Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

Creed woke up to the sweet scent of sunshine and a weirdly warm pillow under his cheek.

He blinked a few times, stretched his limbs out like a lazy cat, and instinctively reached across the bed, expecting to feel something soft, warm, and adorably clingy.

But his fingers grasped only cold sheets. Empty space. He turned his head, eyes adjusting to the faint morning glow sneaking through the curtains—and sure enough, Meredith was gone.

Just as he’d expected, she’d vanished back into the swirling black tattoo coiled over his chest like living ink.

Creed sighed, but not in a sad way. In a content, slightly smug, and definitely "I just had an amazing night" way.

He flopped back onto the bed, both hands behind his head, and let his mind wander.

Man... that was fun.

Meredith had been so shy at first, constantly fidgeting and asking for permission for everything.

But by the end? She was clinging to him like he was the last slice of chocolate cake in the world, whispering sultry words like he’d just saved her entire bloodline.

It was cute. It was exciting. And it was way more than he had expected for his first night with the divine hexing succubus.

Still, Creed couldn’t help but imagine how much better—no, insane—it could have been if Lilith and Tierra were there too.

A full reunion. All three of his gorgeous summons, shedding their stress, curled up in his arms like loyal, sexy lionesses lounging around their king.

He shook his head, grinning like a fool.

’Soon,’ he promised himself. ’Soon they’ll be back. And when they are, I’ll be even stronger. No more assassination surprises. No more waking up half-dead in cold clinics. I’ll be ready for whatever the world throws at me!’

With that energizing thought, Creed finally rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, yawning as he went.

He washed up quickly; face, hair, teeth, and a good cold splash of water to the face just to fully reboot his brain.

Once fresh and alert, he wandered into the kitchen and began to cook. While Creed was no gourmet chef, he wasn’t totally helpless either.

He pulled out some eggs, vegetables, and rice, whipped up a half-decent fried rice breakfast, and even tossed in a bit of spice for flair.

It wasn’t anything worth writing to a cooking magazine about, but it was hot, filling, and didn’t taste like death. Which, honestly, was a win.

As he munched through his breakfast, he checked his bank balance on the sleek device display that lasted above his table.

The numbers didn’t lie—2.9 million credits, all clean, all his. And that was just his liquid cash.

Once he sold off the loot he’d gathered from all the other academy exam candidates, their unused weapons, their outdated gear, the weird intent runes that didn’t fit his path, he was expecting another two or three million easily.

That’s almost six million credits, he thought, taking another bite. Six million.

For most people, that was a fortune. Enough to buy a high-end apartment, a standard carrier that could fly and sing lullabies, a private chef, and still have leftover cash to invest. But for Creed?

It was a punchline.

Because the funny part was... he didn’t even need it. Not right now. Not with how things had evolved.

His biggest plan had been to use his first major earnings to buy a super high-grade spear. Something flashy and strong. Something with presence.

But now? He already had the Pale Horizon—a True Grade Artifact Spear. The thing was probably worth more than everything in his apartment combined.

It didn’t just look like the weapon of a god, it was the weapon of a god. In a way, at least.

’All I need now is to properly bind with it,’ Creed thought. ’Figure out how to use its special ability. Master it. Make it an extension of my own arm.’ frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Artifact Weapons were usually more difficult to control and handle than normal weapons. This was why he hadn’t used it during the battle with the faceless assassin.

Finishing the last of his breakfast, he tossed on a simple black outfit: clean shirt, lightweight pants, a jacket with hidden spear loops just in case, and then topped it all off with his sunglasses—the special ones that helped cover most of his face.

Ever since he got famous for being the Infernal Ice Bastion’s First Hope Candidate, there were fans outside his apartment almost every day.

Girls. Boys. Reporters. Curious weirdos. They treated him like a rare Pokémon.

Peeking out the window, Creed sighed.

Yep. Still there. A group of about fifteen people, holding signs with hearts, holographic posters of his face, and even one guy dressed up like a Creed cosplay version with a toy spear. Creed wanted to crawl into a hole.

"I need to start teleporting," he muttered.

But for now, Wings of Freedom would do.

He opened the window, muttered "Let’s go," and in one swift burst, vanished into the sky like a streak of light.

His destination? The Empire Enterprise building. The most powerful trading hub in the city.

A sleek, towering skyscraper made of silver and dark glass, glowing softly with runes and guarded by armored awakened sentries.

Creed bypassed the first few floors entirely. Those were for Bronze-level awakened—the beginners, the fresh recruits.

He soared straight up to the Silver-level floors, where everything changed. The architecture was cleaner, quieter, and smoother.

The floors were marble-white, polished so bright he could see his reflection in them. The ceiling was high, trimmed with gold accents, and there were quiet magical fountains bubbling in each corner of the lobby.

The lights weren’t harsh, they glowed like sunlight in the morning, natural and relaxing. No crowds. No shouting.

Just clean, precise, luxurious power.

Creed landed smoothly and walked through the elegant crystal doors.

Immediately, a well-dressed receptionist spotted him and smiled politely. "Welcome to Empire Enterprise, Silver Division. How may I—?"

He didn’t speak. Just reached up, took off his sunglasses, and offered her a subtle grin.

The woman blinked. Her smile froze. Her eyes widened.

"...Hope Candidate... Creed Walden?"

There it was.

The change.

She straightened up instantly, bowed a little too low, and her voice took on a tone of trained respect. "It’s an honor, sir. Would you prefer a private room for your transactions today?"

"Yeah," Creed said casually, sliding his sunglasses back on. "Something quiet. Got a lot to sell."

"Of course, Mr. Walden! Please follow me immediately."

As she turned and led the way through the pristine white halls, Creed smirked to himself.

’Yeah. Being famous has its perks too.’

.....

The doors of the Empire Enterprise building slid open with a soft hiss, and Creed Walden strolled out with the slow, confident walk of a man who had just pulled off something legendary.

The sun hit his shades at just the right angle, casting a dramatic glint across his cheek as the city breeze ruffled his jacket.

In his pocket? A sleek, obsidian-black platinum membership card glowing faintly with embedded runes—proof that he was now a high-tier client of the wealthiest Business empire in the world.

And in his account?

5.96 million credits.

Creed’s grin was sharp enough to slice through metal.

The whole process had gone smoother than whipped butter on a hot skillet.

He’d entered expecting to make maybe two or three million from all the leftover gear and loot he’d gathered from other candidates during the first academy trial.

But when the appraisers saw the sheer quality and variety of what he had, they practically fought over who would get to process the deal.

The haul was better than expected, and Creed’s newfound fame as a Hope Candidate only increased his bargaining power.

They even offered him a top-tier seller’s card—one usually reserved for Gold Level awakened and elite noble houses.

With it, his transaction fees were slashed in half, his access to exclusive stock was unlocked, and best of all, he got insider prices for everything.

He’d walked in with resources and 3 Million.

He walked out with almost seven million credits, the most ridiculous shopping list ever written, and a hunger for power.

And boy, did he start spending.

Creed didn’t just burn through his money. He made it rain credits like a festival god throwing candy at kids.

First came his summons. His loyal girls. They’d bled for him. Suffered for him. They deserved gear worthy of the Legion he planned to forge with them.

He picked up a Basic Grade Artifact Scythe for Lilith—sleek, dark, and curved like the grim reaper’s kiss.

It had a lightning-channeling feature that amplified her strikes with every successful hit. Very her.

Then for Tierra, he snagged a pair of Basic Grade Artifact Daggers, forged from void-forged steel.

Lightweight, balanced, and enchanted with invisibility—perfect for sneaky, stabby fun.

Unfortunately, anything above Basic Grade, like True grade Artifacts, were only sold in high-level auctions—and those required both high status and some serious inside connections.

Not a problem. For now, Basic would do.

Then came the armor.

Creed didn’t cut corners here. He bought high-quality reinforced armor sets for all four of them; himself, Lilith, Tierra, and Meredith.

The sets weren’t flashy, but they were tough as nails, flexible, and enchanted with layered resistance effects.

Fire, lightning, shadow, kinetic, these babies absorbed a bit of everything.

For Meredith, he added a cherry on top: a Basic Grade Artifact Boot Set designed specifically for support units.

It came with spell-weaving balance stabilization and a major speed boost effect—a perfect match for someone who needed to stay alive while hexing enemies to death.

Next came the really juicy stuff: Intent Runes.

Creed walked right up to the Intent Pavilion, flashed his platinum card, and watched as their VIP vaults opened for him like a treasure chest in an RPG.

He bought:

Lightning Intent Runes, Space Intent Runes, and Spear Intent Runes, all the way to Stage 5 (Basic Grade),

Then doubled down and bought the True Grade versions of all three, again up to Stage 5.

That was Silver Level comprehension material. With the help of these and his immense stash of Primordial Essence, Creed planned to push all three of his battle intents to peak Silver, where only true monsters roamed.

He even tried to buy some of the rare Path Fragments—Freedom, Mountain, and Killing. But those were like unicorn teeth.

As expected, none were in stock. Those things weren’t bought. They were earned. Discovered. Stolen in secret wars, or looted from ancient ruins.

But the potions aisle? Oh, he went nuts.

He bought:

True Grade Stamina Serums (recover full physical strength in minutes),

True Grade Healing Potions (regrow flesh and organs like magic chewing gum),

True Grade Poison Antidotes (capable of neutralizing even cursed venom),

Plus a small collection of niche serums—resistance boosters, fatigue blockers, and even a few vials labeled Emergency Overdrive that came with scary warning labels.

Then came techniques.

Creed sat down with an old technique master, explained his combat style, and after a long consultation, walked away with some truly dangerous toys:

[Heaven-Splitting Spiral] – A high-level Spear Technique that launches a spinning vortex slash capable of ripping through layered defenses. With proper charge-up, it could pierce a mountain from thirty meters away!

[Phantom Bloom] – A Spear Mirage Technique that creates illusory afterimages of his spear strikes, confusing enemies while the real attack comes from an unexpected angle.

[Stormstep Veil] – A Movement Technique that let him move in erratic, blink-like bursts. While not as divine as his Wings of Freedom, it didn’t cost as much energy, and could be used for fast dodging or short-range gap closing.

And for melee emergency moments? He grabbed [Crimson Vow: Breaker’s Fist]—a terrifying fist technique that concentrated all of one’s strength into a single punch that shattered armor and left a burning mark that ate away at aura.

It was perfect for surprise counters and smashing smug faces.

Lastly, Creed bought Life Intent Runes for Meredith, something to complement her Divine Hex.

Life Runes boosted her healing and vitality support options, which made her even more of a lifeline during intense battles.

By the time he was done shopping, the Empire Enterprise workers were looking at him like a mythical beast wearing shades and a smug grin. He’d spent more than a million credits, and he’d made every single coin count.

Now, as Creed flew home under the warm evening sky, the weight of his massive shopping haul tucked safely in a spatial storage ring, he felt invincible.

Every breath he took felt sharper. Every heartbeat felt louder. He was no longer just a rising Hope Candidate.

He was building a war team.

A scythe maiden, a dagger demoness, a soul-marking succubus hexer, and a silver-ranked spear lord in training.

And once they all finished syncing with their new gear, cultivating their skills, and upgrading their powers?

No one would be able to stop them.

As his apartment neared in view, Creed let the wind carry his laughter—bold, free, and slightly unhinged.

"Time to get even stronger."