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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

Using Terrain For My Advantage

"I need to wait until I'd get rid of those annoying bastards at my tail," I needed time and focus to do this.

If I tried to execute it, and made a single mistake out of the pressure I was getting so far, then I'd regret it!

I had to get rid first of those annoying bastards, kill some, control some, and scare the rest to fly away from here before thinking about doing such a thing.

But first the forces attacking the basin should control more lands there before I'd do such a thing.

The situation over there wasn't that promising. It seemed the forces stationed inside the basin were of different calibre than the ones outside!

They were strong and experienced enough to not lose their cool even under such massive pressure! Even with such a large number of forces gushing into the basin, the threads controlling lots of their forces with each passing minute, they didn't retreat that much.