Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!
Chapter 203: Visitor.
CHAPTER 203: VISITOR.
The moment the tour ended, Instructor Varien clapped his hands once, sharp like a gunshot. Everyone snapped to attention even though there wasn’t much left to say.
"That’s it for now," he declared. "Today is yours. You’ve seen the school, now get to know it. Spend the rest of the day registering for your courses, joining whatever clubs don’t bore you to death, and learning the layout.
"Tomorrow morning, bright and early, all of you will report to Elite Hall 1. Do not be late."
And just like that, the group broke apart. Some were already pulling out their sleek silver badges to start registering for classes.
Others wandered toward the nearest guidance drone floating nearby to ask questions. But Creed?
Creed just stretched his arms, turned his neck left and right with a satisfying crack, and began the slow, kingly walk toward his floating villa.
Dozens of eyes followed him. It wasn’t just because of the way he moved, it was because everyone already knew who he was.
The top scorer in the entrance trials. The Class Captain—for now, at least. And the proud owner of the single most ridiculous housing upgrade on the entire campus.
Even the air seemed cleaner around him, like it refused to carry any average particles. Girls whispered behind their hands. Guys stared with either open jealousy or grudging respect.
And Creed? He didn’t so much as flinch.
’That’s right,’ he thought to himself, his inner voice full of swagger. ’Let the peasants gaze upon Mount Goat. One day, their children will tell stories about this moment.’
"I once saw Creed Walden walk by," they’ll say, tears in their eyes. "His shoe was glowing."
He floated up toward his villa with a thought, using a pulse of his Path of Freedom to gently ascend the curved spiral bridge that connected the floating home to the rest of the dormitory neighborhood.
The bridge itself was see-through, made of reinforced crystal, and shimmered with soft golden light.
It looked like walking on sunlight. Each step gave him a little bounce, like the bridge was respecting his drip.
When he reached the front entrance, a rune-padded door slid open with a soft chime. A small holographic greeter appeared; a cute cartoon duck in a butler outfit.
"Welcome, Master Walden! This is your humble abode! May your reign be long and your bathwater always warm!"
Creed burst into a snort-laugh. "I love this duck already."
The inside of the villa was nothing short of a sci-fi fantasy dream mixed with magical elegance.
He walked into a grand open-floor living room, with smooth obsidian floors that shimmered faintly with runes beneath the surface.
A gravity-adjusting couch hovered slightly off the floor like it was waiting to cuddle anyone brave enough to sit on it.
Massive windows stretched from floor to ceiling, showing off the school campus in all its dazzling glory; fields, towers, lakes, and training zones like something out of a futuristic RPG.
The kitchen practically cooked for you. The bedroom? Big enough to fit a baby dragon. And the bathroom had three modes: Spa, Sauna, and "Heaven."
There was even a super mirror closet that could scan his outfits and generate new clothes based on mood or fashion preference.
Although the generated clothes would be normal clothes and not enchanted ones.
He hadn’t even finished gawking when a soft glow shimmered from his chest.
Suddenly, three figures appeared in flashes of light and smoke; his summons, materializing out of the enchanted tattoo inked just over his heart.
First came Tierra, stepping out like a dark queen of space and shadows. Her eyes gleamed with sharp delight as she looked around the space.
"Hmph. So this is your new den. Fitting. It’s luxurious... and dangerous." She flicked her fingers, adjusting a cushion with a slender finger. "I approve."
Then came Lilith, her energy bright and wild as usual. "Ohhh~ this place is amazing!" she shouted, immediately bouncing over to the floating sofa.
"Creed! Creed! You gotta try this, this thing jiggles when you sit on it!" She began bouncing up and down like a caffeinated bunny.
"I feel like royalty! I’m not going back into your chest unless there’s a chandelier in there!"
Creed laughed. "I’ll get a lava lamp. Close enough?"
And finally, Meredith appeared with a gentle swirl of silvery light, clutching her arms to her chest and blinking shyly at the grand decor.
"Oh my goodness... I feel like I shouldn’t touch anything," she said in her sweet voice, hovering an inch off the ground like she didn’t want to get the floors dirty. "Is this really all for us?"
"For me," Creed corrected with a teasing grin, arms crossed. "But yes. You guys benefit from my greatness by association."
Tierra gave him a dry look. "You’re lucky you’re cute."
Lilith made a kissing noise.
Meredith blushed furiously and hid her face behind her huge bust, because yes, she could do that.
It didn’t take long for the teasing to start. Lilith threw a pillow at Creed’s head. Tierra tried to ride the gravity couch like a rodeo horse.
Meredith accidentally activated a button on the wall that sprayed soft pink mist everywhere and smelled like cherries.
They were chaotic, rowdy, and weirdly domestic for being magical beings from other dimensions.
Meanwhile, Creed just felt blessed to have them all. His life was going great!
He turned slowly, arms behind his back, looking out over his shimmering villa and the endless sky beyond it. "Yeah," he whispered with a grin. "This is the life."
But just as the group began to settle down, there was a knock at the door.
A loud, deliberate knock.
All three summons froze. Creed blinked.
"Uh... we expecting pizza?" Tierra asked, munching on something that was probably supposed to be stored in stasis.
Creed shook his head slowly. "Nope."
Lilith stood and narrowed her eyes. "It doesn’t feel hostile... but whoever it is, they’re strong."
Meredith floated beside Creed. "Should we hide?"
He walked to the door calmly, though his mind was racing like a horse on fire. Who the hell would come to his villa on the very first day? And why did it feel like the air had suddenly gotten heavier?
He placed his hand on the door scanner. The runes glowed softly.
The door hissed open—
—and Creed’s smile froze.
"...You?" he whispered.
Even the summons behind him stared in stunned silence.
The person at the door simply looked back at him.
The doorway was filled with a tall, lean shadow, dressed in sleek academy wear that fit his body like it had been stitched by precision lasers and smugness.
His white hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place, and his clear eyes gleamed with a quiet confidence that made most people instinctively clench their teeth.
The sunlight behind him caught on the faint golden streaks woven into his collar, official markings of an elite class student.
But it wasn’t his clothes that froze Creed. It wasn’t even the way he stood there like the world owed him rent.
It was who he was.
Nicholas Grey.
The runner-up.
The man who had nearly—nearly—stolen first place in the final phase of the entrance exam inside the Pyramid of Dominion.
The one person who had pushed Creed so far that he’d been hanging by the metaphorical edge of a volcano, one breath away from losing.
The Path of Reflection which was Nicholas’s absurd combat path, was a nightmare to face.
Creed still remembered how close he’d come to cracking, being trapped in that weird mirror-loop where every move he made was analyzed, dissected, and flung back at him twice as hard.
That fight had been Creed’s toughest point in the trial and also the moment he had broken through and comprehended his first Art in the Path of Killing, slicing through the reflections and seizing victory by the skin of his smirk.
Creed narrowed his eyes, lips curving slowly back into a half-grin as his shock melted into curiosity.
"Nicholas Grey," he said coolly, folding his arms. "What’s this? You lost so hard you needed a week to find my door?"
Nicholas smiled, suave and polished like always. "Getting comfy, Class Captain."
The way he said it; so casual, so calm, made Tierra let out a low ooooohh in the background.
Creed stepped aside slightly but didn’t open the door fully. "To what do I owe this honor? Here to deliver a gift basket? I like grapes and villainous levels of praise."
Nicholas chuckled, leaning one shoulder against the doorway like he owned the moment.
"No gift basket. I just thought it was time for a friendly visit. A check-in. You know, from the guy who almost beat you."
Creed tilted his head, amused. "Almost. That’s cute."
"Oh, it’s not over," Nicholas said smoothly, eyes flashing with subtle heat. "The contest for class captain is in a week. This time, there won’t be any ’almost’. I’ll be taking that badge. And I wanted to give you the heads up personally... so you could start panicking early."
There was a beat of silence. Lilith raised an eyebrow. Tierra feasted elegantly on a chocolate snack bar.
Meredith just stared, wide-eyed, peeking from behind the couch like a shy gremlin watching two lions prepare for war.
Creed? He grinned.
Full-on, wide, cocky, and glowing with reckless joy.
"You want the title?" Creed said, voice warm and arrogant like honey poured over lava.
"Come take it. I beat you once, I’ll beat you again. But by all means, bring those new tricks. I’ve got a few of my own that’ll make you wish I stuck to the old ones."
Nicholas barked out a short laugh, clearly enjoying the banter more than he’d admit. "Glad to see your ego’s still overfed."
"Like I’d starve it," Creed replied. "You want to come in or are you planning on monologuing in the doorway until next week?"
Nicholas nodded once, straightened up, and stepped inside. The guy moved with the same energy as someone entering a chess game already imagining checkmate.
As he crossed the threshold, he took a moment to scan the inside of the villa.
His eyes flicked from the hovering couch to the panoramic windows, to the kitchen made of starlight and engineering nonsense, and finally to the girls watching him like he’d just walked into their home base during war games.
"Nice place," he said after a pause. "Not bad for a guy who fakes modesty so well."
"I call it ’humbly excessive,’" Creed said, walking beside him. "Trademark pending."
Nicholas gave the girls a polite nod of greeting and turned to face Creed fully now, a rare seriousness entering his tone.
"Jokes aside, I didn’t just come here to spit fire and admire your golden toothbrush."
"Ah, so it is important." Creed raised a brow. "Well then, Mr. Reflection, let’s get comfy. If you came to talk, I’ll listen. Even if you plan to try and dethrone me in a week."
Nicholas gave a small smirk and said with surprising sincerity, "You’re not as unbearable as I thought you’d be, Creed Walden."
Creed grinned and gestured dramatically. "And you, Nicholas Grey, are not as punchable as your hair makes you look."
The two stood there, two rising titans with matching confidence, two sharp minds already calculating the battlefield, the risks, the future. Rivals? Definitely. Enemies? Not quite.
They were competitors! That was all!
And though they hadn’t yet crossed that bridge into friendship, there was something fierce and honest in the mutual respect gleaming in their eyes.
Creed nodded once, backing toward the couch.
"Alright then," he said. "Let’s talk."