I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“But if we won’t fight, won’t take part in any battle, and won’t even safeguard you… So what’s our value then?”

“Value?” his selection of this word wasn’t coincidental at all.

“We can’t live without a purpose in life,” that dude shrugged, “if we don’t have a value, then we’d just prefer to die.”

“Well… There is a task I mentioned before,” I still kept this info in my head, “but first make up your mind. Either join me or die.”

“We can’t decide without knowing,” that dude was acting stubborn, “or else what if that task was something humiliating to us? Not enough for us as a value to live?”

“Their value sh*It was really something. “Just make up your mind and stop wasting my time. If what I said isn’t good for you, death won’t be an option.”

We looked at each other before he finally resigned. “Follow me,” he took a step to the right, and everyone else did the same.

Damn! Just seeing their coordinated movement and organisation made me drool over them. They’d do just great at this task.

“Is this how you make up your mind?” I looked at these Hectors who just took one step to the right and stopped.

Even in their defeat, they acted high and mighty. Damn! Did they feed them arrogance since they were little or what?

“You asked us to move right if we agree, and here we are,” that dude said and no one else spoke but him, “so now, what’s our task?”

“It’s military training one,” I had to give in to their stubbornness. I never expected to meet a race that was much harder to deal with than dragons. “I need you to start training camps, teaching my forces about fighting.”

“This…”

“Not only that,” I raised a finger in front of his face. As I talked with him, I started to get that annoying feeling.

If that task didn’t look impossible, they wouldn’t settle for it.

“I also want you to train them to cultivate.”

“C… Do you know how much time and effort we wasted to just let those barbarics start cultivating?!!” from the look on his face, I knew this task was enough to satisfy his arrogance.

And for me, having a possibility to let my humans embark on the path of cultivation was a really great thing.

“It’s not the problem of the student, it’s always the problem of teachers.”

“What the heck are you talking about?”

I knew he got me right, but he was challenged to even respond properly to my challenge.

“I’m just saying if you see this task to be hard, then you can take a step left and I’ll give you an easy painless kill. I promise, don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt.”

“Stop fooling around,” he seemed to get deeply hurt in his arrogance deep in his heart. I did this on purpose. After all they asked for a suitable mission, and it was so hard to achieve one it was just perfect.

“We… Accept!” As expected, he got the bait and agreed.

Just watching how this small in number force fighter was a real inspiration to me. They were strong, held more experience than even the Selvators and Berserkers here.

Plus I got their word to help my boys start cultivation as a bonus.

I just experienced first handed the effect of cultivation over the course of wars. In this battle, without the help of my cultivation, I’d be screwed!

“Alright, sign these,” I knew they were free of any contracts. But yet I used the highest grade contract I found in the market, costing me a real fortune.

Coins didn’t matter. I had lots of things in my inventory that by selling them I’d gain ten as much fortune as I paid.

As I watched them sign the contract after carefully reading it, I knew I gained it big in this fight.

Not only gained hundreds of thousands of humans and Bulltors, but also gained my own training crew. A very experienced crew that could create a great army in the future.

I always held the deal with Fang and Wryly highly because of this aspect. That didn’t mean I got to settle with just the two of them.

I just waited for a chance, enough for me to be satisfied with a training crew. And here came this chance. With such elites from such an outstanding race.

It was a win-win situation for both of us. They wouldn’t have to fight any of their people, and I would get what I always wanted.

As for the cultivation issue, they had to solve this themselves. I wouldn’t worry about humans lacking in cultivation anymore.

“Will we start now, mighty one?”

“Mighty one?” That dude was indeed a good leader. But his name was Lily, giving me the impression of being a girl and not a boy.

I looked up at the body standing in front of me in respect. There were no signs to tell me if he was a boy or a girl.

A hybrid then? Would such a thing exist at Hectors?

“Is there a problem, mighty one?”

“I just… wanted to ask… you know in humans we are either a boy or a girl, so…”

“Oh, about that…” the face changed slightly and that told me there was a bigger story behind this, “I’m a girl, but decided to abandon the life of softness for the harsh life of our fighters.”

I could feel pride in her tone. She wasn’t simple, but that wasn’t my business. In fact if not for her smooth looking scales and name, I’d never have suspected her for being a girl.

“First, I’m not a mighty one,” I corrected her, “I want you all to call me lord. And second, your training base isn’t here. It’s way to the East, so you’ll have to be on my chariot for now.”

“Ok,” Lily turned and shouted, “follow me and greet our mighty lord.”

Ok, they were too slow to get it. Or was giving their boss a mighty nickname was a must?