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I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Starting out from NY city, one man will come back in time and start dominating the world of the apocalypse. Hye lived his entire life without a class. After the apocalypse hit the human world, strange creatures invaded and killed humans while new lands were being added. Systems were given to humans and with the help of the guides, humans started to fight back for their lives. All of this happened under the watch of the venerable beings who were shining stars in the sky; gods! Hye dreamt his entire life of a chance to prove himself. He was a hard-working, earnestly learning, and smart youth. However, the apocalypse never was merciful to such humans at all. Until one day he got a chance to go back in time when everything started. At this new starting point, he found himself able to finally obtain what he wanted, a class for himself and power beyond imagination. But will things be this easy for him? ______________________________________________ Release schedule: 1-2 chapters per day, more chapters per summoning pens: 1 chap for every 100 summoning pens. [WPC #264 - Gold Place Winner!] [ Check trailer 1 of the novel here: bit.ly/wn12345 ]

ranmaro · Fantasy
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1796 Chs

Bones Is The Answer

These defences couldn't stop the weakening blasts, nor could they stop the sharp limbs and tails of the melee or the flying types of Silence.

Not to mention the last type was just like the nuclear bombs humans used to make before the apocalypse, just like the type of bombs the research department developed before coming here.

In brief, all the current defences and gears were considered useless.

[Well… To be honest, you got something that can help] but the words he just said made me curious about what artefact I had and could stop these folks.

Was it my Libra? But it was a single target use artefact. Was it my pillar? Was my shields enough to stop these scary folks?

[Don't think about it, I bet you'll never guess what it is]

[Oh! You got my attention dude! Tell me, what is it?]

[It's your bones]

[...]

To be honest, I never expected such an answer. My bones? How were they useful?