Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 81: Rift Exploration! (11)

Creed’s entire body tensed as the words echoed through the vast chamber, each syllable digging into his very bones like a command written into his soul.

"Child of Killing."

His breath hitched.

What the hell did that even mean?

His mind spun, thoughts colliding like crashing waves. He was no "child of killing."

Sure, he had fought, survived, and made some brutal choices—but that didn’t make him some title-bearing executioner.

Right?

But then, his eyes drifted down to the stone still clutched in his hand.

The Fragment of Killing. His fingers tightened around it.

Was that why?

Had this fragment, this strange rock that had reached out to him from within the crimson magma, recognized something in him?

Or... had it changed him?

His chest rose and fell rapidly as his thoughts spiraled. He had almost instinctively chosen to absorb it, as if it was the natural thing to do, but now...

Now he hesitated.

His system notification was still there, waiting.

[DOES HOST WISH TO ABSORB THE FRAGMENT OF KILLING?]

The words hovered in his vision, an unblinking demand for an answer.

Creed licked his dry lips. He knew himself; he was reckless. Very reckless and quite stupid.

That was the problem, wasn’t it?

He had rushed into too many situations, throwing himself into danger with only half a plan, expecting to somehow come out on top. And yeah, it had worked so far, but only barely.

And this time, he had nearly died.

That magma had almost swallowed him whole. That thing in Lilith and Tierra’s memories had nearly shattered his mind.

And now, standing here in this eerie, ancient chamber, holding a fragment of something called ’killing,’ he had no idea what it could do to him.

Would it make him stronger? Or would it turn him into something he couldn’t control?

His jaw clenched.

No. Not this time. Not without knowing what he was getting into.

Creed exhaled sharply and dismissed the system notification. The fragment remained in his grasp, still pulsing, still waiting.

Fine. Let it wait.

Instead, he turned his attention to the voice. He straightened his back, squared his shoulders, and spoke into the empty chamber.

"Alright, I don’t know who or what you are, but where am I? And why did you call me that?"

Silence.

Creed’s fingers twitched. Still nothing. His words hung in the air, unanswered, ignored, as if the very walls of this place were simply choosing not to respond.

His patience wore thin.

"Hey! If you brought me here, at least—"

A sound.

A deep, distant rumble like the very stone of the chamber was breathing.

Then—

"Beginning trial."

Creed froze. His eyes widened. A trial?

A trial?!

His mind clicked instantly to what that could mean. An inheritance?!

His stomach dropped.

Oh. Oh, shit.

Inheritances.

Creed had heard of them before. Everyone had.

They were so rare and so insanely valuable that the number of inheritances discovered across the entire Earth in a year barely reached a thousand!

They weren’t just treasures or power-ups, they were the path to obtaining a Spirit.

A Spirit.

The thing that separated the truly elite from the rest. The thing that could change everything.

His pulse quickened.

But, wait.

That also meant they were insanely dangerous. More than half the people who entered an inheritance trial never came out.

Creed’s breath came out shaky.

Oh, hell no.

This wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t even what he asked for.

He didn’t want an inheritance, he just wanted to get the hell out of this damned rift!

If he survived this encounter and made enough money in the future, he could even buy a pseudo spirit!

Although that wouldn’t be as good as a true spirit, it would still boost his power insanely. Creed made his decision...

His lips parted, words already forming.

"No. I don’t want it! Just send me out!"

And for a second—just for a second—he thought maybe, just maybe, the voice would listen.

Then—

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The ground shook. The air rumbled, and before Creed could even process what was happening, they appeared.

Dozens.

No, hundreds!

Golems.

Their massive, hulking stone bodies rumbled to life from the walls of the chamber, each one towering, their blank, emotionless eyes glowing with the eerie light of pure energy.

The air around them hummed with powerful Stage 2 pressure and they were all charging straight at him!

Creed’s stomach lurched.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!"

And then the voice spoke again.

"Fight."

Creed’s blood ran cold. Oh, he was so screwed. There was no escape.

The trial had begun and if he didn’t fight, he was dead.

His muscles coiled. His purple spear appeared in his hands. His eyes sharpened as he gazed at the golems who were already upon him.

Creed gritted his teeth and lunged forward. He would fight to the death!

[System Notification!]

[Primordial Summons have returned to core state.]

[Activating: Empowerment.]

Boom!

The battle was pure carnage.

Creed fought like a deadly beast, his movements sharp, precise, and utterly ruthless.

With every thrust of his spear, a golem’s core was pierced clean through, and the massive construct would collapse into lifeless rubble, its once-bright energy dimming into nothingness.

His strikes were fast, controlled, and efficient. Not a single movement wasted.

He didn’t unleash his powerful movement technique, nor did he recklessly expend his lightning or spear techniques.

Instead, he relied on pure skill, reinforcing his body with aura, letting his spear intent guide his strikes, and coating his weapon in Lilith’s purple lightning to maximize its destructive power.

Boom! Boom!

Every stab was deadly, every swing a calculated execution.

Yet, no matter how many golems fell, more emerged from the walls like an endless tide.

Creed’s breathing grew heavier. His muscles burned from exertion, his arms ached from the relentless assault, and his body soon bore fresh wounds from glancing blows and relentless pressure.

Cuts and bruises marred his skin, and yet, strangely, he didn’t die. His blood splattered onto the ground, yet he remained standing.

It seemed there was a kind of rule in this place that protected him from the effects of the taboo.

But still, the injuries were piling up dangerously.

His connection with Lilith and Tierra was deeper than ever, and instinctively, through his bond with them, he had instinctively activated damage transfer—offloading his injuries to them, forcing them to endure the wounds in his place.

A growl echoed from his throat.

It was a terrifyingly effective method of survival, but the weight of it pressed heavily on his mind as he overused it.

Lilith and Tierra were enduring his pain, suffering on his behalf. He couldn’t let it be for nothing!

His grip tightened around his spear, and his attacks became even more efficient, more precise.

Then, it happened.

His movements changed. Somewhere amidst the chaos, his mind entered a state of perfect rhythm.

His body moved without hesitation—stab, step, evade, counter—like a deadly dance of instinct and efficiency. He no longer had to think; he simply killed.

And in that moment, the Fragment of Killing in his pocket began to vibrate.

It started as a faint pulse, like the slow beating of a heart, but soon it became an intense thrumming, a wild tremor against his chest.

It was as if the fragment was trying to tell him something, trying to connect with him, but no matter how much he fought, no matter how deep into the rhythm of death he went, he couldn’t hear it.

The sensation grew uncomfortable.

Then unbearable!

It was like someone was screaming a message at him but he couldn’t understand a single word.

Why?!

Creed gritted his teeth. He had to hear it. He needed to know what it was trying to say.

And then, a thought struck him. In a moment of desperation, he activated a single Primordial Essence.

Instantly, his mind expanded.

It was as if the entire world had slowed down, as if he had been forcibly connected to something far greater than himself.

And then, he finally heard it. The secrets of killing.

It wasn’t spoken in words. It wasn’t a message. It was a truth.

Killing was not just an act, it was a law. It was a force that had existed since the birth of the universe.

Life was a cycle; creation, growth, and destruction.

And killing was the force that ensured balance.

The strong fed on the weak. The weak struggled to survive. But in the end, all were subject to the inescapable law of death.

It was in the clash of civilizations, in the unyielding laws of nature and in the very fabric of existence.

Killing itself was not an act of cruelty or malice. It was simply the way of things. It was a truth as absolute as time itself.

What mattered was why one did it!

Creed’s mind trembled and then, his eyes turned red.

Power rushed through his veins, an all-consuming, blazing force that threatened to tear him apart from the inside.

His entire body became covered in a violent red aura, his very presence now exuding pure, concentrated killing intent.

He took a step forward, and the ground beneath him cracked.

Boom!

His spear lifted, and for the first time in his life, he understood. He understood his path of killing.

Why would he kill? What was his path of killing?

It was very simple. He would kill to remove his obstacles.

Anything that blocked his path, hindered his growth, or dared to defy him was an obstacle and obstacles were meant to be destroyed.

Whether it was an enemy, a rival, or even an entire system, he would break through whatever stood in his way!

He does not tolerate limits!

"This... is my path of killing!"

His spear thrust forward lightly...

And a red beam of pure destruction exploded from its tip, ripping through the air like the judgment of a god!

BOOM!

The entire chamber shook violently.

The golems, every last one of them, were obliterated in an instant, wiped from existence in a single overwhelmingly powerful strike.

He had no obstacles!

The dust settled. The red glow in Creed’s eyes faded and his body swayed.

His knees buckled.

His strength was gone and he barely had time to process what had happened before his vision went black and he collapsed.

As his unconscious body lay still, his system notification flickered to life.

[Ding! Congratulations! Host has comprehended the Path of Killing!]

And then...

The ancient voice rumbled once more.

"A worthy candidate."