Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 23: Survive!

The loud chime of the emergency alarm screamed through every corner of Moonlake Bastion.

It wasn't a subtle warning. It was a shrill, ear-splitting sound that could make even the calmest person's heart skip a beat.

Then came the announcement.

The voice of Commander Veylen, the topmost official of Moonlake Bastion, echoed across every speaker, every screen, every device in the city.

His normally cold, composed voice was filled with something no one expected; regret.

"To all citizens of Moonlake Bastion..."

The room fell silent.

"It is with the greatest sorrow that I must announce... the Bastion will enter a full emergency evacuation."

The words hit like a punch to the chest.

"All citizens are to gather at the Central Port immediately and prepare for departure. Evacuation will proceed based on citizenship priority levels. Please remain calm and orderly..."

The announcement didn't finish before the chaos began.

The once orderly streets of Section 1—the highest section reserved for the military elite and government officials—exploded into chaos.

People ran like ants in every direction, clutching their children, dragging bags of belongings behind them.

Soldiers shouted orders at civilians, trying—and failing—to maintain any form of control.

Sirens wailed, and transport carriers roared overhead, already packed with the highest-tier citizens.

The fear was real now.

Everyone knew what the announcement meant: Moonlake Bastion was going to fall!

And then, Creed stumbled into this nightmare.

He limped through the emergency gate, blood still dripping from the gashes on his arms and legs.

His right shoulder hung awkwardly, dislocated and every breath felt like fire crawling through his chest.

But none of that mattered anymore. The moment he saw the chaos unraveling around him, his heart sank.

No. No, no, no...

He knew what the emergency announcement meant.

That roar.

The one that shook his bones, froze the beasts, and silenced the cannons... It was real.

A Beast Lord was here!

And Moonlake Bastion, one of humanity's Tier 5 strongholds, was going to fall today.

As Creed watched the crowds sprint toward the Central Port, reality hit him like a hammer.

He was a Tier 1 citizen. The lowest of the low.

Despite being lucky enough to already be in Section 1, the area reserved for the highest-ranked military officials and their families, it didn't mean anything.

The evacuation protocols were brutal and simple:

Power and status determined who lived.

The top-tier citizens—Generals, high-ranking officials, wealthy elites—would get the first seats on the evacuation carriers.

People like Creed?

They wouldn't board until every last higher-tier citizen was already off the bastion!

And by then the Bastion would be gone!

The Beast Lord would crush everything before his turn ever came.

Creed's breathing became ragged, shallow gasps of air clawing at his throat. His mind raced.

'I'm dead. There's no way I'll make it out alive. This... this world is broken. Status is survival. I'll die because I was born lower!'

Anger flared in his chest, mixing with the raw panic. His fists clenched, blood trickling from the cracks in his skin.

But giving up wasn't an option.

'No. No, screw that. I'm not dying here. I'll fight, crawl, bleed if I have to, but I'll survive.'

Without wasting another second, Creed bolted toward the Central Port, forcing his shattered body to move.

Every step was agony.

His lungs burned, his legs screamed for rest, but his will was stronger than his pain.

The streets were clogged with people screaming, crying, and shoving. Each person was desperately trying to get to the evacuation carriers before the inevitable end arrived.

The towering skyscrapers loomed overhead, their sleek metal frames now stained with smoke and debris from distant explosions.

Above, the dark sky was painted with streaks of red and yellow energy blasts as the automated cannons continued their futile defense against the tidal wave of beasts outside.

And Creed kept running.

His mind focused on one thing:

Survive.

But as he neared the Central Port, a terrifying realization slammed into him.

The carriers were already leaving.

Massive metal ships, sleek and powerful, lifted off the ground with a low hum, their engines roaring as they disappeared into the sky.

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Only the wealthiest, the most powerful, and those with the highest citizenship tiers were getting out.

His heart sank deeper as the roaring engines of another carrier filled his ears, blasting off with hundreds of terrified people aboard.

He could already see it; the gates closing as the lower-tier citizens were left behind.

"NO!" Creed shouted aloud, forcing his legs to push harder.

'Even if it kills me... I'll board one of those ships!'

The weight of despair threatened to crush him, but Creed's survival instinct was too strong.

This wasn't just about strength or skill anymore. This was about pure willpower.

The crowd thickened as he approached the final boarding gate. Soldiers stood guard, letting through only those with clearance badges for higher-tier citizens.

Creed didn't have one. But he didn't care. He would force his way in if he had to.

Just as he prepared to shove through the chaos, another earth-shattering roar echoed across the entire bastion.

And this time, the ground itself cracked beneath his feet. The sky darkened as a massive shadow loomed on the horizon.

A chill ran down Creed's spine. The Beast Lord was here!

Moonlake Bastion's time had run out!

The ground shook with a force so violent it felt like the entire world was about to split in half.

It wasn't just a tremor. It was destruction incarnate.

The skies above Moonlake Bastion twisted into an ominous swirl of black and red as a monstrous force slammed against the energy dome protecting the city.

Crack!

A sound like a mountain being torn apart filled the air, a deafening sound that seemed to split reality itself.

And then, in a single heartbeat, the unthinkable happened.

The energy dome shattered.

It didn't crack. It didn't weaken. It simply disintegrated—a shimmering wall of light crushed under the weight of something so powerful it couldn't even be classified as natural.

The protection that had kept Moonlake safe for decades... gone in a single strike.

The entire bastion felt it.

The force of the impact was so strong that buildings swayed like they were made of paper.

Windows exploded in showers of glass. People fell to the ground, clutching their heads, ears ringing from the sheer intensity of the beast's arrival.

And in that instant, everyone knew...

The Beast Lord had come!

The beast tide, a relentless wave of claws, teeth, and primal fury, slammed into the outer gates like an avalanche of nightmares.

The ground rumbled with every collision, and even from the central port, miles away from the outer wall, the people could feel the tremors beneath their feet.

The walls groaned under the pressure. The air stank of fear and death.

Civilians screamed as they tried to shove their way toward the departing carriers, but the guards, stone-faced and merciless, held firm.

Only those with high-status clearance could pass. No exceptions. No mercy.

And right in the middle of that chaos was Creed.

His fists slammed against the iron-clad wall of soldiers blocking the ramp, his voice raw from shouting.

"Let me through! I have to get on that carrier!"

The guards didn't even flinch.

One of them, a tall man with a cold glare, shoved him back so hard that Creed stumbled to the ground.

"Lower Tier citizens will have to wait their turn."

"There isn't going to be a turn!" Creed roared, scrambling to his feet. His heart pounded against his ribs like a war drum. "You think a Beast Lord is going to wait for your stupid system?!"

The soldier didn't respond.

Creed's mind spun in desperation. This was it. He was going to die here, not because he wasn't strong enough, but because he wasn't important enough.

Then—

"Big brother!"

The voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

Creed froze, blinking in confusion as the sound repeated itself.

"Big brother!"

A figure shoved past the guards with surprising force for someone so small. A girl, no older than fifteen, with flowing king-blue hair and bright, tear-filled eyes.

Creed's breath caught in his throat.

Her.

He recognized her immediately. She was the same girl he had saved outside the bastion just a day ago.

The same girl who had told him she had no money and was left alone after their brief encounter.

Now, here she was, pushing through the crowd, arms flung wide as she wrapped herself around him in a tight embrace.

"Big brother," she sobbed, her voice trembling. "I thought you wouldn't make it in time..."

Creed was stunned for a moment, staring down at her in disbelief.

'What the hell is she doing?'

And then it clicked.

'She's pretending... She's trying to use her status to help me!'

A wave of warmth surged through him, cutting through the fear. No one had ever done something like this for him before. Not in this cruel world.

Without missing a beat, Creed slipped into the role.

He placed a shaky hand on her head, gently stroking her hair like a true older brother would.

"I'm here now," he whispered, forcing his voice to sound calm. "I'm sorry I scared you. I'll never leave you alone again."

The guards, momentarily stunned by the scene, hesitated. That was the opening she needed.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through the tense moment.

"Layla! Where have you run off to at a time like this?!"

A middle-aged woman appeared, her features sharp and refined, clearly someone of high status.

Her clothes were immaculate despite the chaos around her, and her badge gleamed with the symbol of Tier 4 authority—one step below the highest level in this bastion.

Layla turned, eyes wide but clever.

"I found my big brother!" she said, her voice full of innocent excitement.

The woman blinked in confusion.

"Big brother? What big bro—"

Layla winked quickly, just enough for the woman to catch on.

The woman's expression shifted from confusion to understanding in an instant.

She sighed dramatically, shaking her head like a disappointed guardian, though her eyes gleamed with sharp intelligence.

"I see. Well, we don't have time for questions now."

She turned to the guards.

"He must have lost his identification outside the bastion. Use my authority level to grant him access immediately."

The guards hesitated, but not for long.

With a nod, one of them stepped aside, motioning for Creed to pass.

"Go. Quickly."

Creed didn't waste a second. His heart pounded as he stepped through the blockade, clutching Layla's hand for a brief moment.

"Thank you," he whispered, genuine emotion thick in his throat.

Layla gave him a small, hopeful smile.

"Stay alive, big brother."

As Creed stumbled toward the waiting carrier, his mind couldn't help but linger on the faces of the others left behind.

The Tier 1 citizens still pressed against the gates, shouting, begging, praying for mercy that wouldn't come. Their eyes were filled with the same fear Creed had felt just moments ago.

But that's how this world worked. Power meant survival. Status meant life.

And the rest?

They were left to die.

As the engines of the evacuation carrier roared to life, Creed looked out at the sea of desperate people below. His fists clenched.

'If I live through this... if I survive... I'll make sure I become powerful enough to determine my own fate!'

And with that silent vow burning in his heart, the gates closed behind him...

Leaving the chaos, the desperation, and the dying city of Moonlake Bastion to its tragic fate.

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