Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

The moment Creed stepped onto the Apex Floor, the world shifted beneath his feet; both figuratively and literally. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

A deep hum filled the air, vibrating in his bones, like the heartbeat of something ancient awakening.

The teleportation light faded, revealing a sprawling corridor of shadow-forged architecture.

The walls were an ugly fusion of jagged black stone and glowing red veins, pulsed like molten arteries.

The ceiling arched high, lost in shadows, and the floor beneath his boots seemed to drink in light like a bottomless void.

Even the air was different, heavier, as if the entire floor resented his presence. Immediately after, he summoned Lilith and Tierra as usual, his eyes still taking in his surroundings.

Ding!

Creed’s badge buzzed, and a sharp ding rang in his ears. Instinctively, he raised it.

[APEX FLOOR RULES LOADED]

[Welcome to the Throne Trial. This is the final floor of the Pyramid of Dominion. Only one can claim the Throne.]

[TRIAL OBJECTIVE:

1. Locate and collect Three Throne Fragments to form the base of the Throne.

2. Once the Throne has manifested, activate it using Three Dominion Keys.

3. Sit upon the Throne for a full ten minutes uninterrupted to complete the trial.]

[FLOOR MECHANISM – CONTROL KEY ADVANTAGE:

Whoever possesses the Floor Control Key can manipulate certain terrain hazards, illusions, and summon Eclipse Guardians against others. Only one Controller can exist.

[NOTE: You do not possess the Floor Control. Proceed with extreme caution.]

[WARNING: The other candidate—Nicholas Grey—has already claimed the Floor Control!]

Creed’s eyes narrowed. "Well, that’s just bloody fantastic."

Lilith peered over his shoulder. "So Nicholas has home court advantage, huh?"

Tierra sighed. "That explains the heavy energy flow... He’s already linked to the floor’s system. He’s probably watching us."

Creed muttered, "Let him watch. We’ll give him a show."

But even as he said that, he could feel the pressure mounting.

Unlike the previous floors, there were no casual beasts or scattered enemies here. Everything about the Apex Floor screamed designed.

The air was too quiet. And worst of all, there wasn’t a single other candidate in sight. It was just him... and Nicholas Grey.

This was the finals!

They moved cautiously, the eerie glow of their path leading deeper into a maze-like labyrinth of black-red corridors.

But after just twenty minutes of silent walking, Creed’s eyes narrowed as he stood before a cracked obsidian wall pulsing faintly with violet light.

The hallway leading up to this point had grown quieter with every step, like the very air itself had been holding its breath.

They had followed the pull, literally. Every few dozen meters, his dominion keys had thrummed restlessly in his hands and struggled frantically as if desperate to leave his grasp and fly towards this direction.

After all the chaos they had gone through, all the battles and the endless horde of try-hard cultivators trying to dogpile him for his Flame of merit and points, the idea that they had finally found a clue to one of the throne fragments felt like destiny patting him on the back and offering him a cold drink.

He couldn’t wait to finish this trial and be done with it!

As they stepped into the chamber, the temperature dropped.

Not the chilly breeze kind of cold, but that weird, unnatural kind of cold that feels like it’s freezing your soul instead of your skin.

The walls shimmered with mirrored obsidian, reflecting their images in distorted fragments, like the place was trying to remember who had entered.

At the center of the room sat a pedestal carved from what looked like moonstone, and resting atop it, suspended mid-air, was a crystalline shard shaped like a crescent moon.

Lilith whistled. "That looks like a throne fragment if I’ve ever seen one."

Creed raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever seen one?"

"Nope," she said cheerfully. "But that definitely screams plot importance."

Creed grinned and stepped forward. He was happy to have discovered one of the three fragments so soon.

But the moment he touched the floating shard, the world snapped.

Crack!

The room screamed. Not literally, but the walls groaned and cracked and shifted as though the entire chamber had been waiting for that single touch.

Runes exploded across the floor like angry veins, glowing with a deep red that pulsed with a heartbeat.

The exit vanished behind them as walls slammed shut, and a deep mechanical click echoed like a coffin being sealed.

Tierra’s face went pale. "This isn’t a fragment. This is a damn containment room!"

She was right. The floor started to tremble as the space inside warped. It wasn’t just closing them in, it was crushing them inward!

The room began collapsing into itself!

Dimensions folded, overlapping like jagged puzzle pieces, forming an impossible maze of shifting, sharp-edged mirror shards that spun and twisted in mid-air.

Lilith tried to tear open a path with her lightning-scythe, but the moment her blade met the walls, it sparked and fizzled. The walls absorbed her lightning like a sponge!

Tierra’s attempt to cut the space around them failed too, her spatial cuts bouncing off as if the chamber had locked itself into a closed circuit.

Teleportation was rendered impossible!

Creed’s brain kicked into overdrive. This wasn’t just a normal trap. It had layers.

This kind of trap was clearly designed by someone who expected powerful candidates to barge in with overconfidence.

It was a dimensional collapse zone, tuned to trap even those with domains and force them into relying on their basic instincts.

No teleporting. No slicing out. No space manipulation. Just walls closing in, air growing thin, and time ticking away!

"Creed!" Tierra shouted. "If we don’t do something in the next twenty seconds, we’re going to be folded into origami corpses!"

"Don’t worry," he said, though he absolutely was. "Time for a very tactical retreat."

He snapped his fingers and in a flash, his summons disappeared back into his tattoo.

The room barely gave him a second to act. With one hand, he yanked the brown ring on his finger, whispering the activation command.

His body shimmered and vanished. Not just visually. The ring warped his presence, erased his essence, made him untraceable for a short window.

Then his path of freedom exploded forth!

Shua!

How could he be trapped? With his path of freedom, that was insanely difficult to achieve!

As long as he had the will, he would always be free!

The walls lunged.

Time slowed as Creed, now invisible, darted between the narrowing space like a shadow through a keyhole.

He had no time to be flashy. This was survival. Pure instinct. He moved on muscle memory and sheer gut feeling, twisting and dodging around folding shards of collapsing dimension, every second closer to death.

He felt space close behind him, one inch slower, and it would’ve sliced off a limb. Or three. But with the aid of path of freedom, his whole being was able to glide out of the containment room like he was a formless entity!

And then, light.

Creed burst out of the collapsing chamber in a spray of energy and hit the floor rolling, wheezing like a man who’d just outrun an avalanche of death.

Behind him, the chamber sealed with a final boom, locking away its trap once more like a beast licking its wounds.

He lay there for a moment, chest heaving. And then, he felt a low pulse.

Something stirred in him. That desperate run, that near-death experience, it had aligned something in his soul.

The core of his Killing Path sparked within him, clearer than ever before. He could feel the structure of the path weaving itself, shaping into a pattern; an art.

He clutched his chest, eyes wide. He was so close. Just a breath away from comprehending his first art. He could almost hear it, the melody of killing thrumming through his spear arm.

He would soon comprehend his own art!

But then a cold, mocking voice filled the corridor.

"Enjoying my little toy, Creed?"

Creed rolled to his feet, growling. "Nicholas."

A shimmer of light, and Nicholas’s image flickered in front of them, projected by a floating orb of grey particles.

"You’re here," Nicholas said, arms crossed, his white hair flowing like snow caught in a breeze. "Evaded the first trap. Impressive. But you’re not the only one who’s been busy."

His smirk widened, and two glowing fragments appeared in his hand; jagged shards, pulsing with golden light.

"I’ve already found two Throne Fragments. How many do you have, Creed?"

Creed clenched his fists. "None. Yet."

"Well," Nicholas said, tone smug. "Do hurry. Wouldn’t want the Throne to get cold before you die trying."

The image vanished.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "I hate that guy."

Tierra nodded. "He’s infuriatingly calm."

Creed just smiled. "He’s overconfident. That’s the beginning of his end."

They pressed onward, now with more urgency. The corridor split in multiple directions, but Creed followed the faint pull of the dominion keys.

The fragments weren’t just special objects, they resonated with the key’s dominion signature, and the closer he got, the stronger the pull became.

Time ticked on, and the maze twisted deeper. And then, they felt it.

A rumble beneath their feet. A distant roar. The light dimmed, and the temperature dropped sharply.

They’d reached a large, circular chamber. At the center stood a hulking creature, twelve feet tall, encased in armor made of obsidian and silver bones.

Its head resembled a sun swallowed by a black eclipse, and in its chest floated a glowing throne fragment.

[ECLIPSE GUARDIAN IDENTIFIED]

Threat Level: LETHAL.

Reward: Throne Fragment.

[Objective: Defeat to claim Throne Fragment.

Warning: Target is empowered by Floor Control Mechanism. Enhanced attributes and spatial resistance active.]

Creed’s lips stretched into a grin.

"Well, girls," he said, pulling out his spear. "Looks like Nicholas just sent us his best welcome gift."

Lilith cracked her neck, lightning dancing on her fingertips. "I say we send it back."

Tierra’s eyes shimmered with space runes. "In pieces."

Creed leveled his spear, heart pounding, killing path whispering secrets in his ear.

"Let’s take our first step to the throne."