I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“Lord… But…”

“Lord… We gotta see and fight them. But they must have a leader, right? Someone to control them.”

“What weapon lord? What was it used for?”

“How can a weapon be fueled with our people’s souls?”

“How can a weapon be fueled by torturing our people?”

“Don’t look at me, you are the ones who did it!”

“Us? Our people got enslaved there, watching our folks turning into souls! It’s you who did it to us.”

“No way! It’s you who did this to us!”

“Shut the hell up or else I’ll kill you all myself!”

I grew tired of all this. What were they? Kids? Retarded kids or what?!!

Once I shouted, everyone stopped this nonsense. Looking at them acting in such a way made me realise how hard and long this task would take.

Yet I craved those races. They were strong, not to mention the ones from my universe were already extinct and considered cursed. Yet these races here weren’t!

As for the other universe races, they got tons of knowledge that I craved for. Just these shadow cultivators were enough to make me want them badly.

I had to solve this situation first before doing anything else.

“Living under the shadows and tricks of your enemies is a mistake, a grave mistake actually. You got to accept everything you knew, correct everything that happened to you that were all caused by what your true enemies did. Having deep hatred and grudges is something nice and all, but it’s not right to target them to the wrong people, to yourselves, towards those who suffered the same fate as you.”

I knew words alone aren’t enough. “I pledge on killing those enemies, on condition that you stand by my side. I can’t do it alone, even if I’m the mighty lord who saved you from all this, alone I can’t do anything. You saw it yourselves, I lost most of my powerful armies to just save you. Don’t make me regret doing it.”

I said what I got and now it was all up to them.

“In this world, there are lots of empty places. I’ll go towards one continent and open a path there for your people to follow. You live there, build cities and towns, live peacefully there and try to think about what I said.”

“Ok… Lord…” they got nothing else to say but that. I thought after knowing and seeing the truth with their eyes, they’d all change and accept it.

Yet it seemed it was a harder task than I thought.

I watched them descend, one group at a time. They glared at each other until each side went to their own people.

“Lord… I gotta say this might not work…” Lucias wasn’t optimistic about this. Neither did I.

But that was everything I could do for them, for now. I got lots on my mind at the moment. The fifth quest, that infestation of zombies, and the golden quest.

Zombies!

Just as I thought about that, my eyes flashed. I got zombie races from my universe, real zombies, the ones whom my necromancers spoke about before.

“Lucias, find me the leader of the zombie race among our universe group,” I said with a cold tone. I got to use this chance to know more about that race and those zombies who were going to invade my kingdom later on.

What were their true weaknesses? How to kill them properly? How to cure their infection and curse? Many questions started to line up in my mind while Lucias went to bring that dude over.

The ones I met before weren’t that scary. They looked like any normal race in the universe.

But from the words of the necromancers, I got to know there was some sort of curse, blood related, something that made them act in such a vicious way.

And I was about to discover everything soon enough.

“What about us?”

Just as I waited for that zombie leader to come, one of those who broke free from the statues asked.

His tone was filled with doubt and lots of confusion, yet it seemed he got a better grasp on himself.

Well, he and others were supposed to be heroes of their universes. How come a hero had a weak heart and mind?

“It’s up to you,” I looked at him. A giant with a cone shaped protrusion from the middle of his back, seemingly breathing in and out air from.

Yet the air that came in looked like it was sucked with mighty force, forming a little tornado. And the air it exhaled was filled with those little fine dots of red light sparkling all around for a few minutes before vanishing into thin air.

It got two big rounded eyes, ones that were honey in colour. I watched him and knew he was still confused, a little devastated, and much enraged with his failure and losses.

“If it’s up to me, I’d take you to fight along my side. But…”

“We need time,” he admitted it himself, “can my friend from another universe be generous and benevolent enough to let us live here under his care? We already owe you a great debt for killing that motherf*cker and free us. And letting us live here will make us indebted for you till we breathe our last breath.”

“Sure,” I didn’t find anything unusual about what he said, “stay here and get to know my universe and its rules. When you are ready, let’s talk.”

“Can we… Live there?” yet unlike what I expected, he selected the pocket world, startling me with his decision. “I know it might seem weird, but we have to live in the place where we failed, to learn and get over this for good.”

“Ah, I see…” they didn’t want to get time for themselves to reflect on what happened, they wanted to torture their souls with their failures.

I wouldn’t say I liked such an ending for them, but I got no say here. If they chose such a harsh way of redemption, then they had to be prepared for it.