Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 102: Welcome To The Big Leagues. [Bonus]

The intercom crackled to life, and a professional yet slightly robotic voice filled the carrier.

"Attention all passengers. We will be taking off shortly. Please remain seated and fasten your safety harnesses."

Creed didn’t even react to the announcement, his expression as unreadable as a blank wall as he casually strolled towards his assigned seat.

His boots made soft, rhythmic thuds against the metallic floor, his gaze locked forward like he had zero cares in the world.

Right beside the empty seat was a face all too familiar for Creed.

Amara.

The Ice Queen herself.

She was still as breathtakingly beautiful as ever, her long, sleek blue hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her perfectly sculpted face.

Her sharp blue eyes were cold and distant, reflecting zero warmth, and her posture was as regal as ever, like she was seated on a throne instead of a carrier seat.

She had one leg crossed over the other, effortlessly elegant, completely absorbed in whatever she was doing on her sleek, ultra thin smartphone.

Creed, however, didn’t bat an eyelid. He didn’t grumble. He didn’t curse his luck. He didn’t even react.

Without hesitation, he sat down beside her and strapped himself in, his movements fluid, casual; like she was just another background character in his life.

For a few moments, there was silence. Then, he heard the smallest gasp. It was quiet, barely audible, but it was there.

Amara had finally noticed who had sat down beside her.

Her head snapped up from her phone, her icy blue eyes widening in shock as she stared at him. For a second, it was as if her brain refused to process reality.

Then, before she could stop herself, the words tumbled out of her mouth.

"You qualified?"

Creed’s eyebrow twitched.

’Oh. Oh. So that’s what we’re doing now?’

He almost let out a sneer. Crazy, truly insane, how she dared to underestimate him!

This girl—this same girl who once acted like he wasn’t even worth the dust on her shoes—really had the nerve to be shocked that he made it?

Hah. Serves her right!

Instead of responding, Creed simply reached into his storage ring and pulled out his headphones. With a flick of his fingers, he put them on and tuned her out completely.

Amara blinked. Then blinked again. She had never, ever been so blatantly ignored before.

Ever.

In her entire life!

People hung onto her every word. They sought her attention, fought for it. And yet, here was this annoying, insufferable man, dismissing her existence like she wasn’t even there.

A flash of genuine fury passed through her icy gaze.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, to fire back at him. But then... she stopped.

Her expression quickly cooled down, her demeanor returning to its usual cold indifference.

Fine.

If he wanted to pretend she didn’t exist? Then she’d just return the favor.

With a soft "Hmph," Amara turned away, flipping her hair over her shoulder and returning her attention to her phone, as if Creed wasn’t even sitting next to her.

Creed, meanwhile, was already vibing to the music.

The smooth bass, the rhythmic beat; perfection.

He casually glanced out the window, watching as the carrier had already ascended into the skies, leaving the ground far below.

The city beneath them was growing smaller and smaller, the vast expanse of blue sky stretching endlessly ahead.

Beside the carrier, silver-level awakened warriors were soaring effortlessly, their bodies glowing with energy as they flew alongside the vehicle, acting as protectors and security.

Their movements were graceful, effortless, like they had complete mastery over the air itself.

For a moment, Creed’s mind wandered.

When would he be able to fly like that?

He was still stuck at the Bronze Level, but once he reached Silver Level, he’d be able to take to the skies just like them.

No more relying on shuttles or carriers. No more worrying about transportation. Just pure, unrestrained freedom.

As he pondered this, a sudden notification popped up in his vision.

[Ding! Your summon, Lilith, is about to evolve. She will be undergoing tribulation in 10 minutes!]

Creed froze.

His entire body went stiff.

Wait.

What?

Before he could even process that, another notification popped up.

[Ding! Your summon, Tierra, is about to evolve. She will be undergoing tribulation in 10 minutes!]

Creed’s eyes widened.

No. No, no, no—what?!

Both of them? At the same time?!

Right now?!

For a second, he genuinely considered the possibility that his mind was just messing with him.

Maybe he had been grinding so hard lately that his brain had finally snapped, and he was just hallucinating wild system notifications out of sheer exhaustion.

That made more sense than this absolute nonsense.

Just to be sure, he rubbed his eyes.

Nope. Still there. Still very real. Still absolutely not supposed to be happening!

His pulse spiked.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He had done his research! He had tested theories!

Lilith had already broken through to Stage 2 before, and back then, there had been no tribulation at all!

By that logic, breaking through to Stage 3 shouldn’t have been any different!

So why now?!

Why the hell did the universe decide that right now, inside a flying carrier thousands of meters in the sky, was the perfect time for both of his summons to trigger a damn heavenly tribulation?!

This timing was so horrendously unlucky that Creed almost felt personally targeted.

He resisted the urge to slam his forehead against the window.

What was he supposed to do now?!

They were still inside the carrier, mid-flight, with at least another hour before landing at the bastion where the exam would be held.

If the tribulation started while he was stuck in here, would he have to face it inside the carrier? That would be insanely dangerous!

If it caused damage to the carrier, would the officials kick him out mid-air to avoid unnecessary risks? Would he be left behind?

Would they just throw him off the carrier and tell him to "figure it out" like a bad action movie?!

Creed’s brain was running at light speed, but he had zero answers.

This was bad.

And he had, what, eight minutes left to fix it?!

Forcing down his rising panic, Creed took a deep breath, unstrapped himself, and stood up.

His movements were steady, confident and calculated. If he was going to solve this problem, he had to stay composed.

Ignoring the curious gazes of some passengers, he turned and walked straight to the back of the carrier, where a few of the Infernal Ice Official Guards were seated.

They were Silver Level Awakened, tasked with ensuring that the flight was secure and protected.

Each one wore dark, Silver level uniforms, their weapons holstered neatly at their sides. Their auras were oppressive, their expressions cold, as if they had seen too much bloodshed to care about trivial matters.

Creed stopped before one of them; a tall, steel-faced man with folded arms, exuding an aura of absolute authority.

Without hesitation, Creed spoke firmly.

"I have an issue."

The guard’s gaze snapped to him, his eyes dark and calculating. Creed continued, his tone serious.

"My summons are evolving. They’ll be undergoing tribulation in a few minutes. What can be done about it?"

There was a pause.

The other guards who had been quietly minding their business suddenly looked up, their expressions shifting.

Evolving summons? Facing tribulation?

Inside a carrier?

The steel-faced guard’s eyebrow twitched. Then, suddenly, his lips stretched into a terrifying, sharp-toothed grin.

His aura shifted. It was not cold and professional anymore, but something wilder. Like a battle-hungry beast was almost about to be let loose.

"You’re in luck, kid."

His voice was deep, gravelly amused.

"You get to do it on the roof."

Creed’s expression froze.

THE ROOF?!

"Hold on." Creed’s eyes twitched. "The roof?"

The guard’s grin widened.

"Yep. We’ll open the emergency access hatch for you. You get up there, face your tribulation, and try not to die. Simple."

Creed felt his soul leave his body.

Tribulation.

On the roof of a flying carrier. At 30,000 feet in the air. With winds powerful enough to rip apart normal humans!

While fighting literal divine lightning.

Creed’s thoughts went completely blank. Then, after a long moment, he managed to say the only logical thing that came to mind.

"...Are you joking?"

The guard let out a deep chuckle.

"Nope. Welcome to the big leagues, kid."

Creed stared at him.

Then at the emergency hatch. Then back at him. This...

This was going to be insane!