I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“Go back then and ask for Lily and Toramos to find someone to replace you,” I waved my hand without showing any care about his complaints and struggle.

If I lacked generals before, I didn’t lack any right now.

“There is no need,” he took my words as an insult to his pride, “there are already five generals from the zones you rescued before helping and leading the forces inside. Plus I got a job to do.”

“What job?”

“They made me here to filter any forces that can’t swim,” he said in pride, and I couldn’t help but blink twice, and decided to ignore this dude.

“Good luck then,” I said while moving towards the portal.

“Who was that?” and as Clatinberg followed me, he couldn’t help but ask in surprise and doubt.

“One of my generals,” I knew it might look quite embarrassing, but I wouldn’t at least lie no matter what.

I passed through the portal and appeared at the next side fast, not giving him any chance to say anything.

And the moment I arrived at the other side, a grand scene welcomed my eyes.

The world was just like what that dude described, filled to the brim with water. There was not a speck of ground all over the place, for tens of miles around.

The world was covered with cyan coloured fluid like water. But from many spots, one could see tons of dark red colour, telling too much about what was happening down below.

Aside from that fluid that could be called water, the entire world was filled with fighting forces.

There were forces who came from the portal. And these fell to the water and fought against the enemy from air and underwater.

The enemy came in different ways, either boarding huge rafts that got made of weird ores and wood, or flying in the air like fiends, or moving under water.

Just imagining those locusts move under water, swim freely and fight like crazy made my scalp numb.

I realised why this dude back there acted in such a way. If he couldn’t swim, then he’d be in endless danger.

Aside from these common forces, there was a new one.

These dudes had slim bodies, covered with fine scales, fins that appeared in the places of their limbs. They got four fins, and many of them got the ability to fuse these fins together to form some sort of wings.

Each one of them got at least four pairs of limbs, or fins. They were fighting desperately against the enemy forces, while they got separated from my forces by a grand line formed by the enemy.

It looked like the enemy forces a thick line that stretched under water, above water, and in air, stretching all over this planet, to separate any incoming forces from saving or helping this weird new race.

I looked for a few minutes, while Clatinberg stood by my side, flying in the air, watching all this massacre in silence.

I waved, and in the next instant, tons of my full geared soulers appeared. I got millions out, and kept taking more millions out.

This world… I hated it! This wasn’t a battle, but a massacre!

I don’t recall what type of disaster this world faced, but it seemed they had to survive this onslaught from such a long prepared enemy.

The enemy forces were fighting in organised fashion. Even when they were fighting on two fronts, they didn’t feel any pressure at all.

My main goal for now was to clear a path, open a route in the sky and kill all the fiends around. Using any of my usual tactics wouldn’t work here, or else I’d end up harming the same race I wanted to save.

“Attack the enemy,” I simply pointed towards the thick line the enemy formed, “spread all over this world, kill any enemy in the air or underwater. Leave none alive, and don’t show any mercy no matter what!”

I didn’t like what was going on here. And even if I randomly selected this world to show Clatinberg the real colours of what he considered as his most trusted allies, I didn’t want this world to keep suffering such massacres.

The enemy… This enemy… Was the type of enemy I hated the most!

“What are you doing?” Even when seeing the truth glaring in front of his eyes, that dude couldn’t help but comment in a reflex way.

It was quite expected. After all, he and others lived their lives on a huge lie, fabricated by none other than their enemies, the same ones they should kill and not befriend and defend.

“What else?” I shrugged, “I’m going to save the innocent race here and kill those damn bastards…”

I paused, showed a very serious look on my face, “and if you wanted to stand on their side, I won’t care about your origins, won’t care about the mission. If you can’t make up your mind, then I’ll kill you as a traitor!”

“…”

He got scared, instantly scared. And he should feel so. After all, with a single wave of mine, I released tens of millions of scary folks who just needed to flash through any of their enemies to kill them.

Even those scary fiends flying everywhere couldn’t survive flashes of my soulers. They started to fall down to the surface of that cyan looking waters, looking as if a grand bomb just exploded here.

My soulers… They were killers! They moved unhindered, killing and sweeping the air all around without caring about anything. Just in the first few minutes, they managed to clear a gap in the thick line formed by the enemy.

Then part of them started to move to the side, while another started to dive down. I didn’t know if they could swim or not, but it seemed they could.

They vanished under water, and then the calm surface there started to churn and change. It was clear evidence of how brutal the fight down there was.

I didn’t do anything, kept standing in my place like a real lord of war. My forces kept fighting on all fronts, and with the help of my soulers, such a battle that looked disastrous changed dramatically in my favour.

And as for the enemy forces fighting those weird race members in the air, they were also attacked by some of my soulers. I watched, and seeing all these fiends fall to the water was indeed a marvellous sight to feast my eyes upon.

The enemy… They deserved this, deserved even more than this!

And just as I watched all this, the gap my soulers created started to widen and spread all over this world. I planned to leave the soulers behind, come and pick them after a few days.

Even if the world was so damn vast, after a few days, and with the help of my soulers, the enemy would find their backs facing the walls.

However, just before I intended to return through the same portal I came through, after the passage of almost one hour, many started to flash from the direction of the far away weird race side.

I stopped as I saw tens of thousands fly in a big way towards me. They kept grouping themselves together along the way, ending up forming a grand gathering of tens of thousands of flying army.

“Thanks for the benevolent mighty person for saving my people,” and when I thought I’d be faced with another round of interrogations like I met when I went to the god world, these dudes knew their places quite right.

One stepped forward, leading everyone to deeply bow towards me midair. The entire army of tens of thousands repeated the same words, and that created a loud banging and thunderous chorus.

I stood in my place, watching such warm treatment that told me how deeply they treasured my help. Then I couldn’t help but turn my gazes towards Clatinberg.

“Can someone explain the entire situation here to this dude please?” out of their expectations, the first thing I said was this. I pointed towards Clatinberg, and asked for them to explain things over to him.

“He is a dude, one who belongs to one race like yours. Yet unlike yours, the enemy who kept killing you lied to them, convincing them that they are their friends and allies.”

“Bullshit! They are friends! They are no friends, not allies! They are our killers! The ones who did all this to us! They killed tons of us, and they did this regularly with utmost pleasure…”

One dude, the same dude who stepped forward and led such a grand salute to me, exploded into the face of Clatinberg, scaring this foolish god.

The foolish god realised how deeply wrong they were. And the more that flying dudes with fins spoke, the more this god felt shaken.

At the end, Clatinberg couldn’t control himself anymore and his body kept trembling, retreating slowly as if he was afraid from facing the real truth.

“And you dare to call them friends? Allies? Allies my ass! They are killers! They are the criminals who imprisoned us and many other races inside this hell! And this… This venerable being came all the way here, sacrificing tons of his people, just to save us! What do you have here in your head? sh*t or what?!!!”