I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I deserved this. But I also knew my safety would be jeopardised. I hoped I'd emerge unscathed and with the least losses and most gains from this clash.

Then at the fifth and later quests, I'd try my hardest and make a comeback.

But now? If what Sith said was true, then I didn't need all of this!

I just had to wait for the delivery from that nymph girl. Sparing the lives of three races? Damn! At this moment I was seriously considering sparing the lives of all the races delivered to me!

"Other races are useless and trash," as if he could read through my thoughts, he said, "just these three are worth nourishing. Besides, you'll need tons of souls to summon your deadly fallen gods."

"They can help?" I asked in great doubt and he simply nodded.

"They are in a whole different realm than everyone else," he said, "at least for the first ten quests."

"Hmm…" I never expected my boys would play such a great role in the upcoming dark times. If what he said was true, then I had to summon tons of them.

And that would require tons of souls. So it wouldn't be feasible to just abandon all these souls.

"Alright," I said in a decisive tone, "I'll spare only these three. But what are their names?"

"The giants," he started with such an awesome race, "they don't need any introduction. They enjoy insane natural body strength that will leave any other race behind in the dust."

"Indeed," I nodded with a big smile over my face. Such the first race was enough to make me quite eager to add to my forces.

"The shaders," he brought a weird name, "they work like your soulers. Yet they travel through shadows and darkness. I believe when that war you are preparing for will start, the suns will dim and the world will be all in darkness. They are vicious assassins, deadly against any present race, even dragons and Selvators."

His words painted a picture of a scary race. I wasn't just thinking about the gains I'd have from this, but also about the later to come fights between worlds.

Damn! Such a race would be really hard to deal with. I had to thoroughly study this race and try to find their weaknesses.

"The last would be the grounders," he also gave a weird name, "they are like your Gollams, yet with nimble movements through anything related to earth. They can move fast, do surprise attacks, or even prepare deadly traps."

Damn! Another troublesome race popped up. What the hell? Don't tell me other worlds were brimming with such scary races.

"You wanted knowledge about other worlds competing with your Earth in this, right?" again he gave me another sign of his ability to read my mind, "instead of doing that, why not use that winged nymph chick and let her grab races from each apocalypse?"

It was an interesting idea indeed. I already was considering ways to study these three races as a start. "Can she get me races from other apocalypses?"

"As long as you can pay the suitable price, she can do anything for you," he said, "you have twenty apocalypses in your group, each had six competing races as a fixed rule. There are no repeated races in any apocalypse in any group. So you have a lot of races to study."

"Yet not all of them will survive to the next round."

"Failing to survive doesn't mean there aren't good races worthy to nurture from these fallen worlds," he said something brilliant before adding, "for example the angels are a fallen race, yet they are worthy to be supported and nurtured, right?"

I understood what he wanted to say here. I firmly nodded, deciding to take his advice by the letter.

"Thanks for letting me know all of this," I honestly thanked him while slightly bowing my head in respect. In fact if he didn't tell me that, I wouldn't have known any of this until it was too late.

"It's nothing," he waved his hand holding that staff at me. A portal appeared next while his last words echoed in my mind before leaving here:

"This isn't the gift I prepared for you. I just want to remind you of this; you aren't the only special human I'm supporting. Prove your worth, and you'll gain more of my support. This is just a small taste of what my support looks like."

In a flash I left this place, and in the next I found myself standing again over my chariot. It looked like I didn't take much time at all, just a span of breaths.

"Thank you," even if I left his place, I also bowed in respect and appreciation. Indeed he showed how worthy his support was.

One hundred contenders? Humph! I'd show you all how a human from Earth would crush you all and secure the first spot.

Despite me feeling I didn't last that much, I had tons of messages coming from my teammates, telling me I lasted more than one hour.

"Hmm… So that bastard already spread the news…"

From what I read, all my scattered teammates were speaking about two things; the punishment I got and Hilary's presence.

All of them were scared. They showed their doubt and panic towards the upcoming two quests, even asking me to retreat from any plans to fight against any race during this period.

As for Hilary, it was weird to have divided opinions about her.

The spearhead and Leo were supporting me in ruling over the two girls. The ladies were protesting against her presence. Yet the most shocking message came from Angelica.

[I say this chick is better, way better than that plain looking cold girl called Karoline. You must seize that fiery chick and claim all her forts man!]

I didn't know if I should laugh or cry! That jumper bastard! Why couldn't he simply shut up his mouth and let me handle these matters on my own?