Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 119: Trial Phase 1! (14)

The moment Creed boldly stepped forward and declared that they should crash the party, as if on cue from the heavens—or more accurately, from the universe’s sense of twisted timing—a shadow suddenly cast itself over the group.

Creed barely had time to tilt his head up before his sharp eyes caught the sight of a massive boulder, at least two meters wide, plummeting toward them from the sky like a falling meteorite.

It was a huge hunk of solid rock, and by the sheer size and speed it was descending with, it probably weighed more than a school bus.

The air whistled around it as it tore downward, gravity giving it terrifying momentum. If it landed on someone, it would squish them flatter than a pancake under an elephant’s butt!

Creed and the girls didn’t panic. Instead, they all shared a quick glance of mutual irritation, the kind you give someone who sneezes in your soup.

With a synchronized leap, they jumped out of the way just before the boulder smashed into their previous spot.

Bam!

The ground exploded in dust and flying pebbles as the rock buried itself in the earth and formed a crater the size of a small swimming pool.

Creed, brushing some dirt off his shoulder, frowned.

"We didn’t even do anything yet," he muttered, clearly annoyed. "We were literally just standing here!"

Before he could follow that up with something sarcastic, a loud, overly confident voice rang through the battlefield like an announcement from a drunk magician.

"Meteor!!!"

Creed’s eyebrow twitched. ’Oh, for crying out loud...’

Another giant boulder—this one spinning like a blender—came flying through the air toward them.

Creed followed the voice and saw a short, bald-headed youth charging at them with the enthusiasm of someone who thought he was the main character.

The kid was maybe five-foot-nothing, with a shiny dome that reflected the sun and gave away his location more than his war cry.

Around him, twelve football-sized boulders rotated in perfect orbit like he was the center of a rock-themed solar system.

With a roar, the bald kid raised both hands and yelled, "TAKE THIS!" and all twelve boulders shot forward like missiles fired from a tank, whistling through the air and aiming directly at Creed’s group.

Creed exhaled slowly, as if the universe had just offered him a very dumb puzzle to solve. "Really?"

As three boulders zoomed at him, he didn’t even draw his spear.

Instead, he calmly raised one hand, wrapped it with a dense layer of aura, and slapped the boulders out of the sky like they were balloons filled with helium.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The boulders flew in different directions, slamming harmlessly into the sand.

The others didn’t even flinch. Amara turned one into dust mid-air with a single ice lance, Lilith zapped hers with purple lightning and made it explode like fireworks, and Tierra... didn’t even move.

Her boulders disappeared before reaching her, swallowed into a tiny rift in space like they’d fallen into a cosmic garbage bin.

The bald youth stopped in his tracks.

His wide eyes shook like jelly, and his mouth fell open as he watched his ultimate move get wiped out like it was child’s play.

His thoughts started spiraling fast.

’Wait. Waitwaitwait. What just happened?! Did I... did I just attack a group of monsters by mistake?! Who are these people?! Should I run now? Maybe if I run they’ll forgive me? Maybe they’re merciful?’

He turned.

Tried to bolt.

Too late!

Swoosh!

With a swoosh, a hand stronger than steel wrapped around his neck and lifted him off the ground like he weighed nothing more than a shopping bag.

The bald kid flailed his legs, gasping and struggling, but there was no escaping the grip of death.

Behind him stood Creed, not even winded, staring at the boy like he was a science experiment gone wrong.

"Hi there," Creed said casually. "Mind telling me what the hell’s going on before I yeet you into orbit?"

"P-please wait, senior! I-I was blind! Blind and foolish!" the boy squeaked, his voice cracking in terror.

"Have mercy! Mercy, okay?! I-I was wrong! I deserve death! But not right now! At least let me say goodbye to my mom!"

Creed blinked. "...What?"

Even the others looked confused. Lilith covered her mouth, snickering. Amara rolled her eyes. Tierra looked ready to teleport him straight into the sea just to stop the noise.

"Did you just say... you deserve death but not right now?" Creed deadpanned. "Are you quoting a cultivation drama?"

"I-I grew up on xianxia novels!" the boy cried. "Please don’t kill me! I haven’t even had my first yet!"

Creed groaned and lightly punched him in the gut.

Wam!

The boy squealed like a piglet, wheezed dramatically, and started coughing out apologies.

Creed sighed in secondhand embarrassment.

"Alright, calm down," he said. "Just tell us why everyone’s out here throwing fists and rocks like it’s a discount martial arts tournament."

The boy nodded quickly. "It’s the tickets! We’re all fighting for a ticket!"

Creed raised a brow. "A ticket? To what?"

"To the ferries!" the boy cried. "The three giant ones by the beach! You can’t enter without a golden ticket. The ferries won’t even open unless you have one."

Now that got Creed’s attention. His heart sped up. His mind raced. "Wait... you mean you have to have a ticket to board?"

"Yes!" the kid nodded violently, almost like a bobblehead.

"Each time someone knocks out another participant, right before the final hit lands, the system teleports them away and counts it as a disqualification. The one who did the knock-out receives a golden ticket as a reward. That’s why everyone’s fighting like crazy!"

Creed’s eyes sparkled. Golden ticket? Golden?

He turned slowly to Tierra and gestured silently.

She blinked, then smiled and reached into her spatial dimension. With a flash of light, she pulled out one of the golden crystals they had looted from the treemen’s hideouts.

It glowed with the same radiant brilliance as a freshly-polished sun.

The moment Tierra held up the radiant golden crystal, its shimmering glow caught the sunlight and sent a wave of awe through the bald youth’s face.

His eyes widened like saucers, and his mouth dropped open as if Creed had just pulled a baby dragon out of his pocket.

"T-That’s it!" he blurted out, pointing at the crystal like it was the Holy Grail. "That’s the golden ticket! But—but how do you guys have it?!"

Creed couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out laughing, a deep, satisfied laugh that came straight from his belly.

"HA! I knew it!" he shouted, throwing his head back like a man who had just won the lottery and found out he was adopted by billionaires. "I freaking knew it all along!"

He turned and gave the girls a smug grin that practically screamed, Bow before my genius.

Ever since they got dropped into this trial, he had had a feeling things weren’t going to be as simple as ’just survive.’

Nah. This was too big. Too organized. Too suspicious. There had to be a trick, a hidden condition. Something that most people would miss.

And you know what was the shadiest part? Those golden crystals in the treemen hideouts. The ones they were hoarding like dragon treasure.

The way they guarded them so fiercely? The way they stored them in chests like ancient loot? He had told himself—’Creed, these things are gonna be important.’

So what did he do?

He slapped a palm at his chest with the proudest expression imaginable. ’I hoarded them like my life depended on it!’

Lilith let out a low whistle, her eyes twinkling. "Okay, that’s actually kind of shocking."

Tierra raised a brow. "Kind of?"

Amara rolled her eyes, but even she was smirking. "I’m honestly not even surprised anymore."

Creed turned back to the bald youth, who was now standing still like a frozen NPC, staring at the golden crystal as if it were the last slice of pizza in a world without cheese.

An idea suddenly sparked in Creed’s mind—one that lit up every money-loving neuron in his brain like fireworks.

He leaned closer and smiled like a businessman about to close a juicy deal.

"Hey," he said smoothly, "do you... want to buy the crystal?"

The youth blinked. "Huh?"

Creed held the glowing crystal up to eye level, letting it sparkle dramatically. "You heard me. You need this to board the ferry, right? So how about we make a deal? It’s yours. For a price."

The bald guy looked like Creed had just told him Santa Claus was real and selling Wi-Fi routers. "W-Wait, seriously?! You’re willing to sell it?! Just like that?!"

Behind Creed, the girls stared at him in silent awe. They didn’t even need to say anything—Creed could feel the respect radiating from their eyes.

They were looking at him like he had just invented sliced bread and made it sexy!

"I mean, sure," Creed said casually, brushing a nonexistent speck of dust off his shoulder. "I’ve got a few to spare."

"ANY price!" the bald youth said, pulling out his wallet like he was buying black-market candy. "I’ll pay anything! Just give it to me!"

Creed smirked and mentally questioned Tierra. ’How many do we have?’

Tierra took another look at her special dimension, did a few calculations, then raised an eyebrow.

’Total count: 513 golden crystals.’

Creed couldn’t stop himself. He laughed again, more deviously this time. "Oh yeah. We basically robbed the treemen blind."

Then his expression turned serious—well, as serious as a man could be while plotting mass crystal sales.

"Alright. Here’s the deal. One crystal for fifty thousand credits. Take it or leave it."

The youth’s face immediately twisted. "Fifty THOUSAND?! That’s daylight robbery!"

"It’s also a limited-time offer," Creed replied with a grin.

"We’ve got plenty of crystals, but guess what? There are thousands of participants still fighting tooth and nail out there for even a chance at getting one.

"You? You’ve got the VIP hookup right now, standing right in front of you. I’m giving you front row access. Don’t want it? No worries. I’m sure the guy who just got punched into the sand over there would kill for one."

The boy gritted his teeth, torn between rage and desperation. But before he could say anything else, Creed raised a finger like he was conducting a business seminar.

"Also, fair warning. This is the price for the first batch. After that, each batch will go up by ten thousand credits. So that means, next batch? Sixty thousand. The next? Seventy thousand. Get the picture?"

At that moment, Lilith, Tierra, and Amara all caught the signal in Creed’s eyes and narrowed theirs in response, giving him that silent "we’re alert and ready" nod.

They stood straighter, letting their auras hum just slightly, radiating confidence and strength. The bald youth’s eyes darted between them, swallowing hard.

The pressure alone was enough to make him break into a cold sweat. He could practically see the dollar signs burning behind Creed’s pupils.

Finally, the kid groaned and reached into his dimensional storage.

With a flash, he pulled out a sleek, dark purple bow that gave off a faint shimmer like it had been dipped in moonlight.

"This... is a Quasi Stage 4 Amethyst Night Bow," he said, holding it like it was his most prized possession. "It’s worth at least fifty thousand credits. Can I trade this for a crystal?"

Creed leaned in, inspecting the bow with an appraiser’s eye. It was a good piece—definitely high quality, and probably had some enchanted strings too.

With a pleased smile, he nodded and gently accepted the weapon. "Pleasure doing business with you."

The youth let out a long sigh of relief, but still wore a frown like he’d just sold his childhood teddy bear for rent money.

But as he reached out for the crystal, Creed suddenly pulled it back and gave a sly grin.

"Hold on a second," Creed said smoothly, tilting his head. "Let’s not rush. There’s one more thing..."