I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

All in all, they were cornered, and didn’t have that much of a choice actually. It was just a frustrating feeling, to have such numbers and might, but without being able to do anything with any of this.

To add more to their feeling or powerlessness, I added more shields scattered in the wide intershields area. These were going to be anchor points for my scattered forces, saving them lots of time and effort in retreating and shielding themselves against any incoming enemy attack.

After ten more hours, I felt like things were going smoother than I even expected. The enemy tried all this time, but they always failed to even make a stand on the ground or even reach the race bubble.

“I hope this continues after leaving here,” I knew this was an important thing to worry about, but there was still another matter that had to happen first. I hoped the enemies wouldn’t make any trick or anything when I’d release the races from inside the bubble.

I walked towards the bubble, and another question rang in my mind. How would I release the races entrapped inside?

Should I use my force? Punch through this shield and crack it down? Or what? Should I use my blood? After all, all the artefacts in this universe had to be activated using blood.

I thought about many things, but ended up using a simple one. I took out my horn, thought about the twenty races I saw before, and decided to give these inside the bubble a loud shout.

“It’s me, Hye, the human saviour who came before and worked to save you from the hell you were facing and living in. I’m now standing outside your new prison, and want your permission to follow me so I can get you out, get you all into safety.”

I waited for ten minutes, waiting for anything to happen. But after ten minutes, nothing happened.

“I’m here to save you! Just accept following me and you’ll be saved!” I didn’t know what I said was hard to understand. But after doing this for a few more times without getting any response, I thought my horn wasn’t working thanks to this bubble.

I then tried different things next. I placed my hand and tried to feel those inside, placed my hand over the bubble and covered it with my blood. I even tried to break through it, and all was in vain.

“What the hell is wrong with this damn bubble!” After four hours of constantly trying and failing, I shouted in frustration and rage. I was now sure I was using the wrong method, and my thoughts drifted towards the system higher up.

[Don’t bother. Your voice already reached their ears the first time you shouted at them] and before I’d direct my rage towards the system higher up, that dude was half a beat faster and delivered the shocking news.

I never expected this, never thought about that possibility at all. “Are you telling me that they are refusing to follow me?!” I gritted my teeth, saying every single word like I was struggling to do it.

[That’s indeed the case here. Or else they’d have joined you, got out of that bubble long time ago]

“Who are they?” I roared faintly like a wounded beast, “who the f*ck are those damn bastards?”

[The jumpers!]

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“Those son of b*tches… Do they plan to join the enemy? Fight against me?!!” I clenched both fists, while preparing to go and punch that damn bubble to shreds before taking out my anger over them.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

They dared to betray me? They dared to refuse accepting my help, refused to follow me? Damn those son of b*tches! F*ck all the jumpers! F*ck them all!

[No, they won’t!]

“What does that even mean?” I felt a little surprised by this.

[The bubbles surrounding them are impregnable. No matter what you or others used, nothing can breach that shield]

“And?!” I raised one eyebrow, and he added, explaining a shocking scenario that neither I nor my enemies even expected.

[The jumpers won’t join any side. And that means they won’t leave their bubble, and will remain hidden inside until the end of all this]

“Damn those cowards! They don’t want to fight, want to hide, and in the end they’ll return to reap all the rewards, following whoever is going to win…”

[They might not even join anyone by then] the higher up suddenly gave me another shocking piece of news, [They plan to remain hidden in each bubble, live in peace forever, and not even worry about anything]

“This… Can they really do that?!!” I tried to think about such a possibility, but it didn’t make any sense to me. “Don’t they want to go out? Won’t they need to reproduce? Increase their people’s numbers and such? What the heck is wrong with these people?!!!”

[They are the jumpers] even the higher up sighed, [They are blessed with the ability to rewind back time for a hundred years]

“Your point is…”

[They will endure this time, for the time to get rewinded. Then they’ll try to get away from meeting you in their next life]

“No way! Hell no!!!”

[That’s what they plan to do, I know them, and I can tell you they are going to do that]

“How the hell do you know them?!!” Saying such claims about a race that was entrapped away from the universe for endless years was something bold and unbelievable. Yet something told me he wasn’t bluffing.

[You aren’t the only one who got a friend and a follower from these damn jerks!]

“Ouch!” I could feel his pain in what he said, and I couldn’t help but think about my masked jumper, “don’t tell me there are more of them in the universe, more of these jerks.”