Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 104: Welcome To Parisia, Fellas!

Creed felt weird.

Every single pair of eyes in the carrier was glued to him, their expressions frozen in pure, undiluted shock.

It was honestly kind of funny.

He had barely even done anything, really. He just obliterated a few bolts of heavenly lightning, shook the sky a little, and maybe—just maybe—caused the carrier to vibrate despite it being ad heavy as hell.

And now everyone was staring at him like he had just grown a second head.

Creed held back a smirk. Of course, they were shocked. They were all just side characters watching the protagonist do his thing.

He could almost hear their internal monologues.

"W-Who is this guy?!"

"How did he do that?!"

"Did he just treat a tribulation like it was a morning workout?!"

Creed remained expressionless. On the outside, he looked perfectly calm and unbothered, as if this was just another casual Tuesday.

But on the inside? He was feeling extremely smug. Not that he was going to let anyone see that, of course.

With a relaxed gait, Creed simply walked back to his seat, ignoring the hushed whispers and subtle glances being exchanged around him.

When he finally sat down, he noticed that Amara, too, was staring at him with mild shock.

That was rare.

Normally, she had the whole "ice queen" thing going on; expression cold, emotions locked behind a fortress.

Yet now, there was a crack in that cool exterior, her usually indifferent eyes flickering with something that almost looked like... curiosity?

Creed, naturally, ignored her.

Instead, he calmly put his headphones back on, leaned back slightly, and opened his system notifications.

Then, his eyes lit up.

[Congratulations! You have gained 20 Free Stat Points and 20 Primordial Essence from helping your summon Lilith complete her tribulation!]

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Creed grinned. That was a good reward. Very good.

Stat points were always very valuable, but the Primordial Essence was the real prize here.

It was an extremely rare resource that could only be obtained through very specific methods, and it was incredibly useful for upgrading his intents, sources and advancing his path.

With these new stat points, his already monstrous physical strength would increase even further.

That being said...

Creed sighed.

Even with all these new points, he was still nowhere close to breaking through to Stage 5 Physique.

To reach Stage 5, he needed at least 201 stat points in a single physical attribute. And he was still very, very far from that number.

But that was fine. His Stage 4 Physique was already ridiculous.

He doubted that even the so-called "Tier 1 Geniuses"—the elite prodigies who had spent their entire lives honing their bodies could do much better than him at this stage.

Not unless they had some absurd bloodline or external cheat. Which, let’s be honest, was always a possibility in this world.

Still. He was making insane progress and he knew it.

As Creed continued scrolling through his notifications, Amara, on the other hand, was deep in thought.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. About how much stronger he had become.

A few months ago, when she had first met him, his power was so far below hers that she could have defeated him in a single move.

Back then, she hadn’t even considered him a rival. He was just another random awakened, struggling to find his place in the world.

And now?

Now she wasn’t even sure she could beat him!

Because deep down, she knew he definitely hadn’t used his full strength.

That realization sent a chill down her spine.

How?

How did he grow so strong, so fast?!

Amara clenched her fists. She refused to be left behind.

If Creed had reached this level in just a few months, then that meant she had to push herself even harder.

Because no matter what, she wouldn’t let him surpass her.

She wouldn’t!

.....

After several hours of travel, the carrier’s intercom crackled to life with a sharp, mechanical voice.

"Attention all passengers. We have officially reached our destination. Initiating landing protocols. Please remain seated and prepare for descent."

Creed felt it immediately.

The slow, steady drop as the massive carrier began its descent, the way gravity pulled him slightly forward, and the subtle shift in pressure that made his ears pop.

He exhaled softly and reached up, removing his earphones and storing them back into his spatial ring.

And then it hit him. That creeping feeling of excitement and just a little bit of nervousness.

He was finally here. The exams were about to begin, and he would finally meet them.

The true Tier 1 geniuses. The monsters of his generation. Unlike the average awakened, these people weren’t just talented.

They were specially trained, rigorously raised, and brutally honed by the Four Great Families and the Three Top Organizations.

The sheer amount of resources, techniques, and guidance poured into them from birth made them freakishly powerful, and now, Creed would get to see how he measured up.

Would he be able to compete?

Would he be above them?

Or would he realize that, despite his rapid progress, he was still too far behind?

He didn’t know, but that was exactly why he was excited.

And then there were the Hope Candidates. Creed’s eyes darkened slightly as he thought about them.

Unlike regular geniuses—no, even unlike the Tier 1 monsters—the Hope Candidates were something else entirely.

The absolute pinnacle of the younger generation.

They were the ones with the highest chance of one day becoming an official Hope.

And a Hope wasn’t just some fancy title. Hopes were the strongest warriors of humanity. They were the brightest flames in the endless darkness of the universe.

Their strength was unfathomable, their talent unparalleled.

And their minimum combat power was Peak Gold Stage.

At the very least!

Creed let out a small breath, a glint of anticipation in his gaze. It would be fun to see them in action and witness their true strength firsthand.

And maybe—just maybe—he’d get to fight one.

’Alright, alright, enough thinking.’

The carrier finally touched down with a smooth, controlled landing, and Creed stood up along with the other candidates, filing out in an orderly line.

And when he stepped outside, he saw an open-air hangar that stretched for kilometers, massive and buzzing with activity.

Hundreds—no, possibly even thousands of similar carriers were landing every few minutes, their metallic hulls gleaming under the artificial lights.

And from every single one of them, waves of young candidates were pouring out, looking around with expressions of awe, excitement, and nervousness.

The air was thick with energy. It was thick with the sheer weight of expectation and ambition.

These people weren’t ordinary. Every single one of them was here to fight for their future and enter the Ambassador Academy.

The competition was going to be insane.

Creed stuffed his hands in his pockets, his lips curling slightly.

"Good."

After about an hour, the steady flow of carriers finally stopped. A strange silence filled the hangar.

For the first time since landing, nobody spoke, nobody moved. It was as if everyone instinctively knew something was about to happen.

Then—

BOOM!

A shockwave exploded through the air, sending a powerful ripple through the hangar and making the very ground tremble.

Before anyone could react, a blazing red object appeared in the distance, ripping through the sky like a meteor.

The air shuddered.

A terrifying pressure descended on the candidates, pressing down on them with an invisible weight, making some of the weaker ones stumble back in shock and fear.

The red object grew closer and closer. And then, in a single, fluid motion, it slowed down instantly, flipped mid-air, and landed.

Not with a crash. Not with an explosion. Just a perfectly smooth landing; as if the terrifying speed meant nothing to him at all.

And when the flames around him dispersed, Creed’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A young man stood before them. Tall, lean, and ridiculously good-looking.

Golden-blonde hair tied into a ponytail, sharp blue eyes brimming with confidence, and a uniform that made him look like he had just stepped out of a high-budget action movie.

The trademark colors of the Ambassador Academy—dark blue and black—fit him perfectly, emphasizing his sharp, well-defined features and giving him an almost royal aura.

Then, he grinned. A grin that was both charming and dangerous. And with a voice full of amusement and confidence, he spoke.

"Welcome to Parisia, fellas!"

[End Of 1st Volume; Genesis Of The Primordial Summoner!]