I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

[Thanks] I knew he was truly concerned about my safety, [But I can’t do that. As I told you earlier, I got my reasons]

[Which are?]

[It’s not suitable to tell you about them for now] I would never tell him or anyone else about my true intentions, [Just tell me what you know, alright?]

[Tsk! Are all humans this stubborn or what?]

[I’m just the only stubborn one in my race] I wholeheartedly laughed, [Now let’s not waste more time. Tell me what you know]

[Alright…]

He started to speak about what he already knew about this kind of quest. As he said, it was a known type of quest for all the big races at least.

In their race, and more big races, such quests had the name of the grim reaper quest. The fatality rate out here was going off the roof. And no matter how many generations tried, how many quests had been made, not a single one ever managed to ever succeed.

It was quite shocking! But when I heard about the types of dangers I was going to face, I instantly got the answer to that.

The people coming here weren’t just like myself, at the start of their apocalypse. They were all considered getting done from their apocalypses.

They got their stat points all maxed out. And they were very strong, wealthy, cunning, and smart. They were considered the top of elites in their races, and they got everything to make them the next possible sovereigns in their races.

As a start, all of those taking part here were paragons, already appointed paragons at their apocalypses. Few were even considered kings, the ones who got their entire apocalyptic trials under their control.

They weren’t just nobody, nor weak. They were strong enough to make me even feel the pressure.

However even with all this, none ever managed to get this quest under their control.

No matter how they tried, they always ended up either giving up, or getting killed before having the chance to do so.

From there, another nickname was given to this quest as well; the sovereign kids killer!

And the main reason was that when they’d face their enemies, most of their abilities and powers would be gone!

The enemies anyone taking part in this quest would face was a weird race. No one knew about their origins, and they never appeared at any place outside this end game golden quest.

From his description, there were different types in that race, which went by the Silence race.

The members of this race had different physiques and shapes. The first type was small in size, looking as small as mere foxes back in my Earth life before the start of the apocalypse.

They were so damn fast! Able to flash away like they were teleporting. Their bodies were covered in a thick layer of black fur, which would shine and then this type would explode.

The explosion would release a shockwave that would encompass anything in its path. Weirdly enough, this blast would affect only living beings, not buildings or defences.

This blast wouldn’t cause any damage or harm to those affected by it. Yet anyone who got touched by that aura would get his strength greatly weakened.

For example, if someone with maxed out stats got affected by this, they’d end up having stat points equivalent to anyone at the tenth quest.

As for someone like me and my forces, Silverlining couldn’t tell how much we’d get affected.

“Getting lowered to the tenth level of the quest? That means even if these dudes got weakened, they’d end up much stronger than us!”

Even if the weak effect happened, it’d make my other competitors much stronger than I. And when I recalled what Silverlining said about no one ever succeeding, I held my doubts about my own success rate.

The ones who lost were thanks to this weakened effect. And when they were weak, they were much stronger than what I and my forces were currently at.

That meant even without that weakening effect, we had no chance at all from the start!

The next type of the Silence fearful race was much bigger than the first type. They were like melee soldiers. They walked on their six long and arched limbs, looking like giant spiders or something.

They were ferocious! Anyone of these was at least ten metres in length, seven in height. They got three long tails that looked like the tails of scorpions.

According to Silverlining, nothing could stop these tails nor the legs of such melee fighters. They could smash through any defences, penetrate through any armour or shield, and kill any foe they’d meet.

They got their sole weakness which was their weak defences against fire.

The third type was a flying type. They looked midway in the size between the first two, with two large wings spanning from a large protruding bone that extended all across their backs.

They got six limbs as well, and these ended up with sharp three claws in each limb. The claws were very sharp, able to tear through anything.

Alongside their sharp teeth, that looked like razors and not normal teeth, they were deadly to all flying and even ground troops.

[Then the fourth and most deadly type, the annihilators! These are slow moving, huge behemoths who move towards the densely packed battles, swell up, and explode their bodies. The blast is big enough to cover up miles, wipe away anything and any force in their path. They are merciless, and never cared about getting their own kin killed in the middle of such explosion]

That was indeed terrifying! When I thought again about what he said, I realised how tough and nearly impossible the upcoming battles would be.

[Do you mean that no known defences can stop them?] That was the first crisis I had to solve.

My people were busy working their asses around to build grand defences. Yet from what Silverlining just told me, I could tell all of this was pointless.