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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 · Fantasia
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1796 Chs

The Problem With The Staff

This girl… She was just so competitive! She knew that drawing the layout wasn't a problem, but delivering it was. She was travelling on foot, and that meant she'd take a long time to reach me and the same to return back to her forces.

So she thought about delivering the drawings to one of her men before hurrying after Lucas.

I held the drawings in hand and started reading them.

From my past experience in dealing with complicated drawings and blueprints, this one seemed much simpler.

"She… Got to be kidding me!" I finished looking at all the drawings and couldn't help but lament my bad luck. "This is all childish drawing! Doesn't she know how to draw or what?!!"

What I saw wasn't that much different from a ten years old kid drawing on a piece of paper. The lines were erratic, the drawings looked too simple than they should be.