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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

What Happened To My Team?!!!

"Damn! It's… Green now!"

My energy was always silver white since the beginning. But now it was pale green, giving a weird impression like I had the source of life running in my dantian and meridians.

I felt that my energy was getting up, getting stronger when I was dealing fervently with the dark energy from before. But it seemed I underestimated the benefits, not knowing it was enough to push my energy towards the higher step.

Cool! This was an unexpected gain from this battle indeed. I checked this energy and made sure nothing was wrong there.

Then I cut my palm with my dagger, and like before I selected the left hand. From the battles I fought so far, the value of letting my left hand control the techniques was immense.

It gave me freedom to use my right arm, the stronger one, to wield weapons and even fight.