I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“Will you believe the things I’m going to say?” I didn’t hurry to tell him anything before understanding what was going on inside that dude’s mind.

If not for his mask, I’d get a clue about his real intentions at least.

“I don’t trust anyone but myself, you can take that for granted,” he paused before adding in slight hesitation, “and that dude kept just sending me vague intel and threw me at dangerous situations more than what you think.”

“So you already suspect him?” I asked, and he kept his lips tightly shut. “Fine! Here is what I know about you dude…”

As he already had his own suspicions about that god, it wasn’t a loss to tell him what this bastard tried to do against me.

I didn’t hide anything, told him even about what my god told me about his god. How his god played a role in the fall of the war shrine before, and how he was just a sick minded bastard who found pleasure in torturing his followers.

When I got done with everything I had, the jumper didn’t say anything for a few minutes. And I respected his silence and remained as such.

“Give me time to handle all this,” he said just so, turned around, jumped back to his chariot, before returning back to the higher silver ground.

It seemed this dude intended to go through a tough discussion with his god. “Hey, you have to tell me what he told you about the location of your man!” as the moves of that jumper were fast and decisive, he didn’t give me time to stop him so I shouted at his back.

“He just said he isn’t in this world,” the jumper gave me such useless news, “and he will inform me if the world I’m in has him or not. That was what he said before.”

The jumper went fast and vanished from my sight after saying these words. And as he was gone, I couldn’t help but inwardly sigh.

It was better to leave him alone for now. As for what he’d decide to do, I’d just have to wait.

As for that damn god, he was indeed hard to deal with! He didn’t even say anything of value, and just kept toying with the jumper.

What was the guarantee that he wasn’t lying? Just making the jumper move around the ten worlds of the enemy?

It was clear that the jumper would trust his words with time. If that god pointed at a world and said: Hey, your man is there! Then the jumper would simply throw himself into fire and walk through storms to get to the assumed place of his man.

Doing so would end up the jumper losing his life. And even if he got lucky, the god might find a way out from this lie if the jumper didn’t find his man captured there.

Such a sick god with such a twisted personality wouldn’t let his toy get freed and meet up with his man. Instead, he’d keep throwing him baits and watch him suffer for nothing.

As for the excuse for not finding his man, the god would simply trick the jumper and tell him the enemy moved him away when he invaded that zone.

Any bullshit would be fine as long as it made logic and was hung on the actions of others and not the god himself.

But right now all this would change. What I told the jumper was enough to break such a vicious circle, and end up giving the jumper a chance to break free from such a poisonous god.

I put everything aside for now and returned to focus on the task on hand. My warriors were gathering up gears, and it was time for me to do my task as well.

There were an endless number of bones waiting for me to claim either here or outside. And just doing all this took me around five days.

During which, Isac and Legend came back. As I expected, they took almost one day to finish their planning, not the small time the two thought.

And that was for a reason… The enemy had an endless army down there, and they weren’t just one race. Three different races was enough headache, not to mention the forts and defences that were supporting these forces.

One race acted as the main leaders and strike force, which was the fiends. Another was the one responsible for doing all labour, acting as fodders, vanguards, and even the main bulk of the army and these were the locusts.

As for the Silences, I suspected their role was to control the tide of the battle, giving support to any distressful points, and even affecting the course of the entire war by their unique abilities.

I considered them the special forces of the enemy. Putting all this in mind side by side with the dense fortifications down there, then the entire world down there would be least described as hell for any invading forces.

And so they took their time to come up with a foolproof plan, one that’d ensure my forces’ win and my enemies’ defeat.

“What did you reach?” I said when the two jumped over my chariot, “tell me everything you got.”

“We have this plan…” Isac took out a big piece of paper and started to show me the details of their plan.

“This isn’t bad,” I said while focusing on the paper I got, “this plan can work. But we need more warriors to leave behind…”

“That’s not an issue,” Legend said while he took another paper out, “this is the grand design of the entire region after the battle is over.”

I received the paper from him and examined its content. In general, Isac replicated what she did before at my capital’s outer zones, turning the entire area down below into a densely packed zone of forts and walls.

As for the offensive plan, the two decided to divide the army into five, each was led by two generals.