Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

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The sunlight peeked through the thin curtains of Creed’s small hotel room, cutting across his face like an annoying reminder that the universe didn’t care how tired he was.

With a groggy grunt, he blinked awake, expecting the familiar, bone-deep exhaustion that usually followed his "feeding sessions" with Lilith.

But something was... off.

Instead of feeling like he’d been hit by a freight train, his body only felt slightly weak—more like he’d done a few too many pushups instead of surviving a full-body beatdown.

His muscles were sore but responsive, and when he stretched his arms over his head, there was none of that usual sluggishness weighing him down.

Wow!

"Huh... I feel... good?" Creed muttered, rubbing his eyes with a mix of confusion and satisfaction.

Then it clicked.

The increase in his strength stat!

Those hard-earned points from slaying that peak Stage 2 golem and the countless stage 1 golems was finally paying off in unexpected ways.

While the constitution stat was usually the go-to for improving stamina and resilience, raw strength made every movement more efficient.

His body required less energy to perform the same actions, and tasks that once drained him now felt noticeably easier.

"So, more strength equals less energy used... I’m basically a human energy-saving mode now." A smug grin stretched across his face.

Feeling like an absolute genius, Creed quickly pulled up his system screen.

.....

[Dimensional Interface.]

Name: Creed Walden

Stage: Awakened (Basic)

Progress: 10/100]

[Talent: Primordial Summoning. (SSS)]

Strength: 20

Speed: 2

Constitution: 5

Energy: 5

[Talent Ability(s).]

- Primordial Summoning.

[Bloodline(s)]

-

[Source(s).]

- Force (Basic)

[Technique(s)]

-

.....

His stats shimmered in front of him, and his eyes locked onto one particular number that stuck out like a sore thumb—Speed: 2.

’Tch. Speed is my lowest stat now?’

Without hesitation, he dumped his free stat point into speed, bumping it up to 3.

Immediately, there was a faint rush through his legs, like his muscles had just been upgraded with an invisible turbo boost.

Every movement felt slightly sharper, quicker, and Creed couldn’t help but throw a few quick jabs in the air.

"Oh yeah, I’m gonna be so much harder to hit now."

After freshening up faster than a caffeinated squirrel, Creed practically launched himself out of the bathroom.

Today wasn’t a day for relaxing—it was shopping day, and for the first time in forever, he had credits to burn!

He shoved open the door to his room with all the grace of a hurricane, but before leaving, there was one small problem to deal with.

His current stay at the hotel was running out soon, and while part of him wanted to rent a full-blown apartment, logic slapped that thought straight out of his head.

Renting a single-room apartment in a Tier 3 Bastion wasn’t cheap—10,000 credits per month, to be exact!

"Yeah, no way I’m spending all my hard-earned credits just to stare at four slightly-bigger walls," Creed muttered.

Instead, he marched up to the receptionist’s desk downstairs and ’slapped down’ 5,000 credits to extend his hotel stay by another 12 days.

Not the fanciest of solutions, but for now, he needed every extra credit for what truly mattered—getting stronger.

Leaving the hotel with a spring in his step, Creed couldn’t help but feel like a man on a mission.

Sure, he was technically rich now—at least by his own low-budget adventurer standards—but not rich enough to go throwing money at every little convenience.

Shuttle rides? Luxury.

"I’ll walk, thanks," Creed muttered as his legs carried him swiftly through the bustling streets of the Bastion.

The city around him was alive with activity, a constant hum of adventurers, merchants, and travelers darting from place to place.

The air buzzed with the energy of people chasing their dreams, living their dreams, or just trying to flex!

Creed’s destination was clear: the Section branch of Empire Enterprise.

The place was massive—like someone had taken a giant pyramid of polished steel and glass and dropped it right in the heart of the Section.

It loomed over the surrounding shops like a monument to capitalism, power, and overpriced goods.

But Creed wasn’t here to admire the architecture.

He was here for Dimensional Runes!

The moment he pushed through the revolving glass doors of Empire Enterprise, the sheer scale of the place hit him like a punch to the gut.

Endless rows of stalls, each one selling something stronger, rarer, or shinier than the last.

Weapons that glowed with crackling energy, armor that shimmered with magical defenses, and vials of serums that promised to make you stronger, faster, or just less dead.

But Creed didn’t get distracted.

His feet carried him straight toward the section that mattered most—Dimensional Runes.

His heart pounded with excitement, and his hands twitched in anticipation.

These weren’t just fancy decorations or overpriced collector’s items. Runes were the gateway to understanding the universe’s most powerful forces.

Intents!

’Through Dimensional Runes, one could comprehend Intents,’ Creed recollected in his mind.

The concept alone was enough to send shivers down his spine.

Intents weren’t mere skills or talents—they were raw manifestations of pure concepts like Destruction, Speed, Ice, Flame, and more.

Learning to harness even the smallest shred of an Intent could push someone leagues ahead of their peers.

At least, the normal peers.

His eyes scanned the shelves as shimmering runes glowed faintly with latent power.

Each symbol pulsed with a unique energy—some cold and sharp like ice, others burning hot with fire, and a few carrying an overwhelming presence of pressure and gravity.

A stupid grin spread across his face as the reality sank in.

He wasn’t just shopping for shiny toys—he was here to evolve.

With a swagger in his step and confidence practically oozing out of his pores, he strutted toward the counter of the Dimensional Rune section like he owned the entire building.

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of ambition and the sheer recklessness of someone who’d just come into money and was about to immediately lose it.

The clerk, a tall, thin man with glasses perched precariously on his nose, barely spared him a glance.

Clearly, this guy had seen a hundred "rich" adventurers swagger in and out with the same smug attitude. But Creed wasn’t just any adventurer.

He was a broke one.

Leaning casually against the counter, Creed cleared his throat, flashing his cockiest grin.

"I’ll take a Stage 1 Spear Intent Dimensional Rune," he declared, as if he was ordering the finest meal at a five-star restaurant.

Now, the thing about Dimensional Runes was that they weren’t just fancy glowing scribbles on stone—they were literal keys to unlocking the deeper forces of the universe.

Sure, some geniuses could sit under a waterfall or meditate on a mountain and suddenly, boom!—comprehension achieved through random flashes of inspiration or enlightenment.

But that method? Unreliable. Random. Pure luck.

Creed didn’t have time to wait around for nature to bless him with an "Aha!" moment. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

No, the smarter—and much faster—way was through Dimensional Runes.

These mysterious symbols were like cosmic cheat codes, etched onto surfaces deep within rifts.

Each rune carried the hidden meaning of a specific concept: Destruction, Speed, Flame, Ice—you name it.

Just by staring at these symbols long enough, letting the intricate patterns seep into your brain, anyone could eventually comprehend the essence behind them.

For Creed, comprehending Spear Intent meant every thrust, jab, and slash would carry more than brute force—it would carry purpose.

His strikes would gain a terrifying edge, guided by a deeper connection to the weapon itself.

Not to mention, he would be able to use spear techniques!

The dream was beautiful.

The price? Not so much.

The clerk finally looked up, adjusting his glasses with the enthusiasm of a snail.

"That’ll be 2,000 credits," he said flatly.

"...Excuse me, what now?" Creed blinked, his confident smirk twitching ever so slightly.

Two. Thousand. Credits!

That was almost half of everything he had left! The cold fist of poverty clenched around his heart like an old friend who just couldn’t let go.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying not to let the wave of financial dread show on his face.

But did he give up? Of course not.

"Fine," Creed sighed. "What about a Stage 1 Lightning Intent Dimensional Rune?"

The clerk didn’t even blink. "Same price. 2,000 credits."

Creed felt his soul take psychic damage.

But he needed that Lightning Intent—badly.

His control over lightning through the Primordial Link was his natural advantage, a talent he couldn’t afford to waste.

Deepening that connection would make his lightning sharper, faster, and deadlier.

In battle, that could mean the difference between victory and becoming tomorrow’s monster chow.

After wiring over his credits, Creed watched in silent agony as his once-glorious 10,500 credits dwindled to a sad, lonely 1,000.

And that’s when the intrusive thoughts kicked in.

’Why am I always broke? Is this my destiny? Am I cursed to live the rest of my life as a poverty-stricken adventurer?’

Creed dramatically imagined himself living in a cardboard box outside a Tier 3 Bastion, begging for spare credits just to afford a stamina potion.

The real kicker? He couldn’t even afford an Aura Core Formation Technique!

Aura was the second fundamental source he really wanted to buy as it was the foundation for strengthening the physique and using body techniques!

Curious—and maybe a little desperate—he leaned closer to the clerk.

"Hey, how much does a Stage 1 Technique go for these days?"

The clerk, without missing a beat: "20,000 credits, minimum."

Creed’s heart shattered like cheap glass dropped from a 10-story building.

Shoulders slumped, pride thoroughly stomped into the dirt, Creed trudged out of the Empire Enterprise building like a man who’d just lost a battle against his own wallet.

Ten minutes. That’s how long it had taken him to go from rich to dirt poor again.

As the doors slid shut behind him, he stood there for a moment, staring at the sky with a look of pure existential despair.

"I was rich... for ten whole minutes," he muttered under his breath, as if mourning the loss of a dear friend.

A passerby gave him a weird look, but Creed didn’t care.

His dreams of luxury apartments and riding shuttles everywhere had been cruelly ripped away by the cold, unfeeling claws of financial responsibility.

And yet... a flicker of determination burned in his eyes.

’No matter how broke I am now, those Runes will make me stronger. Especially when I combine it with my Primordial Essence!’

His frown shifted into a wicked grin. "Next time, I’ll clear a Rift so deep it’ll rain credits."

But first... maybe a cheap meal?