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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
1796 Chs

The Big Jerk!

"You…" Just when I arrived at the outer layer of this zone, and was inspecting the area around out of habit, I spotted something flashing in the distance.

It was something that couldn't be part of locusts filling the world here. I used my Hawk Eye skill at once, to end up seeing a big flying thing in the air.

It was one chariot that I knew, one of the ones I gave to my generals before.

I didn't need to consider who came all the way here and waited in the far distance like a sneaky thief.

It was the jumper! That jerk did something even I didn't expect!

He led his chariot all the way to here, and thought I'd not notice him. What did he expect? To slip through the portal I'd pass through without me noticing his presence or what?

Was he this desperate?

For a moment there, I felt sympathy towards him. He was indeed a poor man, or a lady. That damn god played his cards too well without doubt.