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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 · ファンタジー
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1796 Chs

It Finally Worked!

Well… He pushed his ability before to buy me valuable minutes. It was expected for him to not perform as well as before.

And now I had to work my best as well.

Alright bastard, I'd keep forcing you to kill your people non-stop.

I kept attacking, trapping him with my threads, while my first bone was gone. The next one was giving energy all the time, and I poured everything towards my technique.

It felt like I was acting as a conductor, a lively conductor that would connect energy from the bones to the technique threads.

As the battle ragged on, we both kept having big losses in everything. I grew aware that that dude was also spending energy to maintain his shield.

He was also paying a hefty price just like me. His losses at his elite forces after the first hour grew to be over half of their initial number.

And I didn't stop coming at him.