I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I thought about that. I was also someone like him, a genius and capable talent in the middle of a weak race. However I managed to create a kingdom and he was this close from falling under my control.

What caused such a big difference then? I couldn’t truly tell the reasons for that.

What happened to me could have happened to him. If I consider my knowledge I came from the future, he also had a much richer knowledge provided to him by his ancestors and mentors.

Not to mention he had a much grander pool of talent, an already established system of what he should and shouldn’t do.

In brief, he had more chances and much better options than I.

I shove away such useless thoughts as I landed over the heads of the running paragons like thunder. The first to step and try to stop me were none other than the generals.

They were ferocious and brave, very loyal. It was just their misfortune to serve such useless brats who were designed as paragons in this world.

But their luck was about to change. Serving me might be their life changing event.

I bypassed these generals and left them to my threads. From behind, that crazy paragon kept screaming and trying to force me to fight him using his artefact. However he didn’t have the ability to force me to do anything.

His artefact wasn’t that tyrannical against my chariot’s shield. I didn’t know if it got weaker after repeated usages since the start of this war or that paragon just grew weaker… I couldn’t tell and wasn’t that interested in knowing the reason for now.

“Surrender or die,” this time the paragons running were five. I kept hitting them using my glaive when that courageous paragon jumped in and tried to shield them.

“Retreat! Don’t stop like that or you’ll die!” he shouted in annoyance and rage. If I was him, I’d also feel the same way.

“No use, there is no way for them to run to,” but I kept chasing them and pushing them to a dead end. They finally hit their backs against one tunnel, and couldn’t find a way out anymore.

“Besides, what’s the point in saving the lives of such weaklings?” I looked at him without sparing any glance at the other five. They were just like Matte and other paragons I got so far, very weak and cowards.

It wasn’t useful to try and defend these weaklings and try to save them. If I was him, I’d carry away my grudges and try to escape with my life.

I didn’t know why he didn’t do that. I thought at first that I wouldn’t find him easily as he must have been on his way to the outer large armies coming here.

 If he went there, took control over these armies, then it’d be fairly impossible for me to get him. Not to mention he could have caused me much more headache than this lame rescue mission he was executing right now.

I didn’t know what made him do that. Did I make a mistake in overestimating his abilities or what?

Anyway, it was still my luck for him to make such a wrong decision. I simply took a note of this, and decided to have a long talk with him after all this would be over.

Of course that would be in case he agreed to join me and didn’t choose to die under my glaive.

Taking these five down took almost ten minutes. While breaking their shields into shreds, I took control over the rest of the forces around me.

All the generals who tried to fiercely aid their courageous paragon ended up serving me. At the same time, I managed to claim tens of thousands of Hescos elites in the process.

As this was the last standing group of generals and paragons here, most of the forces flooded my way and tried to block me. But that ended up adding more to my claimed trophies.

The five ended up surrendering and signed a contract with me. The only one who remained alive and free was that courageous paragon and few of the remaining Hescos.

“Don’t try to run,” I chased after him. After seeing the shields crack and crash under the brutal hits of my glaive, that dude finally returned to his senses and started running away with what was left of the grand army of Hescos.

“Stop resisting, no one will save you from me today,” I said amidst my laughs while showing that paragon what it meant to be speedy and fast.

My chariot gears were pushed over to the maximum speed. I instantly caught up with him, and ignored everyone else.

Those remaining forces were close to twenty thousand Hescos. They were elites, and they would fall under my threads in no time.

So I focused solely over that paragon. In my eyes, he was one of the biggest trophies I gained from this campaign.

He tried to run, but couldn’t escape my chariot’s chase. I gradually pinned him down towards a dead end, while taking away the rest of his forces.

When he ended up alone, I took a few minutes before finally clearing his shield. He knelt on the ground, panting while his body had a deep wound that came from my glaive leftover force when it lastly hit his shield.

“Moment of truth buddy, either surrender and live longer or die right here and now,” I paused before adding, “you are someone special. It’s a regret that you were left here with a bunch of useless brats. If you join me, I promise that your tale won’t end here.”

“F*ck you!” he roared in defiance, but the next hit sent his body flying, slammed against the wall before falling without any strength to even scream.

That hit didn’t hold my full strength, but it was enough to bring out another deep wound over his belly. I planned to keep torturing him in the next few minutes, until he’d either break down or break apart and die.