the red dot on their map like hyenas spotting a wounded gazelle.

Most of them probably had no clue who he really was, but that didn’t matter.

The Flame of Merit wasn’t just a shiny prize; it was a target painted on his forehead, glowing like a beacon to every power-hungry fool in the building.

Staying on this floor was just asking for trouble. There were too many people down here. Too many desperate hopefuls, groups of rookies clinging together for survival, and most importantly, too many eyes tracking his every move.

Even if he could beat them, Creed knew that sheer numbers could become a nightmare. If twenty or thirty candidates decided to jump him at once?

Even he might get caught in some freak accident. A misstep. A lucky hit. A random domain crashing into his own at the wrong angle. No matter how cocky he liked to be, he wasn’t stupid.

And so, his mind spun rapidly, calculating the reasons climbing to the next floor.

First reason? Safety. Moving to the fourth floor would cut down the number of enemies drastically.

Only candidates with a minimum of 5,000 Dominion Points could even access that floor, and most people weren’t even close to that number yet.

The chances of getting surrounded up there were far lower, and Creed could control the battlefield better.

Second reason? Efficiency. With the Flame of Merit, every kill gave him triple points. That meant if he took down stronger beasts on higher floors, his point gain would explode.

Fighting weaklings down here was like swinging a golden pickaxe at mud — easy, sure, but you’d be here all day.

Higher floors meant higher-ranked monsters, which meant higher-value coins, and with his multiplier, he’d be farming like a goddamn jackpot machine. fгeewebnovёl.com

Third reason? Proximity. The throne was on the apex floor. By going up now, he’d physically be closer to that goal, putting him ahead of the curve.

Most candidates were still crawling around these lower levels, grinding their points slow and steady. They wouldn’t dare go up yet. They’d wait.

Hesitate. That hesitation would be Creed’s chance to widen the gap so far, they’d never catch up.

Now, some people might’ve said, "But what about the stronger geniuses on the higher floors?" And yeah, Creed had considered that too.

But here’s the thing: he wasn’t scared of them. Most of them were isolated, cautious, and unlikely to move in groups. Strong, sure, but not reckless.

And even if he did meet some? Well, he had Tierra and Lilith, both of whom were monsters in their own right.

Let them come.

Along the way, they encountered the usual suspects; a couple of overeager youths who thought they could grab glory by ambushing him.

Bam!

They didn’t even last long enough for Creed to bother raising his spear. Tierra blinked once, and three of them were down with dagger holes in their armor.

Lilith swept her scythe lazily, slicing through two more like she was clearing weeds. It was less of a fight and more like brushing off flies.

Only then did it dawn on him how strong he had actually become as compared to most of his mates.

This trial was meant to be fought in groups. Only when they reached the apex floor should it become an individual show down.

Creed finally reached the glowing illusory gate embedded like a stone archway carved with golden runes.

It stood like a silent challenge, humming softly as if it knew only a few had what it took to pass.

He didn’t even blink.

"5,000 points," he muttered, tapping his badge to the gate. The runes lit up in response, and in a flash of golden light, he was gone.

He reappeared a second later on Floor Four, boots slamming onto solid obsidian tiles that echoed beneath him like drums.

The temperature here was cooler, but the air was heavier. Thicker. The lighting was dimmer, with burning torches floating in the air instead of mounted on walls.

The whole place had a quiet intensity that was less chaotic but more lethal.

But before he could even stretch his back—

"THERE HE IS!"

The shout cracked through the air like a thunderclap. Creed’s eyes flicked forward.

Five figures. All youths. All rushing at him with killing intent so thick it could be bottled and sold as cologne.

Their bodies burned with power, their eyes were fierce with determination, and each one had their domains activated.

Fire. Wind. Ice. Shadow. Steel. Their auras slammed into the space like tidal waves, the floor beneath their feet cracking with every step.

Creed’s grin slowly returned.

"Oh. So this is how we’re playing it, huh?" he muttered as he slowly raised his spear and took one calm, deliberate step forward.