Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 121: Trial Phase 1! (End)

It hadn’t even been five minutes—five glorious, chaotic, money-filled minutes—before the very first batch of golden crystals was completely sold out.

Sold out!

Creed, standing tall like a merchant king atop his luxury platform (aka the ferry deck), looked down at the rapidly shrinking crowd of desperate youths with a smirk that practically screamed, I told you so.

Behind him, Tierra quickly confirmed the last transaction with a crisp nod. Lilith sorted the crystal inventory with professional precision.

Amara stood off to the side with arms folded, looking like a glamorous bouncer at an exclusive club for rich kids.

And Creed? Creed had just made himself a smooth, unbelievable, five million credits!

That was more than most Tier 3 citizens made in a month. That was mansion money. Castle money. Buy-your-own-island-and-name-it-Creedland money!

Maybe not, but still!

Still!

Also, it didn’t stop there. Oh no.

The second batch had barely started and already, the mood down below had changed. The crowd that once buzzed with curiosity now seethed with panic.

The moment people realized that there was no guarantee these golden crystals would last—and that Creed never told them how many he actually had—they went from interested customers to crazed shoppers on Black Friday.

Only instead of TVs and toasters, they were fighting for a sparkly rock that might be the only thing between them and total elimination.

Somewhere in the middle of this madness, two girls—a silver-haired rogue with a blade longer than her leg and a curvy redhead with flame tattoos on her neck—found themselves in a very heated argument.

"I was in line first!" the redhead yelled, practically throwing a fireball in frustration.

"Liar! Your butt wasn’t even near the queue when I got here!" the rogue snapped back, flipping her dagger with a dramatic twirl that definitely wasn’t necessary.

"Oh please, you flirted your way into the line!"

"And you flamed your way into my face!"

Before anyone could blink, the two were in a full-on catfight. Soft flesh clashed, hair got pulled, someone screamed "That’s my eyebrow!" and even Creed had to pause to admire how dramatically stupid it all was.

One of the girls suddenly broke away from the brawl, adjusted her top to expose just a bit more cleavage, and shouted up at the ferry with the most seductive voice she could muster:

"Mister crystal-seller~ How about letting me skip the line, hmm? I promise I’m worth it..."

Creed blinked. "Uh..."

The second girl, not to be outdone, pouted, kicked off her heels to show off jiggling breasts, and winked up. "Come on, big guy. What’s a little favor between new friends?"

He might’ve entertained it for a second... but then he felt it.

A death glare.

Two of them, actually.

Lilith and Tierra were staring at him like twin predators who’d caught their owner sniffing another dog’s tail.

The aura coming off of them could curdle milk.

Creed let out a nervous cough and straightened up like he’d just remembered taxes were due.

"Uh—yeah, nice try," he said quickly, then pointed to the back of the line. "Queue like everyone else, thanks!"

The girls glared but sulked off, still shoving each other like kids in a candy store fight.

By the time the dust settled and a few more heated arguments broke out, the second batch sold completely as well.

It was another 100 crystals, another horde of desperate buyers, and another six million credits straight into Creed’s ever-growing, absolutely monstrous digital wallet!

If his bank account had a voice, it would probably be screaming in joy by now. Or playing a victory anthem!

Creed glanced at the shaking, sweating, pleading crowd of remaining contestants and smiled.

A slow, evil smile.

Then he clapped his hands.

"That’s it, folks!" he called cheerfully. "Trades are officially over! No more crystals! Go back to fighting! Have fun, good luck, don’t get exploded!"

"WHAT?!"

"YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The reactions were instantaneous. Despair swept through the beach like a wave of misery.

One guy dropped to his knees and screamed to the sky like his entire family had been turned into potatoes.

Another girl literally started crying while shaking her combat boots at the sky. A third dude, clearly at the end of his sanity rope, just curled up into a fetal ball and started muttering, "I should’ve brought a golden crystal detector... I should’ve bought the early access bundle..."

Creed chuckled. He could’ve stopped there. But no.

He was just getting warmed up.

With a dramatic sigh, as if he were about to do something incredibly difficult and emotionally taxing, like donate a kidney, he slowly pulled out another golden crystal and held it up for everyone to see.

"One more," he said. "But this one... is a hundred thousand credits."

Silence.

Then—

"You’re a DEMON!"

"THAT’S DOUBLE!"

"I’ll take it!" someone screamed before anyone could even finish yelling. A youth sprinted forward, practically throwing his card into Tierra’s hand, eyes wild with fear and adrenaline.

She confirmed it. Creed tossed him the crystal. The guy caught it and ran into the second ferry like it was the gates of heaven.

Creed’s smile widened.

He reached into his storage.

Pulled out another crystal.

"Next!"

The crowd exploded again, but this time, there was no hesitation.

Even though everyone now knew he’d been lying the whole time and that he still had a large supply of crystals, none of them cared anymore.

With the clock ticking down and less than two hours left, there was no time to fight, no time to gamble.

The new price? Still 100k.

The mood? Absolute desperation.

People shoved, threw credits, traded valuable gear like madmen. One guy even offered his quality pants. (Creed politely declined, for reasons of dignity and hygiene.)

This time, the batch sold even faster than the first two!

Creed was barely able to keep up, handing out crystals while Amara acted like a doorman, nodding coldly at anyone who tried to sneak in counterfeit goods.

When it was done—just like that—Creed’s profits had jumped by another ten million credits!

He stood at the edge of the ferry, wind tousling his hair, his imaginary cloak fluttering behind him like a victorious war banner.

He crossed his arms and muttered, mostly to himself, "Maybe I should start a business after this trial. ’Creed’s Crystals and Chaos.’ Has a nice ring to it..."

Creed was already planning his next move.

He stood tall on the upper deck of the ferry like a merchant emperor surveying his conquered market.

The poor desperate youths who hadn’t gotten a crystal looked like orphans watching a bakery from outside in the snow.

They stared at him with a mix of hopelessness, rage, and pathetic longing.

And Creed, ever the showman, rubbed his chin like a wise sage before slowly—dramatically—reaching into his spatial ring and pulling out yet another golden crystal.

Gasps filled the air like balloons popping.

"W-what?!" someone screamed.

"No way! Not another one!"

"HOW MANY DOES THIS GUY EVEN HAVE!?"

The complaints were louder this time, even more furious than before.

Several participants threw their arms in the air in despair, and one musclebound dude in a shredded vest actually fell to his knees and screamed at the sky like he was the tragic hero in a drama play.

Seriously, was something wrong with these youths?

A group of angry boys even started throwing insults toward Creed, but he stood calmly, smiling as if he were offering them candy instead of salvation.

That was when one reckless youth crossed the line.

"Your stupid sister must be proud of you, you crystal-selling scammer! F*ck you and f*ck her as well!"

Creed’s smile vanished instantly.

The air dropped a few degrees. A cold stillness settled over the beach.

And then, a sound.

A horrible sound, like a divine whip slicing through the wind.

The kind of sound that made your teeth chatter without knowing why. In a flash, a bolt of pressure zipped across the beach, and the loudmouth youth didn’t even get to finish his sneer.

A silver light wrapped around his body like a cocoon, and the next second—poof—he vanished, disqualified and teleported out of the trial in a blink.

The crowd gasped in unison, eyes widening.

Creed casually dusted his hands like he’d just flicked away a fly.

"Let’s keep it civilized, shall we?" he said, his voice still smooth but with a sharpness to it now, like velvet over a blade. "This one’s going for 150k credits."

No one dared complain again. Instead, they lined up—grumbling quietly, but orderly.

The crystal he had held up looked like a beacon of hope now, a golden star in the darkness.

The sheer desperation etched onto their faces would’ve been pitiful if it wasn’t so hilarious. Creed even saw two tall boys silently weeping in the queue.

With every trade, the golden light of another youth entering the ferry would flash, and with every flash, the pressure on the remaining participants grew heavier.

The crowd thinned as more people managed to purchase their way into safety, and eventually, the first ferry hit its capacity.

Like a massive whale that had swallowed all it could, the ferry began to hum.

It shook gently, engines roaring to life, and slowly started gliding away from the beach and out to sea.

The moment that happened, chaos exploded again. Everyone left behind realized the ferry was gone... and that meant fewer spots!

Creed smiled brightly. "Congratulations to the first group. May the winds guide you... or something like that."

The fourth batch of golden crystals? Gone in record time.

Creed barely had time to say "next" before hands were being shoved in his face, credits flying through the air like confetti.

No one even batted an eye at the 150k price anymore. If Creed had said it cost a limb, a few people might’ve lined up to donate their legs!

When the last crystal of the fourth batch was sold, Creed gave the crowd a serious, almost solemn look.

"Well... that’s all, folks."

The words hit like a hammer. The sound of people breaking inside echoed louder than any explosion.

The crowd slumped, many dropping to their knees in absolute despair. Some began shouting again while others cried.

Creed turned to Tierra and whispered, "Start the ferry. Let’s go."

The second ferry rumbled to life. As it began to rise and float from the shore, Creed stood at the very tip of the deck and gave a calm wave, like a king leaving a sinking kingdom.

The people wailed louder.

And then... the ferry stopped.

Creed turned back with a grin and said, "Just kidding."

Hehe...

With a flourish, he pulled out another golden crystal.

"200k!" he declared.

Silence.

Then, madness!

No one even paused to argue anymore. They swarmed the beach like a pack of starving wolves.

Creed had to raise his hands to calm them down and form a queue again. This time, no smiles, no pleasantries; only trembling fingers, shaking hands, and desperate eyes.

Even Lilith and Tierra were impressed. They stood to the side, arms crossed, watching their master work his dark, capitalistic magic with an almost reverent awe.

Amara, meanwhile, looked like she couldn’t decide whether to slap him or hug him.

The last batch sold even faster than all the others, like oil on fire. Creed barely had time to keep track.

In the end, he made another 20 million credits in that final wave alone, and the sea of terrified, crystal-less youths thinned until only a few were thousand were left.

Yes, there were still that many.

Creed wiped imaginary sweat off his brow, looked at his ledger, and smiled.

"Fifty-six million credits in less than an hour," he whispered to himself, stunned even by his own genius.

As his second ferry finally departed—this time for real—Creed stood tall with his girls and the bald youth sitting quietly in the corner, too stunned to speak.

The wind blew past them gently, and the waves sparkled in the distance like diamonds.

Creed turned to the despairing youths on the beach, gave them a final bow, and said with a dramatic voice, "Fate allowed us to meet here. Perhaps we shall meet again... if destiny wills it."

Creed smiled in joy. He finally said a cliche line as well!

It felt nice!