I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Trunk's body suddenly twisted in front of my eyes before this behemoth fell on one side like a crashing mountain.

"Damn! Trying to kill my precious boys? Let me show you what a mere human can do against you!"

I instantly opened my sponsorship interface. As I recalled, there were many special items sold there for one single purpose; deleting the current sponsor of a god!

Of course they came with a cheap price of ten blessing points, yet I knew I would never be able to fulfil the needs of my forces.

Come on, I was talking about a force of sixty-five thousand here! Even if they were sold in batches, I would never be able to buy enough for my entire force!

"Take these," I bought five just for the five leaders here, "consume them fast."

Each item was a kind of fruit. It had an opioid fruit shape with black thorns. It looked weird, dangerous to consume, but they had no other choice but to follow my orders to the letter.

The first to consume these was Trunk. I was worried that a single fruit might not be enough for his giant body. Yet when he consumed it, his body shone instantly with black lustre, twitching fiercely on the ground while causing damage least to be described as devastation!

"Lord… My god…" just as he was the first to consume it, he was also the first to stand on his feet. The other four showed the same signs just like this dude. They were still twitching in unimaginable pain.

"It's just for the best," I simply said before raising my head up to the sky, "did you think yourselves mighty and away from my reach? One day I'll be strong enough to find and teach you all a lesson."

"But lord…" Trunk's face was still pale, "my stat boost is gone!"

"Lord, we need to solve this problem," Seif was the second to consume this fruit, and the second to be freed from its agony and torture, "I also lost one third of my stat bonus!"

"One third?" I asked in doubt, "isn't it supposed to be one half or something?"

"..."

The two looked at me with wide eyes before Seif said in disbelief:

"Our lord… you are truly mighty!"

"Lord already got the attention of such a higher calibre god… Impressive!"

The two expressed their shock and I got what caused it. I never thought the stat bonus would be different according to the grade of the supported god.

"Don't whine like this," I waved my hand at the two while the other three Grounders stood erect as well, "I'll find a way to deal with this mess."

I opened my interface again. There was a small button called 'Emergency communication centre'. If my guess was right, this might lead me directly to Sith.

"What the f*ck… one thousand blessing points per one message? Screw you, system!"

Yet when I selected this icon, a warning message popped in front of my face, telling me to pay one thousand blessing points per message.

What the hell was that? It was extortion! Bloody shameless daylight theft!

"Take it," bitterly I agreed for that extravagant price.

[Please say the message you want to deliver]

[Warning: The message can't be more than one hundred and twenty-four lettres]

"How the f*ck am I supposed to say such a thing in such low numbered letters? Damn! This is even more shameless than anything I saw before!"

[Error!]

[You said a message that had more lettres than needed]

I hardly controlled myself from loudly cursing at this system! Fudge! Did you take my words before as the message? What the hell was wrong with that system?

"I got the races you told me, but I need your shrine support. Urgently contact me," I said and this time I exerted control over my selection of words and letters.

F*ck it! How should people speak if they had such weird limitations over what they needed to say? That was total insanity!

[Message is rightly lengthed]

[One thousand blessing points are deducted from your account]

[Message is sent to your sponsoring god]

[He or she will respond to you if they say the matter needing so]

He'd better respond… or else…

I was feeling bitter about losing one thousand points just like that. But I needed his help. After all, I wanted to cleanse away this force and add them to my shrine of death.

Of course I could also use the gods in my channel, but I wouldn't know if a traitor god or enemy god was in the mix or not. There was no way for me to know so.

Just look at my jumper! That bastard's daughter of b*tch goddess was my enemy. She did such a terrible curse against me without even noticing it!

It was so risky to have such dangerous folks inside my forces. I looked at my five generals and thought about that jumper.

"I should do the same with that dude," I said before recalling what nature that jumper was.

How would someone as him fall in such dirty goddess clutches? I still couldn't get it! But I had to find a way first to make that goddess not listen to what I wanted to tell that bastard, then I'd explode in that dude's face.

[What do you want?]

Just as I was lost in thoughts, the deep voice of Sith came, telling me I called him at an unsuitable time.

But screw him. I paid one thousand blessing points just to get him here!

"I got the races, but their gods are trying to exert some backlash to kill them."

[And?]

"I erased the top five gods already. But I can't remove all the gods sponsoring my forces. Besides, after doing this they lost their bonus stats."

[And?]

"Are you talking while sleeping or what?!"

[Just make it short, I'm kinda busy right now… Huff… Huff…]

What was that sound? Was he running or what?!