Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 101: Steamrolling! [Bonus]

The moment the robotic voice announced the start of the trial, a massive, shaggy wolf suddenly materialized in the distance of about five kilometers away.

It stood there for a moment, its glowing red eyes locking onto Creed, its fur bristling as it let out a deep, guttural growl.

Then, without hesitation, it charged forward at full speed, its claws kicking up dust as it barreled toward him like a furry missile of death.

Creed blinked.

Then he sighed.

This... was pathetic. A Stage 2 wolf? This was supposed to be the big test?

A literal house pet with an attitude problem?

"Alright, I’m already bored." Creed lazily stretched his arms before casually snapping his fingers.

Two brilliant flashes of light appeared beside him, and in an instant, Lilith and Tierra materialized on either side of him.

The two beautiful succubi appeared in perfect synchronization, their dazzling forms practically outshining the entire battlefield.

Lilith, her violet hair crackling with lightning, lazily rested one hand on her hip while inspecting her nails, not even looking at the incoming beast.

Tierra, with her silver hair flowing like silk, merely yawned.

"Okay, which one of you wants to take the first swing?" Creed asked, watching as the wolf continued charging toward them at full speed, snarling with rage.

Lilith and Tierra both casually raised their hands.

"Me!"

Creed sighed. "You can’t both go at once."

Tierra crossed her arms, pouting. "Why not?"

"Because it’s one monster, and I don’t feel like wasting my time watching you two obliterate a furball together."

Lilith smirked. "Then let’s settle this the proper way."

Tierra grinned. "Agreed."

Creed already knew where this was going. They both clenched their fists, locked eyes, and—

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Tierra threw rock.

Lilith threw paper. Tierra froze. Then she gasped in absolute shock. "No way."

Lilith grinned smugly. "Yes."

Tierra sulked, crossing her arms. "Ugh, fine. Whatever. Kill it quickly, Lilith."

Creed sighed again. "Alright, hurry it up. The dumb thing’s almost here."

The Stage 2 shaggy wolf had covered about 4.9 kilometers at this point, its eyes filled with mindless aggression.

It leaped forward, its claws stretching outward, its fangs gleaming, ready to tear its prey apart.

Lilith barely moved.

Then, with an almost lazy flicker of lightning, she vanished from sight.

Before the wolf could even process what happened, Lilith had already reappeared right next to it.

With an almost bored expression, she casually lifted her hand and lightly slapped the wolf’s forehead.

BOOM!

The wolf’s entire head instantly disintegrated. No delay. No struggle. No dramatic final roar.

Just, gone.

Its body collapsed limply onto the ground, leaving nothing but a smoking crater where its skull used to be.

Creed blinked.

Tierra sighed. "Show off."

Lilith smirked, blowing imaginary dust off her palm. "Oops."

Before Creed could say anything, the robotic voice immediately spoke again.

"Next Trial Initiated."

BOOM.

Another creature materialized before them—a five-meter-long crocodile, its peak Stage 2 energy radiating like a furnace.

It roared furiously before immediately charging forward at insane speed, its monstrous jaws snapping with enough force to crush steel.

Lilith didn’t even look at it. She just gently raised her hand and gave it the exact same slap.

BOOM.

The crocodile’s head evaporated.

Its headless body slid forward for another few meters, twitching slightly before collapsing into a heap.

Creed sighed. "This isn’t even a fight at this point."

Tierra rolled her eyes. "It’s not her fault the system is throwing weaklings at us."

Lilith smugly flipped her hair. "I can’t help being this overpowered."

The robotic voice spoke again.

"Next Trial Initiated."

Another three waves of monsters spawned in quick succession.

A Stage 2 lion?

Slap. Dead.

A Stage 2 gorilla?

Slap. Dead.

A Stage 3 bear?

Lilith sighed and finally used two moves this time.

BOOM. BOOM!

The bear exploded. At that moment, a massive floating board materialized in the air.

[Current Bronze Ranking: 94,675,331]

Creed tilted his head. "Huh. So that’s how the ranking system works."

He narrowed his eyes at the number. That meant he had officially entered the top 100 million Awakened still registered as Bronze Level.

Not bad. Not good enough, though.

"Lilith, we need to hurry," Creed said, cracking his knuckles. "I have a flight to catch."

Lilith huffed, crossing her arms. "I’m already moving as fast as possible. The system’s the one being slow."

And as if it had heard her complaint, the robotic voice suddenly spoke again.

"Increasing difficulty mode."

Creed blinked. "Wait, wha—"

BOOM.

Three Stage 3 monsters suddenly materialized in front of them.

A titanic panther with jet-black fur, its eyes gleaming with malice.

A massive centipede-like beast, its exoskeleton gleaming like reinforced steel.

And a colossal serpent, its fangs dripping with venom that hissed and sizzled against the ground.

Creed cracked his neck.

"Finally."

He turned to Lilith and Tierra, grinning. "Guess we’re kicking things up a notch."

Lilith smirked. "Took long enough."

Tierra stretched her arms, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let’s see how fast we can wrap this up."

Creed checked the time left on his dimensional bracelet.

45 minutes.

That was the absolute maximum he could stay here before literally needing to sprint to the carrier point.

The beasts snarled, roared, and charged. Creed grinned.

"Alright, let’s get this over with."

.....

Thirty-five minutes later, Creed burst out of the Zenith Tower, moving at an impressive speed, yet with a smug look plastered on his face.

His black jacket billowed dramatically behind him as he expertly weaved through the crowd, barely avoiding smashing into a slow-moving elderly man who shook his cane at him in protest.

He didn’t even look back. After screaming an apology, he continued on his way. He had places to be, exams to pass, and zero time for apologies.

The moment he got to the street, he frantically waved down a shuttle, practically jumping into its path as it whooshed past.

The sleek vehicle jerked to a halt, and the automated doors slid open with a soft hiss.

"Carrier Port! Ambassador Academy Carrier section! Fast!" Creed hopped in, almost slamming the door shut himself.

As the shuttle accelerated through the busy city, Creed finally took a deep breath and leaned back into the seat, running a hand through his hair.

His mind replayed everything that had just happened in the last hour.

Even he hadn’t expected it to go that well.

Initially, he’d thought the Zenith Trial would require a lot more effort, but between himself, Lilith, and Tierra, the trial had turned into an absolute slaughter.

They had ruthlessly plowed through the virtual beasts, wave after wave, until he’d shot through the rankings at an insane pace.

Before he even realized it, he had already reached the safe ranking zone.

His final rank? Somewhere in the 90,000s.

Not bad. Definitely good enough to pass.

If he had more time to burn, he was confident he could’ve ranked even higher— maybe top 50,000, maybe even higher than that.

But right now? That wasn’t his priority. His only concern was making it to the carrier on time and securing his spot in the damn exam.

After all, nobody actually knew what the exact cut-off for the Ambassador Academy was until they released the rankings.

But if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that top 100,000 had to be safe.

At least, it better be.

The shuttle glided smoothly through the city’s air traffic, and Creed glanced at his dimensional bracelet. The timer was ticking down fast.

If there was even a slight delay, he was going to have to sprint for his life!

The thought alone made him groan.

After another ten minutes of nerve-wracking silence, the shuttle finally pulled up at the Carrier Port. The moment the doors slid open, Creed vaulted out, hitting the ground running.

His boots pounded against the pavement as he navigated the crowd, his sharp eyes scanning the massive signs floating in the air.

There were hundreds of different carriers leaving for various destinations, but he needed one specific sign—

[AMBASSADOR ACADEMY EXAM CANDIDATES – FINAL CALL]

Creed’s heart nearly stopped.

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He took off at full speed.

The massive carrier was right ahead, and the officials were already rounding up the last batch of people.

With one final burst of speed, Creed skidded to a halt in front of the registration desk, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

A cold-looking instructor stood behind the desk, his face completely unreadable as he silently stared at Creed. Then, with zero emotion, the man extended a hand.

"ID card, Zenith ID, and 20,000 credits."

Creed, still catching his breath, didn’t even argue. With a flick of his fingers, his dimensional bracelet flashed, and all three required items materialized neatly onto the desk.

The instructor wordlessly scanned them.

After a few tense seconds, the scanner beeped green.

He nodded slightly and handed them back. "You’re clear."

Creed was just about to sigh in relief when the instructor’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"But next time..." The man’s voice dropped a few degrees. "Learn to manage your time better. There is no place for tardiness in the Ambassadors Academy."

His gaze lingered for a second. "If you even make it in."

Creed, slightly irritated but unwilling to argue, simply nodded. "Understood."

The man dismissed him with a wave.

"Board now."

Creed strode forward, stepping past the checkpoint and into the enormous carrier.

The moment he entered, he was greeted by the sight of dozens of other candidates already seated.

Some were eagerly chatting, some were meditating in silence, and others were curiously watching him.

Creed, not particularly interested in socializing, quickly scanned the rows for an empty seat.

Then he saw it.

An open seat. His only open seat. Right next to...

Creed froze. Then sighed.

"Of course," he muttered under his breath.

Because of all the possible seats in this entire damn carrier...

It just had to be right beside her!