I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Gods were supposed to support races in the apocalypse in many ways. For example they will solve the problem of coins, give many blessing points in the form of quests and other things as rewards for special quests and stuff.

Not to mention their presence would solve many issues against other contenders with lower grade gods.

"Don't panic, it's not that bad either for you," he laughed, "I'm a fair being. So let me tell you this: I'll give you quests with handsome rewards. But my quests would be so hard to fulfil, I'm warning you from the start."

Damn! Why was he giving me hope and then crashing it down like this?

"Don't give me that look, I know you'll gain another special being's blessing soon."

"But you should at least help me here," I helplessly said.

"I help those who show their value to me," he firmly blocked this path to get more from him, "besides the quests I'll assign to you will generally be in the direction of your main goals. Also you'll get something from me as a welcoming gift to the shrine."

"A gift?" seeing this stingy god was willing to give me something made me feel more helpless. Dude, you should act better than that. Do you think I would do well if you stayed away from my side? Even if I was doing great so far, others would have a wider gap with me thanks to their gods' support.

"It's something that won't disappoint you," he vaguely said, "but I'll give it to you once you return. Also I'll assign one of my loyal subordinates to follow your steps, giving you some guidance every now and then."

Well… anything from you, stingy lazy god, would be a gain that I wouldn't say no towards.

"Now do you have anything else to ask me about?"

Just as I was going to say no, something flashed in my mind.

"My jumper…" I suddenly said in a loud tone as I recalled that issue.

"That masked person with you?"

I nodded before seriously adding:

"He has a god, and that god cursed my channel before. As I learnt, such a curse won't come from any friendly god at all. I know that god belongs to the other side, but I want to know more about him."

"About her," Sith corrected me before adding, "and your guess is absolutely correct. She is an agent for the hostile universe fighting with us."

"And?" I wasn't satisfied with what he said. I already was convinced that the jumper's god was working with the enemies.

"Didn't I explain to you what happened to the war shrine in detail?" Instead of answering me directly, he asked me back.

"Don't tell me she was the one to bring its downfall!"

"It's not like this," he shook his head before adding, "but she was behind the destruction of another shrine in the same way. It's not one of human shrines to be honest, but that doesn't mean she is easy to handle."

My next question was about why not doing something against such traitors as long as they were known. But his answer in this way explained everything to me. And also placed more questions in front of my eyes.

"Can other race gods be sponsors to our race?" I asked and he firmly shook his head in firm denial. "Then how come… Don't tell me that a bastard isn't a human to begin with!"

You are getting all wrong," he shook his head again, "your person is a human indeed. But ask yourself this, how come he got his power? From a human source? Or another source?"

Suddenly everything flashed in front of my eyes. I recalled the long and bitter story of that jumper. He was looking for someone he met at quest fifteen, an angel, a true angel, someone who wasn't a human or even part of our apocalypse.

"He got it from another race called angels," I said, before hurriedly adding, "but not those dirty angels working as guides at my apocalypse."

"I've watched that video of the two of you speaking about that history," Sith calmly said. That dude wasn't as busy as he claimed to be then.

"And?"

"Let me tell you this," he paused before adding in warning, "it's a big piece of news, so you must be prepared to hear it…"

"Hit me."

"Some traitors might work to destroy shrines, but special traitors might even work to destroy races."

"Races…" I suddenly paused while a threatening thought flashed through my mind, "don't tell me…"

"She was the one behind the downfall of the entire angelic race," Sith said before adding, "of course this is something that happened a long time ago."

"But…"

"Your person met someone from that race, also you met someone from it, right?" he said and his words explained perfectly the puzzlement I was feeling right now, "that race was one of the most exceptional races in the entire universe. Do you know why?"

"They were… angels, right? So they must have been so pure and kind hearted."

He laughed over my answer, shaking his head in a helpless way it seemed.

"That's really amusing, hearing the obsolete and unreal theories of humans about other races," he said before stopping his laughs and added, "they were kind hearted indeed, but they weren't special thanks to that."

"Then…"

"They enjoyed special powers," he said, "special to even rival the powers our shrine special beings have. For example, the one that met your jumper had the power to travel through dimensions. As for the one you met, he has the power to travel through sealed spaces."

"Sealed spaces?" I still couldn't get what he wanted to explain here.

"A tribe of them had the power to seal a certain space against the cruel passage of time," he explained in such simple words, "and the two angels related to you and your jumper came from this specific space."