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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

Showing My Demeaner

"I'm not interested in these useless scraps of metal," I corrected my words, using harsher words to describe what I really felt, "I only am interested in the engineers and scientists in your companies."

"Who said you can order us around?" After a few moments of angry whispering, one of the people belonging to the Reston company said in a rude way.

*Snap!*

I didn't need to speak anymore. If they were blind to see the facts, then it was helpful to just shake some sense into them using my boys here.

With a simple snap of my finger, the entire army of my dragons flying high in the air descended all of sudden. They all landed over my chariot, with much more flying around with no place for them to stand there.

With their presence, an immense pressure pushed itself over everyone here. The first to retreat with pale faces were the youths from MIT.