I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

The shields were just like thin paper or fragile glass, facing deadly fire or thrown rocks. I kept hearing the crushing sounds of my shields, the sizzling of the brutal resistance between my shields and that damn lava.

After two and half days, I couldn’t keep doing this anymore. The shields were getting crushed much faster than the rate of making them.

“Screw it then!” I didn’t feel any hesitation before activating the offensive ability of my shields.

The shields stored up tons of damage. With the trick of my persistence in keeping them active, they stored the damage from the first moment they appeared at till now.

I was in space, but I could feel the horrifying wave of energy released from my shields. The light that was usually blinding to me turned dim under the assault of the lava, and a fierce and legendary battle erupted between the two sides.

I didn’t know when it happened, but my shields managed to reach a level where they extended and reached more lava pillars active zones.

This was quite unbelievable! I got immersed totally in what I was doing, and didn’t take any care of what was happening outside.

But right now, the lava finally got stopped by the offensive wave coming out from my shields.

Even if none got the upper hand yet, I bought myself enough time to breathe!

“F*ck you all bastards! I swear I’ll enslave all of your descendants! I’d never believe or trust a single member of your damn and f*cked up race! Screw you all! Screw your ancestors!”

I was on the verge of going there myself and annihilating that damn race with my hands. That race did something that even my mortal and most formidable enemies couldn’t!

Screw those jumpers! Since day one I met that jumper with the ugly mask and that race kept getting on my nerves!

What the f*ck did their ancestors think when they made all this? Did they want to take revenge even on the ones trying to rescue them? F*ck!

I just let these angry thoughts run wild in my mind for a minute or so, giving such plausible imaginings about crushing the jumpers and drinking in their blood to quench my frustration.

Then I started to get back to work.

The shocking battle going on all over me wasn’t going to last for long. The shield’s offensive and mighty wave used to clear out any forces in front of it, but this time it got met with something it hardly could compete with.

I could imagine the insane consumption rate of my offensive strike energy. The attack that should have lasted for weeks wouldn’t last for half a day at best.

Instead of waiting, I used this time to form up tons of my shields, reinforcing the existing shields with new ones.

As I expected, in less than twenty hours, the mighty offensive strike started to fade slowly and the pillars of lava seemed to release their anger in return.

The lava pillars kept coming from the direction of that destroyed planet. That made my offensive strike fight not just lava, but the entire nature of this world, like punching a fist and hoping to break the entire world apart!

That was indeed ridiculous! But I have to accept such results. At least, it bought me enough time to reinforce my shields.

When the offensive strike got killed at the hands of lava, the lava didn’t find the same weak and fragile shields as before.

Instead, they got to face a mighty mountain, one that wouldn’t budge no matter how hard rain dropped and sky roared at it.

The lava still destroyed parts of my shields, but they’d never be able to crush or pressure my shields ever again like before.

I didn’t stay idle and kept creating more shields to reinforce the existing ones. At the same time, time left for such hell was almost over.

I kept summoning my shields for ten or so hours before I finally stopped what I was doing. The ferociousness of these pillars of lava dropped significantly, to a level where the pillars would take ten times the effort to tear down a single shield layer off mine.

Seeing the pillars getting weaker the more the planet rotated, I didn’t stand my hand and decided to give a deadly strike, avenging myself and my lost shields.

I released another deadly attack from my shields. I knew the amount of damage stored wasn’t even close to the last one I released, but it was sufficient to do something entirely different.

The pillars of lava looked like being formed of fragile ice, getting shattered in front of my progressively advancing shockwave.

The assault I released didn’t meet any fierce resistance like before, ending up expanding for hundreds of miles while the pillars of lava got crushed and lost all this distance, splashing lava all over the place.

“Rot in hell, rot where you came from!” I shouted in rage while watching that damn hellish side of the planet finally vanish, taking with it all the lava it released.

An entire day passed, and the surface land appeared once again in front of my eyes. I didn’t stand on ceremony, asked Lucas II to spread his ability forward, forming a long trail of silver ground once more.

During all this time, I asked Lucas II to do a single task, which was to keep the silver ground underneath my chariot and inside my shields intact.

No matter how brutal and devastating the conflict and clashes between me and the lava pillars were, the silver ground never vanished or even showed cracks!

Lucas II took the task of repairing any damage my ground would take, ensuring the ground still existed after all this.