Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 99: Battle Of Wills! [Bonus]

[Bonus Chapter For Completing our first Powerstone Milestone!]

Creed stepped back into his training room, his expression unusually serious as he walked toward the center of the dimly lit chamber.

The walls were reinforced with energy-absorbing materials, designed to withstand the most intense Stage 2 training sessions, but this wasn’t just a normal training session.

This was something far more dangerous—something that, if it went wrong, could leave him mentally crippled or worse.

He sat down on the floor, folding his legs into a lotus position, steadying his breathing as he focused his mind.

His space ring hummed softly, responding to his thoughts, and with a faint flicker of light, a small glass vial appeared in his palm.

Inside it, the silver Spear Spirit floated, pulsing faintly like a caged beast, its form shifting ever so slightly as if it were aware of what was about to happen.

Creed swallowed, his grip tightening around the vial.

He wasn’t scared, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous.

This wasn’t like buying a weapon or learning a technique. This was a battle of wills, a clash between him and a sentient entity.

If he failed, the backlash could be devastating. He had heard stories of people who had attempted to bind powerful spirits and ended up in a coma, their souls shattered from the strain.

Some had even lost their minds entirely, their spirits crushed under the weight of the battle. novelbuddy.cσ๓

But he had come too far to back down now.

Taking a deep breath, he reached into his storage ring again and pulled out a pulsing purple talisman, inscribed with intricate runes that flickered with energy.

This was the Binding Talisman.

It wasn’t cheap—far from it. He had paid a scary amount of credits just to get his hands on it, but it was a necessary investment.

Without it, the binding process would be almost impossible—especially for a spirit as strong-willed as this one.

It was a Silver level spirit, after all!

The talisman’s purpose was simple:

It acted as a conduit, allowing the Spear Spirit to enter his mind safely.

It ensured that if he won the battle of wills, the spirit would be permanently bound to him.

And, most importantly, it would weaken the spirit just enough for a fair fight. Still, even with these advantages, the battle was still going to be brutal.

Creed placed the talisman on his forehead, feeling a faint burning sensation as it latched onto his skin, its runes flaring to life.

His heartbeat slowly increased as he mentally prepared himself.

The process was simple in theory but terrifyingly dangerous in practice.

First, he had to open the small compartment at the bottom of the vial.

The moment he did, the spirit would instantly rush out, attempting to escape into the surroundings.

But before it could, the talisman would activate, sucking the spirit straight into his consciousness, where the real battle would begin.

It would be a pure willpower fight; a battle of dominance.

Whoever had the stronger will would win.

If Creed won, the spirit would submit and become his.

If the spirit won, it would break free and escape, and he would be left with nothing but a severe backlash that could leave him unconscious or worse.

Creed clenched his fists. No room for failure.

With one final deep breath, he flicked open the compartment.

The moment the compartment opened, the silver Spear Spirit shot out like a lightning bolt, its energy crackling violently as if it were furious at being confined for so long.

But before it could escape, the Binding Talisman activated!

A powerful suction force pulled the spirit straight into Creed’s forehead, and instantly, his vision went black.

A second later, he found himself standing inside the vast, endless space of his own consciousness.

And in front of him, the Spear Spirit loomed.

It wasn’t a solid being but rather a swirling mass of silver energy, shifting and twisting like a raging storm.

Despite having no face, Creed could feel its hostility, its sheer refusal to be bound. It exuded an overwhelming pressure, so much so that Creed’s own mind trembled beneath its weight.

Creed’s expression darkened. This was no ordinary spirit. Its will was terrifyingly strong.

Then, it attacked.

A sudden wave of pure mental pressure slammed into him like a tidal wave. Creed gritted his teeth, his entire mind shaking under the force of the impact.

It felt like someone had just driven a spike straight into his skull, the pain radiating through every nerve in his body.

But he didn’t back down.

With a sharp exhale, he pushed back, pouring his own willpower into the fight, trying to suppress the raging spirit.

The air around them crackled, the sheer clash of their mental energies creating shockwaves inside his consciousness.

Seconds turned into minutes, each moment feeling like an eternity of suffering.

Creed could barely keep up.

The spirit’s will was like an endless storm, battering his defenses from all angles.

Every time he managed to push it back, it would retaliate with even greater force, making his head feel like it was being ripped apart.

His body trembled, his breathing becoming ragged.

And then, the spirit suddenly weakened, its energy flickering as if it was finally starting to tire.

Creed’s eyes flashed. This was his chance!

With every ounce of strength he had left, he lunged forward, pouring his willpower into a final, crushing attack...

But it was a trap!

The moment he moved, the Spear Spirit’s energy flared violently, and before he could react, a piercing mental shockwave slammed into him!

Wham!

The impact was so sudden and powerful that Creed felt like his very soul had been struck by a thunderbolt. His vision blurred, his entire body jerking violently in the real world.

Blood dripped from his nose, his ears, even the corners of his eyes.

The room spun, dizziness crashing over him in waves. Creed gasped for breath, his mind barely holding on.

’Shit... I might actually lose this!’

The Spear Spirit roared in defiance, its energy burning brighter than ever.

Creed clenched his fists, his body trembling from the sheer mental exhaustion.

But he wasn’t done yet. He couldn’t afford to be. This was his battle and he wasn’t going to lose!

The battle inside Creed’s consciousness was reaching a dangerous tipping point.

At first, it had been evenly matched; mental blow for mental blow, mental counter for mental counter.

But now, the Spear Spirit’s will was gradually overwhelming him.

The sheer weight of its mental force bore down on him like an unstoppable tide, and despite his resistance, he found himself slowly being pushed back.

Each second that passed, his mind trembled under the pressure, and the throbbing pain in his skull only grew worse.

The spirit’s energy pulsed violently, coiling around him like a suffocating storm, pressing against his will, grinding it down bit by bit.

Creed gritted his teeth.

He still had a plan—a risky, desperate plan—but before he could execute it, he needed to weaken this damn thing first.

Right now, the spirit was still too strong, too unyielding, its mental force seemingly endless. If he didn’t drain some of its energy first, even his trump card wouldn’t be enough.

So for now, he had to hold on.

His mind screamed in protest as the spirit’s force crashed into him like an iron hammer, nearly shattering his mental defenses.

The pressure was relentless, like a drill boring into his skull, attempting to crack him open from the inside.

Creed’s vision flickered. His consciousness wavered.

If this kept up, he would lose.

No!

With sheer willpower, he tightened his mental defenses, stubbornly refusing to collapse. Even as his mind felt like it was about to explode, even as pain shot through every fiber of his being—he endured.

And then, when the time was right, he made his move.

Summoning every bit of focus he had left, he activated a Primordial Essence within his soul.

The moment he did, an explosion of clarity washed over him.

Everything shifted.

His mind sublimed into a higher state, his thoughts fusing with the world around him. The pain vanished. The exhaustion disappeared.

His consciousness expanded, becoming limitless, stretching out into the vast unknown. For the first time, his mental force became truly boundless.

It was as if he had become one with the universe.

Creed’s eyes flashed with new power.

His entire mental energy instantly recovered, surging back to full strength, and this time, it was sharper, more precise, more refined than ever before.

The Spear Spirit hesitated for the first time.

Creed attacked immediately.

A devastating wave of mental force shot forward, colliding with the spirit’s energy, cracking through its oppressive power like a thunderclap.

The spirit let out a piercing cry, its form flickering wildly. But it still resisted.

Even as Creed pressed forward with all his might, the spirit fought back viciously, refusing to submit.

It was a brutal, drawn-out war of attrition. Minutes passed, then an hour, and still, the spirit refused to break!

Its mental energy was weaker now, its power clearly diminished from the long struggle, but it still held on, refusing to be bound.

Creed, too, was beginning to feel the strain. His mind, despite its boost from Primordial Essence, was starting to ache. His thoughts were slowing, his willpower flickering at the edges.

Then, the effects of the Primordial Essence began to fade.

Creed felt his strength slipping away.

Not yet. Without hesitation, he activated another one. His mind flared to life again, and his power surged once more.

And so, the brutal cycle continued.

He would fight with everything he had. Then, when exhaustion crept in, he would consume another Primordial Essence and renew the battle.

Again and again!

Another hour passed.

By now, even Creed was beginning to struggle.

The constant push and pull, the endless cycle of attacks and counterattacks; it was wearing him down.

His mind was teetering on the edge of collapse, and yet, the damn spirit was still holding on.

It was absurd.

This was supposed to be a battle of willpower but the Spear Spirit’s will was so ridiculous that even Creed was beginning to doubt if it would ever break.

Then, suddenly, Creed smirked.

He had an idea. He was going to beat it at its own game.

Slowly, Creed began to withdraw his mental force, pretending to grow weaker, as if he was finally at his limit.

The spirit noticed immediately.

Sensing weakness, it launched an all-out attack, pouring every ounce of its remaining strength into a final, decisive strike.

But just as it struck, Creed activated yet another Primordial Essence!

His power skyrocketed.

The sudden surge of mental force caught the spirit completely off guard—and before it could react, Creed launched a devastating counterattack.

A mental shockwave blasted straight into the spirit’s core.

The Spear Spirit let out a piercing shriek, its entire form shuddering violently as its mental energy was severely wounded.

Creed didn’t let up.

Despite the blinding pain, despite his own exhaustion, he kept attacking.

His will hammered into the spirit relentlessly, smashing through its defenses, ripping apart its resistance piece by piece.

The spirit weakened.

It trembled.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, it shattered.

With one final, brilliant flash of light, the Spear Spirit’s energy collapsed inward, breaking apart and flowing straight into Creed’s body.

The battle was over.

But before he could even process his victory, his vision went black.

His consciousness faded into darkness and Creed collapsed into unconsciousness.