I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“They should be cleansing the darkness over the dens by now,” he paused, and I looked at him as if I was looking at a fortune teller or something.

He seemed to notice my weird gaze, so he added in explanation, “the darkness is what keeps our people down there sleeping. To wake them up, we need to clear this darkness and then feed the all sleepy zombies with our energy.”

“The bloody circle and curtain?” I asked, and he nodded.

I knew how they were going to make their sleeping people wake up. It made quite sense, but I still couldn’t fully grasp how they did it.

I returned to watch what was going on in that world. As the blackness started to recede, more redness appeared in each den.

The process this time took longer than I expected. And I noticed something else. The one hundred elites of the zombie race showed signs of fatigue and weakness.

Such a process was indeed taxing over their powers. And now I realised why dealing with high grade zombie dens wasn’t going to work on the same basis.

Just dealing with such a low levelled den took such a toll over one hundred of these elites. When I imagined working against a high grade zombie den, I knew things would be much different.

Even if one hundred thousand elites participated, they wouldn’t be able to break all the darkness and wash them away with their powers.

And just as I kept watching, I got to know another reason for Loran’s refusal to test this method over a high grade den.

The process of cleaning the darkness off each den took almost six hours. Then when the darkness vanished, all that remained was scarlet redness that turned the dens from deep abysses into burning hells.

Then I saw the bloody curtains move in unison, as if some sort of gravity was pulling them towards the centre of these dens.

When the curtain of red blood moved closer, their colours started to fade away instead of intensifying. It was obvious that they were condensing right now, getting smaller with each passing minute.

Yet unlike what common sense would imply, the redness there didn’t show any signs of brightening up, but feeling like it was close to fade away.

“The redness of the bloody curtains are fading away while getting closer to the dens. Why is that?” As I lacked any explanation about this, I turned to Loran and shared my doubts with him.

“It’s not fading away,” Loran got what I was talking about, “they are giving out their energy while getting closer from the dens. So they are going to grow weaker until they finally fade away.”

His explanation made quite sense. And I got why the bloody circles got weaker the closer they came to the dens.

I didn’t ask anymore and went to observe what was going on in the other world. After half an hour, the entire bloody curtain vanished by now, and nothing seemed to remain behind.

If I wasn’t looking before at what happened, I’d say the darkness was switched by its own into pure redness.

After a few minutes of waiting, another change occurred.

This time, the redness of the den showed a turbulence that would appear over any lake surface after tossing out a rock there. The calm and still redness started to change, and ripples appeared as if someone was throwing rocks there.

When I looked closer, I got that all these ripples came from a single point in each den. I got an idea about what was causing all these changes, but I had to wait to see.

After two more hours, the ripples grew from being weak waves into massive bubbles coming from the depth of these hellish pits and bursting open at the surface, causing more violent waves to appear.

Then after three more hours, a head finally appeared.

It appeared like a small speck of pale yellow dot that seemed to belong to a bald man. If I didn’t watch this zone closely, I’d miss that.

When the head appeared, it seemed as if the owner of this head was struggling to break free from something. Hands appeared next and started to splash the red surface as if he was fighting against water, resisting the demise of drowning under such weird red fluid.

After watching these people fight against that reddish fluid for another hour, one by one rose up for almost half of their bodies, giving me a clear look over their looks.

They were zombies! Just like Loran and others.

I couldn’t hear any sound from that world, but when these zombies rose up slightly, they opened their mouths and gave a silent cry in my eyes.

But when that cry sounded, I saw ripples of air spreading all over the red surface around them, ending up causing a massive response all over the red liquid there.

Then one by one, these zombies fell deep down these red lakes, vanished without leaving behind a single bubble or ripple behind.

“Are they dead?” I couldn’t help but feel worried over this. But when I looked at Loran’s calm face by my side, I knew things weren’t that bad.

I returned to look at the red dens, but nothing new happened. When I looked over the hundreds of zombie elites around the dens, I saw the calm expression over their faces.

Even many had weird excited expressions over their faces, like they were witnessing something they lunged for a long time already.

I was sure things were going on according to their plans, and that made me wait a bit longer for the final result.

All this time, I hoped such a solution would succeed. And even when I hoped for that, I didn’t believe such a magical solution would exist.

But seeing all this unfolding in front of me raised my hopes by leaps and bounds. I waited, and after three more hours of wait, I finally noticed something.