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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 · Fantasi
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1796 Chs

Did It Fail?

"Let's do it, pal," this glaive stood in my inventory for a long time. I tried more than once to hold it and failed, only ending up using it as a drop of mass destruction and a real killer weapon.

But at last I managed to freely wield it, and use it as my primary weapon from now on.

I looked up the technique. The eleven balls hovered on top of the ground, with their huge bodies and different sizes.

"Come!" I drew my name in the centre of this technique and then the balls started to react fiercely and rotated fast around the world.

"Get inside, get it linked to you, pal!" At this moment, I bent my knees and jumped high in the air, raising up my glaive in such a manner to break heaven itself.

Once the glaive touched the about to merge balls, a change started to happen.

First the techniques merged into a massive ball that hovered midair, with my glaive stuck into its centre.