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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

Going To Pittsburgh

"Do you think these little attacks can hurt me?" I snorted, letting all of these fall over my shield before calling my fallen gods.

"Destroy these flies," I lazily pointed my glaive towards the flying monsters, making my fallen gods burn them to shreds.

Many attacks also landed on the ground, taking a great deal of the monsters here.

If there was something nice about it, then it would be my soul count. In this quest, I was sure getting the needed quota to pay my debt for the higher up was possible.

I didn't plan on using my souls to expand my forces for now. I had another way to solve this problem, a far better way that would let me sleep at night in peace in the near future.

[Where is the army now?] as I got away and flew for a couple of hours, I sent this to Hilary, [Also how are things at your end?]