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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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Black Turns Into Red

"They should be cleansing the darkness over the dens by now," he paused, and I looked at him as if I was looking at a fortune teller or something.

He seemed to notice my weird gaze, so he added in explanation, "the darkness is what keeps our people down there sleeping. To wake them up, we need to clear this darkness and then feed the all sleepy zombies with our energy."

"The bloody circle and curtain?" I asked, and he nodded.

I knew how they were going to make their sleeping people wake up. It made quite sense, but I still couldn't fully grasp how they did it.

I returned to watch what was going on in that world. As the blackness started to recede, more redness appeared in each den.

The process this time took longer than I expected. And I noticed something else. The one hundred elites of the zombie race showed signs of fatigue and weakness.