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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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Fulfilling An Old Promise

That jerk was the only one able to turn me mad with just simple words of his. I took deep breaths before I finally calmed down myself.

[Help is going your way] I sent to Fang before recalling my twin discs. [Lead your forces back to the capital. I'll leave a huge ten portals there. They will lead you all the way to Texas directly]

[Wow! Nice touch!]

[Don't slack! This war is huge and I want it done before the start of the fifth quest]

[Don't worry, leave it to me. Since when have I let you down? I'm your right handed man! I'll make you proud]

[...]

I controlled myself to not find this jerk and smash his head. As I got this urgent task, I stopped, saved the bookmark, before jumping directly to Texas.

There the situation was a clear image of war camps. Long rows of forces kept marching towards the direction of the big gulf to the south.