Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!
Chapter 190: A Villa!

Chapter 190: A Villa!

With a casual flick of his bony hand, the old monk pulled a shimmering cube out of his storage ring and tossed it lightly onto the open plaza beside Creed’s apartment.

In the blink of an eye, the cube unraveled like it had been waiting for centuries to stretch its legs.

Glowing blue lines crisscrossed the air as a sleek, futuristic transport module assembled itself from thin air—quietly and efficiently—until a silver-black carrier shaped like a hawk with folded wings rested before them, about the size of a small house.

A humming aura of energy and technology pulsed off it like a low bass you felt in your bones.

The vehicle had no wheels, no visible propulsion system, and floated two inches off the ground as if gravity itself had signed a contract not to bother it.

The air around it shimmered like it didn’t want to get too close either. "Get in," the monk said casually, as if this wasn’t the coolest thing Creed had ever seen.

Meredith, still half-asleep, blinked groggily at the sudden brightness, but Creed just followed, dragging her with him like a man entering the first-class section of heaven.

As the door silently slid shut behind them and the seats adjusted themselves to their bodies automatically, the old monk snapped his fingers and murmured something under his breath.

The carrier took off instantly. There was no rumble, no warning, no buildup.

One second they were grounded, and the next, the clouds were parting like polite butlers before them.

Wind whooshed past in streaks of blue and white as the carrier pierced through the skies at such speed that if Creed hadn’t been wearing a specialized restraint belt, his skeleton might have skipped straight out of his skin.

And as the carrier surged through the upper atmosphere, the old monk turned to him, completely unaffected by the absurd acceleration, and said something very simple: "I wish I could’ve taken you to a Tier 1 Bastion."

Creed blinked. "Then... why can’t you?"

The monk scratched his long white eyebrow and sighed like an old man too tired to explain the same thing twice.

"Tier 1 Bastions are owned, controlled, and ruled by factions. Major ones. The kind of people who look at your world-ending secrets and say, ’That’s cute.’

"You’re not ready for their games yet. I’m not sure I want you to ever be part of them. So we’re going to the highest level bastion available to normal, rich people who don’t have special identities or monstrous backing. A Tier 2."

The journey to the bastion barely took 5 minutes before they arrived.

The moment they descended toward the Tier 2 bastion—its name, "Virelios," etched in shining golden letters into a hovering stone monument the size of a mountain—Creed forgot every sarcastic thought he had lined up.

This place was not a city. It was a world. No—an empire wrapped in shields of magic and steel.

Virelios wasn’t shaped like a regular bastion or even a wide-spread urban sprawl. It was built in majestic layers, like someone had carved a spiral staircase into the side of a massive mountain and each level was its own mini paradise.

The gates alone looked like they were made of condensed sunlight and star-metal, towering hundreds of feet into the sky, guarded by DMA soldiers wearing full enchanted combat armor that glowed faintly with runes.

It wasn’t just defense, it was declaration: "If you don’t belong here, you’re not just going to be stopped. You’re going to be erased."

And yet, the moment the carrier approached, a smooth, metallic voice came through.

"Please present entry authorization." Before Creed could even ask what that meant, the old monk pulled out a tiny black-and-blue card and flicked it toward the interface screen.

The entire fortress of a gate paused, hummed, then immediately began glowing as layers of magical protection peeled back like petals on a metallic flower.

The soldiers bowed. Not saluted, bowed. With real respect.

They landed on one of the lower spirals, and it was like stepping into a different world entirely. Clean, glowing streets powered by ambient technology.

Trees that swayed on command and purified the air automatically. Floating platforms zipped citizens from one building to another.

Marketplaces were selling everything from beast parts to dimensional fruits. Holographic menus hovered in the air, and officials in DMA uniforms walked around calmly, ensuring peace and handling disputes like professional dream-police.

And the people here? They weren’t weak. Everyone Creed saw had the air of someone with a lot of money, training, or both.

The kind of people who wore enchanted armor casually and talked business while sipping from glowing energy drinks.

The monk walked like he owned the place. Creed walked like he was trying to catch up to a spaceship.

When they arrived at the next checkpoint, the monk casually summoned another item from his ring, this time, a shuttle.

A smooth, black-and-silver pod that opened like a blooming flower and invited them in with a gentle hum.

"Where to?" came the AI voice inside the pod.

"Villa 1139," the monk said without hesitation.

Creed raised an eyebrow. "Villa? I’m staying in a villa?"

The old monk looked at him like he’d asked if water was wet. "Yes. You’re staying in a villa. What, did you think you were going to stay in a bunk bed dorm with windowless walls and five roommates who all snore?"

"I mean..." Creed looked down at Meredith, who was now properly awake and staring at the luxurious leather seats like she was inside a dream.

"This is the safest I can keep you for now," the monk said seriously.

"Beast Kings don’t just forget their targets, especially when curses are involved. But I need time to plan, and you need time to grow stronger. Virelios is safe. Not Tier-1 safe, but close enough for now."

As the shuttle sped through the upper levels of the bastion, Creed found himself oddly quiet. Everything outside was too beautiful, too clean, too powerful.

He couldn’t help but think of just some hours ago, when he was a heartbeat away from being swallowed whole by a cosmic bird that didn’t care about laws, armies, or hope.

And yet... here he was. Alive. Breathing. With a soft succubus curled against him and a mysterious monk dragging him into safety again.

And even as he leaned back and exhaled, letting the comfort of safety wrap around him like a warm blanket, one thought nagged at the back of his head like a splinter in his soul:

That eagle wasn’t finished.

And neither was he.

He had faced curses, assassins, mystical paths, and even survived a cosmic beast king trying to have him for breakfast.

He didn’t think much could impress him anymore.

But when the shuttle door slid open and he stepped out onto the smooth, polished marble path that led into his new home, his jaw nearly fell off.

This wasn’t a villa. It was a sci-fi fantasy dream plucked straight from the mind of a retired super-billionaire who had way too much money and taste.

The house was built into the side of a small crystal hill, with waterfalls of liquid light flowing down from glowing crevices, softly splashing into a private koi pond that circled the entrance.

The koi weren’t normal fish, though, they were floating, glowing creatures that changed color based on the mood of the person watching them.

Right now, they were a curious shade of bright red and gold, reflecting Creed’s shock and excitement.

A winding stone path made from polished meteorite tiles snaked through a garden full of floating bonsai trees, vibrant alien flowers that hummed gently, and bushes that danced themselves.

The neighborhood was quiet but not dead. A gentle breeze carried the scent of something sweet and fresh like mint and magic and in the distance, other luxurious villas could be seen peeking over hills or nestled into the landscape.

No noisy neighbors, no annoying music sounds, and definitely no beast king screeches. It was the definition of serene.

"Welcome to your temporary sanctuary," the old monk said with a satisfied grin, waving his hand and causing the villa’s front entrance to shimmer open with a soft hiss.

The house recognized him and Creed instantly.

They stepped into the foyer, and it was like walking into the future where every piece of furniture had taste and purpose.

The floors adjusted to your foot pressure so they were always comfortable, the lights were responsive to mood and voice, and every window had auto-adjusting tint based on light levels.

The living room had a floating entertainment orb that could play holographic movies, news, or simulation battles from anywhere in the world.

There was a full glass wall facing a private waterfall in the back, complete with a meditation deck, gravity-adjustable hammocks, and self-warming tea sets that brewed themselves before you even asked.

The kitchen? It was like a tech lab for food. Self-cooking appliances, an enchanted fridge that could preserve ingredients for centuries, and a pantry that restocked automatically using a virtual assistant AI who sounded suspiciously like a polite grandma.

"You’ve got six bedrooms," the monk said as they strolled through the villa.

"Each with a different elemental setting. Ice room for mental clarity, fire room for passion, wood room for growth, you get the point.

You’ve got three bathrooms that clean you with enchanted steam and nano-sponges, a greenhouse that can grow anything from herbs to low level dimensional fruits, and, of course, the main attraction..."

He stopped before a thick, glowing door at the far end of the hall and gave it a knock. The sound echoed like a bell across dimensions. The door slid open, and Creed blinked in awe.

The training room wasn’t just big, it was colossal. Wide enough to host a small battle tournament and tall enough for even a wyvern to do loop-de-loops inside.

The walls were reinforced with Gold-tier beast bone alloy, and the floor was lined with self-repairing impact tiles that could absorb nuclear-level explosions and still have time to offer you a hot towel.

There were training dummies that could simulate various stages of combatants, a gravity dial that let you train in x100 weight environments, and even a full VR chamber where one could spar with past legends—or just punch a virtual version of their high school bully for catharsis.

"Tier-Gold reinforcement, obviously," the monk added casually, like he hadn’t just shown Creed the equivalent of a personal military bunker disguised as a gym.

"You’ve got energy siphons too, so you won’t destroy the neighborhood while training. Try not to level the place."

Creed whistled. "You sure this isn’t a secret base?"

The old man just laughed. "No secrets. Well. Not many."

Despite how impressed he was, and he really, really was, Creed’s mind was still running a mile a minute.

He wasn’t a clueless rookie anymore. Sure, he liked the old monk. The guy had pulled him out of danger, thrown him a lifeline, and was now setting him up in a god-tier resort home.

But people didn’t do this much without wanting something in return. Not in a world like this.

As they walked out onto the upper balcony, a gorgeous garden deck overlooking distant star-lit lakes, Creed finally spoke.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

The monk raised an eyebrow. "I’ve told you. I’m your handler."

Creed snorted. "Yeah, and my biology teacher said mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell, but he never gave me a mansion.

"Be real with me. You’re throwing a ridiculous amount of resources my way. And I’m grateful, seriously. But I don’t believe in fairy god-grandpas. So tell me, why me? What do you want?"

The monk was silent for a beat. He looked out over the railing, his eyes distant, shadowed by those deep bags that made him look like he hadn’t slept since the last war.

"I’m repaying a debt—"

"Nope," Creed cut him off. "Not buying it. That’s too vague, too tidy. Give me something better."

The old man chuckled again. This time, it was a tired sound. Worn, even. "You’re sharp. Annoyingly so. Alright, kid. Here’s the deal.

"When you’re strong enough to hold your ground... I mean truly hold your ground... against a Beast King, then I’ll tell you everything. No riddles, no metaphors. The full truth."

Creed narrowed his eyes. "That’s going to take a while."

The old man nodded. "I’m a patient guy."

And just like that, before Creed could ask another question, the monk clapped his hands once, and his body rippled like a mirage.

With a gentle shimmer, he vanished into the air, leaving Creed standing alone on the balcony with the wind in his hair and a dozen unanswered questions swirling in his head.

Below, the koi glowed deep blue.

Above, the stars blinked silently.

And inside, Creed turned around slowly, finally allowing himself to mutter:

"...A villa."