Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

The fifth floor, compared to the chaos of the lower levels, felt like a strange kind of luxury.

It wasn’t quiet by any means since the roars of monstrous beasts still echoed through the hallways, and the ground would tremble from time to time as some unseen guardian stomped past, but for once, Creed and his girls weren’t constantly dodging sneak attacks from other candidates desperate for points.

That alone made it feel like a vacation.

"Ah," Creed grinned while stretching his arms behind his head, "finally a floor where we don’t have to worry about some half-baked wannabe hero trying to jump us every three minutes."

Lilith, who was busy slicing through a horned panther with her scythe like she was peeling an apple, rolled her eyes.

"I kinda miss the idiots, though. They made good target practice."

Tierra, standing nearby and rearranging the floating knives around her, nodded. "At least they were more fun than these things. These beasts are just muscle and teeth."

And indeed, the monsters on this floor were far stronger physically, at least. Some had armored hides thick enough to shrug off boulders.

Others were fast enough to blur like shadows. And the guardians? They were massive, beastly creatures that radiated pressure like walking calamities.

But the difference was that these enemies, despite being stronger, were still... well, predictable.

They weren’t clever. They didn’t scheme. They didn’t have shadow paths, tricky domains, or annoying ice arts like a certain white-haired pretty boy.

Creed had been ready for a hellish floor filled with ambushes, traps, and rival candidates around every corner. But instead? Nothing. Not a single challenger.

Not even one.

That was weird, but also to be expected. It was probably because most of the weaker candidates were either eliminated or stuck farming on the lower floors.

The fifth floor was a graveyard to the unprepared. Even strong ones without a path or domain would struggle here, especially with how scattered the resources were.

So Creed, with his triple-path advantage, his badass summons, and the Flame of Merit burning brightly above his chest like a middle finger to the rules of the tower, basically had the run of the place.

Of course, things weren’t perfect. The gate demanded a whopping 20,000 points just to access the sixth floor. When Creed first saw the price tag on the gate, his jaw nearly fell off his face.

"Twenty thousand?" he yelled, dramatically throwing his spear into the dirt. "Who’s running this place?! The Point Mafia?!"

"Guess we better get back to grinding," Tierra muttered.

"Yay, more beast-slaying," Lilith groaned, twirling her scythe with a yawn.

If the points required to reach the 6th floor was already so exorbitant, the amount to reach the apex floor would be simply horrendous!

So for the next three hours, they went to work, slaughtering monster after monster with terrifying efficiency.

Creed’s Flame of Merit multiplied their gains threefold, and the trio practically turned the fifth floor into their personal hunting ground.

Every slice of Tierra’s space-cutting knife warped reality and diced enemies like paper. Every swing of Lilith’s scythe tore through monsters like a blender on turbo mode.

And Creed? Creed was a spear-wielding nightmare, teleporting across the battlefield, combining his Paths of Killing, Mountain, and Freedom to create combos so ridiculous even he started losing track of his movements.

He was learning more and more about his Paths the more he fought and it was exhilarating!

By the end of the grind session, their combined total had shot up to a mind-blowing 57,000 points, even after paying the gate fee and entering the 6th floor!

"We’re rich," Creed said, arms outstretched as if basking in imaginary golden sunlight. "I could buy a kingdom with this."

"You could also pay off the emotional damage you’ve caused with all your speeches," Lilith smirked.

"Shut it, lightning girl."

"Make me, spear boy."

Before they could start teasing each other like horny teens, Creed finally bought a floor map to locate the gate leading to the seventh floor.

His brows shot up the moment the image unfolded. "This place is massive... Look at this!

The floor is like five times the size of the last one. And the gate’s all the way on the other side. It’s gonna take hours."

"Can’t we just teleport or fly or something?" Tierra asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Unless you can open up a stable long-range spatial tunnel without collapsing the local reality," Creed said with a straight face, "we’re walking."

Tierra narrowed her eyes. "That was sarcasm, wasn’t it?"

"Absolutely."

But just as Creed was about to start leading the group across the wide expanse of the floor, a new sound crackled through the air.

It was cold and metallic, like a divine announcement echoing from the heavens above.

DING.

[Announcement: Nicholas Grey has defeated the Arena Lord of the sixth floor and claimed the title of Arena Lord.]

The air turned still. Even the birds—if there were any—probably stopped mid-flight.

Creed blinked. "...Wait. What?"

Tierra stiffened. "Did it say Nicholas Grey?"

Lilith made a face like she’d swallowed a lightning bolt. "Isn’t that the guy who killed that silver treeman during the first trial?"

Creed nodded slowly, his mind spinning. "Yeah. That’s him. I’ve been keeping an eye out for him ever since. If anyone in this madhouse of a pyramid is a real threat, it’s that guy."

He remembered hearing about Nicholas only once. He was the kind of person who didn’t speak much because he knew he didn’t have to.

He was efficient, terrifyingly calm, and dangerous. And now he was the Arena Lord.

That meant Nicholas had beaten whatever had been guarding the gate before which was probably some terrifying Ai with decades of experience and claimed control over the entire sixth floor.

That also meant... Nicholas had full access to the map. To every candidate’s location. Including Creed’s!

"Welp," Creed said cheerfully, slapping his thighs. "Guess I’m being hunted now."

"Wasn’t that always the case?" Tierra asked dryly.

Creed sighed and shook his head. "So, to recap: the other strongest dude in the pyramid is now Arena Lord, he knows where I am, he’s probably coming for me, and we’ve still got a long walk ahead of us. Wonderful. Just... wonderful."

The sixth floor had just begun, but the storm was already on its way.

The dark red and black hallways of the sixth floor stretched endlessly before them, lit by flickering blood-colored torches that cast long, trembling shadows.

Creed moved forward without speaking, his sharp eyes scanning every crevice.

Lilith walked to his left, her scythe slung lazily over her shoulder, while Tierra floated slightly above the ground to his right, space rippling faintly around her boots.

It was odd. No beasts. No guardians. No candidates. Just the three of them in an ominous maze that looked like it had been ripped straight out of a demon’s castle blueprint.

And that was the first clue something was wrong.

Creed didn’t like quiet. Quiet meant possible traps. Quiet meant someone was watching. And quiet meant someone strong was waiting.

And he could also be wrong and Nicholas had already left for the apex floor already.

That was good news. It meant all he needed now was to reach the gate. And with the help of the floor map he’d conveniently bought with a sliver of his ridiculous point total, he knew exactly where to go.

.....

Meanwhile... somewhere else in the sixth floor’s endless dark maze

Nicholas Grey stood beneath a shattered torch sconce, one hand behind his back, the other stroking his chin as he stared at a glowing rune on the wall.

His hair was a pale gray, and his cloak barely moved despite the breeze creeping through the hallway. His silver eyes were calm, cold, and utterly focused.

"He’s here," Nicholas whispered.

Beside him stood a ghostly knight in obsidian armor, summoned through his new Arena Lord privileges.

The knight said nothing. It didn’t need to. Nicholas could feel the pressure rising. It was like the Pyramid itself was watching this encounter and licking its lips.

"Creed. The wildcard." Nicholas’s lips curled into a thin smile. "Three paths. A flame of merit. Two deadly summons. And a point total that’s definitely high enough to rival mine."

He turned from the wall and started walking down the hall, his steps echoing loudly in the silence.

"But how do you deal with an opponent who already controls the floor you stand on?"

As Arena Lord, Nicholas could manipulate the environment. He could summon elite enemies. Trigger traps. Cut off exits.

But he didn’t want to waste any of that just yet. No, the hunt was more fun when the prey didn’t know exactly when the jaws would close.

Still, Nicholas had one weakness. He was curious. Fascinated by the anomaly that was Creed.

Most candidates barely unlocked one path. Creed had three. Most couldn’t farm more than a few thousand points before getting dogpiled. Creed definitely had over fifty thousand!

"What are you really, Creed?" he asked the empty air. "And how far can you climb before I break your wings?" ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

.....

Creed kept his senses sharp, his eyes scanning every shadow. He had already guessed what was coming.

Nicholas Grey wasn’t just waiting for him at the gate like some smug final boss sipping wine. No, the guy had proven he was smart, ruthless, and the strongest candidate in this whole trial.

And after the system had announced Nicholas as the new Arena Lord of this floor, Creed knew the bastard wouldn’t waste time.

If Creed had been in his shoes, he would’ve done the same and ambushed the only real threat before they could even see the gate.

It was chess, not checkers. Except this time, the board was on fire, the pieces were alive, and the loser didn’t get a second chance.

The goal was to weaken the opponent as much as possible and find out all their trump cards.

And as they turned the next corner, it happened.

The walls themselves split open like jagged jaws, and an army of knights in black and red armor surged out like a swarm of angry hornets.

They were taller than normal knights, their faces hidden behind horned helms, their swords glowing with a chilling crimson edge.

There were over twenty of them, and they moved with eerie coordination that was too clean and too fast. Arena guardians!

"Fan out!" Creed barked, his spear already spinning to life with Killing Path energy.

A crackle of lightning signaled Lilith vanishing in a blur, and space warped subtly as Tierra flicked her fingers and bent reality around her like a silk veil.

The fight exploded into chaos instantly.

Bam! Bang! Boom!

Sparks flew. Metal clanged. Lightning danced across the walls, turning armored warriors into twitching, smoking husks.

Tierra created miniature warps in space, slicing through enemy legs and redirecting attacks at impossible angles.

Creed’s spear became a blur of precision and brutality, carving through ranks like a scythe through wheat.

But no matter how many they dropped, more poured in—endless, tireless, relentless.

It was a trap designed not to kill them quickly but to wear them down, to force them to waste energy, and to catch them when they finally slipped.

And then, from above, it came.

A voice.

"Running late, Creed? What, did the fifth floor tire you out?" It was Nicholas. Cold. Confident. And annoyingly smug.

Creed whipped around just in time to see a figure descending from the ceiling—a tall young man with silver hair and eyes like twin glaciers, his cloak fluttering behind him like a banner of war.

He stood on a blackened arch above the hallway, completely unharmed and radiating the aura of someone who knew exactly how dangerous he was.

Nicholas Grey.

"You should’ve just stayed behind, made peace with second place," he continued, smirking. "But you had to be stubborn. Now look what you’ve walked into."

Creed grinned, despite the situation. "You talk too much."

Then he vanished.

The ring.

One second, Creed was there. The next, he was gone, using his brown invisibility ring to disappear mid-lunge.

Nicholas blinked, caught off guard, but only for a moment. A single gesture unleashed a wave of grey energy, sweeping the area and revealing the invisible Creed just before his spear could connect with his palm.

Rumble!

Their weapons clashed with a thunderous boom, the sheer force sending shockwaves down the hallway.

Lilith and Tierra didn’t waste the opening.

Lilith dropped like a thunderbolt from above, lightning cracking off her body as she drove her knee into one knight’s helm, sending it flying like a metal coconut.

Tierra spun with elegant precision, using a compressed space bubble to trap three knights and implode them like tin cans crushed by an invisible fist.

But it was still getting worse. The enemies didn’t seem to end, and Nicholas himself was holding them back with frightening ease.

"I don’t even need to beat you here," Nicholas said casually, blocking another of Creed’s strikes with a glowing armguard.

"Just need to delay you long enough. The longer you stay, the more exhausted you’ll be when we finally meet on the apex floor. Because we will meet, Creed. This little skirmish? Just foreplay."

Creed’s eye twitched. "Foreplay, huh? You must be fun at parties."

But even as he joked, Creed knew he couldn’t stay. Not like this. The guardians weren’t stopping, and Nicholas was just toying with him.

It wasn’t meant to be a fight to the death, this was a warning shot. A message. And worse... it was working.

No matter how strong Creed attacked, Nicholas was able to easily deflect the strikes with his mere palm!

It didn’t even look like he was trying!

Despite still being a Bronze level awakened, he was able to easily match Creed, especially with the help of the hundreds of guardians who were willing to give their lives to block strikes for him and hold down Lilith and Tierra.

Seeing as things were going, Creed had to make the decision.

"Fall back!" He ordered, pulling both girls with him through a quick warp created by Tierra.

They reappeared halfway across the floor, panting but alive. The guardians didn’t chase. They didn’t need to. Message delivered.

And then the voice came again; clear, cold, echoing through the dark-red hallways from every direction.

"Run all you like, Creed. I’ll be waiting at the top. Come find me... if you’re still brave enough."

It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

Creed clenched his jaw, his spear buzzing faintly in his grip. He didn’t say anything, just turned and stormed forward.

But they both knew, there was nothing else Creed could do but wait for Nicholas to go to the apex floor.

Any attempt he makes to reach the gate would literally drown him in knights with stage 3 silver level prowess!

30 minutes later, after what felt like an eternity of navigating twisting corridors and dead ends, they finally confirmed that Nicholas had gone to the apex floor.

Now they stood before a massive black gate etched with crimson runes.

The final gate before the apex floor.

Above it, written in glowing letters, was a simple message: Pay 50,000 Dominion Points to ascend.

Creed didn’t even blink.

"Do it."

In a flash of flame, their hard-earned points vanished—fifty thousand gone in an instant. But what came next was worth every bit.

The gate shuddered. Groaned. Then opened.

A blinding light swallowed them whole as the trio stepped through.

Toward the apex.

Toward the throne.

Toward Nicholas Grey.

Who will take the throne first?!