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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 · Fantaisie
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Fighting Against Death

I was indeed trapped here with nowhere else to go. If I teleported, I'd lose control over my techniques.

The moment my big portal touched that continent, I felt the falling speed of that behemoth of dirt slowing down remarkably.

It was stopping, slowly falling an inch per minute or so. I could feel my portal devouring an endless stream of energy from that continent, but it would take long hours, even days or weeks for me to solve this.

Yet the jumper and that other jerk, Fang, wouldn't stay this long and wouldn't survive the sh*t coming towards their direction.

[Come here now!]

[Right now?!]

[Just leave whatever you are doing and come!]

I got tons of distressful and very anxious and terrified messages from everyone, literally everyone! Even the teams I sent to scout, they panickily sent messages over, crying out for help, speaking in pure despair.