I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“Explain to me why,” he said and when I gave him a long gaze without saying anything he sighed and added, “I admit, this world is yours and you didn’t lie in a single thing you said to me before. If you explained this to me, then I’ll swear my allegiance to you.”

At last! He finally made up his mind. My worst worry was for him to not get convinced or his torment between loyalty to the Hescos and serving me would force him to claim his life.

Thanks to my luck, he didn’t consider or decide such a thing.

“It’s easy… This world is known as a singular world…” I slowly explained as this term seemed new to him.

When he heard my words, he sighed before finally saying:

“I’m yours from now on,” he paused, “give me a contract to sign.”

I didn’t act polite or say any more. I took one of the highest grade contracts and wrote its content before giving it to him.

And he signed it before cutting off one arm as a price he had to pay.

“Tell me then, why are you so fixated on such matters?” I asked, referring to hanging his future over my possession over a separate world.

“Well… I guess I can safely tell you about this then…” he paused for a long moment before suddenly raising his intact arm, touching his blood and drawing something on his chest.

It was a crescentic symbol with few stars drawn in the middle of it. I looked and counted seven stars before he finally drew a large circle around, and started to explain:

“This is the gate to the sealed seven star race holy land,” he paused and I didn’t get what he meant by this, “you do know that our ancestors had low production rate. The race was going extinct if they didn’t do something to stop this.”

“I heard your ancestors mated with other races, and that was why the pure blood vanished over the passage of time.”

“That’s right,” he nodded, “that’s why seeing the legendary Hescos again is considered a dream coming true to most if not all Hescos.”

“Then…” I motioned with my head towards the symbol he drew over his chest using his blood, “what does this race and symbol mean? And what does that have to do with your persistence over having a separate world to join me?”

I still didn’t get his point, but I had a few guesses already.

“You can consider me a descendant from that race,” he said something that confirmed one of my guesses, “the Hescos back in the day didn’t just mate with a single race, but many others. Of course only one race had the most favorability among others, and that made other races’ blood get fainter and thinner compared to that race.”

“And?” till now what he said matched what I guessed, and yet that didn’t explain much yet.

“My seven star race is one unique race,” he paused before adding a shocking piece of news, “you might consider them an equivalent to the altars thing you showed us before.”

“You mean…” my eyes shone brightly and I didn’t dare to jump to conclusions before hearing what he had to say first.

“Any race who mates with my seven stars race will get the blood of the next generations purified and strengthened. It’s like a boost to any bloodline, making anyone have more chances at opening a cultivation base.”

“That’s quite heaven defying ability,” I went into silence before adding, “but why have I never heard about such a race before?”

“That’s because my race got in the middle of brutal wars, and they lost most of their people until they went into seclusion and lived at a secret sanctuary.”

What he said made me link the dots. “So you are considered the guardian of that place? And you wanted to link this world to theirs?” I paused before adding:

“But to your knowledge, despite the fact that I’ll welcome adding more people to my world here, I would never risk exposing this world to the outside universe. I can’t allow that to happen!”

“You got me wrong,” he shook his head. What I said was an indirect rejection of that generous offer.

From what he said I could say he wanted to link that place where the remnants of his race were living. And as he was desperately seeking for a separate and free world from the clutches of the Hescos or any big force, I could say the place these survivors lived at wasn’t a nice or spacious place.

If I linked such a world here, even if that world was hard to find and managed to stay secretive for all this time, it was still risky to do so.

This world of mine was impossible to get into from the outside. And I couldn’t say the same about that world of his race. If others found out his race’s world and discovered the connection between them and my world here, then things would grow out of control.

My world would be at risk of getting invaded, and I’d never allow for such a thing to happen.

“That place… It isn’t in any known world at all,” but just when I was ready to directly refuse his deal and close this page, he said such weird words, “if that sanctuary was in any known world here in the universe, then it should have gotten exposed, right?”

I remained silent and didn’t say anything to him, allowing him to continue speaking.

“It’s here,” and as he was saying weird stuff, he added another unbelievable thing. He pointed at his chest where the symbol was.

“Is it a gate to link you with that sanctuary?” I asked, trying to understand better what he wanted to say.

“No,” he shook his head in a decisive way, “the sanctuary is here,” he hit his chest with his fist, making me gaze up and down at him without knowing what to say.