I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

As for the part regarding why I'd take eighty percent compensation from them despite my share being supposed to be equal to theirs, luckily no one of them asked anything about this.

Wryly might be too stupid to get this point, but Fang wasn't. That dude must have thought about this, and thought about the grand picture here. What was the loss about training more humans for him? He wouldn't pay or lose anything anyway.

Besides, I never left my human forces for too long at their camps. I always was in dire need for more troops, and the longest time for any human camp so far didn't exceed one week.

Anyway, as they didn't ask, I'd rather remain silent about this point. As for the problem of sharing the eighty percent between the two, I had an idea that would bring me more benefits for sure.

I would link the percentage each race would take in the end by nothing else but the number of human training camps each side had at the end.

This way I'd make sure they'd be more excited to have more training camps all the time, and also might act way above the contract we had and add more human camps without asking for anything else in return.

They wouldn't lose anything in return for training such human camps. After all, the area we were talking about was almost five fold larger than the area we currently were active at.

They would find a large number of captured humans in cages in any city or town they'd enter. They also might use humans from other cities and towns under their current control to make sure they'd gain the most at the end of this deal.

Perfect! Now that I got my idea, it was time to sell it to them.

[Dude, that Berserker asks for fifty percent of the entire loot for himself]

[What the f*ck?!!! Who does he think himself to be?]

Fang's reaction was expected to my little lie here. Of course Wryly didn't ask for anything, but if I had to sell my idea to these two, I had to first play Fang right.

[He says he has more fighters than you] this was indeed a fact, [Besides he says his forces are more brutal than yours]

[F*ck him! Since when Berserkers were stronger than Selvators?]

[Calm down dude, I just told him something but he replied with a challenge]

[A challenge?]

[He says the higher to gain castles will have the right to take more of the loot]

[Even if I can do it, I won't agree to this!] Fang was acting as I expected, [If he thinks he has more force, then let him wait until our next meeting. I swear I'll show him what the difference in numbers mean!]

Good! Now that passive Selvator was getting hyped over this. [I proposed something else by the way, something I believe it will solve this without causing any problems during our fight]

[Say it man!]

[As you two are going to exchange camps with me in return for cities, then why not use this as the main judging point in this little fight?]

[The one with more will have the right to choose more? That's not fair!]

[I'm not doing it his way but my way] I sent before adding, [See… We'll meet at the end of this war then we will run numbers. The final percent of the camps you two have will be the same percent the eighty percent land will be divided upon]

[You mean if at the end, we ran the numbers and ended up by eighty-twenty percent for me, then I'll get eighty percent?] Fang was from Selvators, a race that was obsessed with fairness and prestige.

Yet he showed for more than once his greedy nature. Of course I was playing on this point, and I just hit the mark here.

[That's my point] I sent over, [But I'm waiting for your answer before hearing his]

[I agree for sure] he sent, [Let's have a three party contract]

[Let me first hear his answer]

[If he refused, then forget about him man. I can bring enough forces to take down that area without the need of that arrogant berserker]

[Ok]

Of course I'd never agree to that. From the start, Fang wanted this loot all for himself. Of course he was envying Wryly for his promotion. Such an unexpected upgrade in ranks inspired Selvator to think about doing the same.

But to do so he needed to prove his worth. What was better than this fight to show off his calibre to his paragon? That was also why he instantly agreed over my proposition without even flinching.

As for Wryly, that dude agreed the moment he knew Fang had agreed. I also added little fuel between the two, making sure I didn't go overboard here.

After all, I wanted to ignite the fire of challenge between these two as much as I could. If they got the bait successfully, then I'd earn lots of human camps for free.

I received the contract during the next few minutes. Fang wrote down everything and stated clearly the conditions of this war, the familiar way of trading cities, towns, and castles with me, and lastly the way to divide the final piece of land at the end of this war.

He even went to the extent of providing examples with numbers. In all the examples he provided, he made sure he would get the higher amount each time.

[That Fang bro is really daring!] as Wryly got the contract he sent this back to me, [Does he really believe he will have a ninety to ten percent human camp equation at the end?]

[He truly believes so] I added more fuel again, [after all he plans to summon more fighters and use even the help of his paragon]

[Is this even allowed?]

[Nothing in the rules is against this]

[Then let's see who has the biggest pocket in the two of us] Wryly finally got the bait, [I'll do everything in my power to win this. I want to see his bitter face again after this war is over. His face back at the epic gate was epic!]

I didn't stand idle and after Wryly signed the contract, I delivered the words he said in the letter to Fang. The latter went berserk and swore this fight would be his win.

And by this, the mission of selling my condition to both ended up with great success… Bravo man!