I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Yet she also warned me that some races would be harder than others to capture. She also warned me that the next deals might be double or even triple the amount of races delivered to me the last time.

Of course I agreed over all this. After all, I wouldn’t say no to more souls, bones, inventory loot, and even additional forces to help me in the next war.

The thing here was which race should I let live and which was doomed to die? I still had more worries about the way to kill them.

The last battle was big and took many hours from me, almost ten hours. If she brought more of those races, then how much time would I waste each time I wanted to kill them?

These races were also slightly dangerous. Be it their numbers, their gods, their weapons, or their ranks and levels… I had to find a way to deal with them properly and without causing more trouble to myself.

“What about the people I’ll free from their gods? Will the death shrine abandon such a rare chance to expand its reign?” as Sith was already focusing on me right now, and he didn’t bring this topic to the discussion table so far, I had to force him to agree.

[Do you think we can accept trash in our shrine?]

“These are the three races you specifically recommended,” I wasn’t fazed with his answer, “either take them or I’ll look for another shrine or even another rival to you to take them in!”

[You are going to have another god support. Let him have these races. He is desperate need for followers for his cause]

“What caused it?”

[You’ll get it at its time. Now stop nagging me and let me enjoy my moment of peace after this… you know]

“Know what?”

[You are pathetic!]

He didn’t speak again no matter how many times I tried to annoy him. After calming down, I was surprised to discover this weird feature in my personality.

“Since when have I acted in such an annoying way? Damn you jumper! Is your attitude and personality contagious or what?”

I shook my head in helplessness before turning to see the agonising and twitching out of immense pain forces of mine.

This time I ended up with sixty-thousand races that could defy the punishment exerted over me by those bastards.

I still have a quest to punish them. I really wanted to do so. But first I didn’t know who they were, and secondly I didn’t know their names!

“I’ll ask Fang about that later on,” I knew that informative dude would know the answer. If not, then I might use my magic and let Wryly ask his paragon instead.

[The gods of your Ultras are asking if you are ready to meet their representative right now]

As I looked at the paled faces and arched weak bodies of my sixty-five thousand forces, I got this message from my channel.

“Give me a minute,” I said before controlling my chariot, letting it move near the place of this force.

“Are you sure it’s only a problem in stat points?” Before doing anything, I turned to ask the five generals of mine.

And they all nodded in unison.

“Great.”

*Clang!* *Clang!* *Clang!*

I first thought of using the illusionist god essence but I refrained from doing so. This material was a source of a very high level of energy. I wasn’t sure if they could use it instead of stat points or the extra amount would be wasted.

So instead I sacrificed almost ten million of my stored stat points, forming five big hills of stat points. They were high enough to even exceed the altitude of my intermittently working chariot.

Just looking at the speechless expression over my five generals’ faces made me chuckle in satisfaction. “Go, lead your boys to feast over these stat points and regain their strength back.”

“L… Lord… I… Is all of this… Ours?!!!” The shocking expression plus the stuttering way of speech from Seif made me laugh at him.

He and the other four just missed drooling to add the final funny touch over this scene.

“Just get used to it,” I shrugged, “you are lucky to serve a mighty and generous lord as myself.”

I puffed my chest, enjoyed this moment of pride and showed off while the other five bowed in response, expressing their honest feelings of admiration and respect.

“Just go,” I urged them, “I’ll also keep giving you stat points whenever a new guest arrives. As for your god sponsorship, I’ll go and seek a solution right now.”

“Thanks lord,” I sensed their desire to ask about my next journey, yet they didn’t ask and only bowed again. Even if they asked, I wouldn’t tell.

Or to be precise, I didn’t have any information about the nature of the god I was going to meet to begin with.

From the last words of Sith, I got the feeling that this god would be troublesome. It seemed he had his own troubles, and that meant his troubles would end up being mine.

“I’m ready,” as the five generals disembarked my chariot, I made sure to spread my entire special forces of various warriors all around the place.

After all, I wasn’t inside the city. Hopefully no stupid foe would use this moment to come at me or something.

If someone tried to act funny, he would end up facing herds of my forces.

[A meeting place is prepared for the two of you]

[You can now pass through the portal and meet the representative god of your Ultras]

*Fwoosh!*

In front of my eyes, a portal appeared like before and I simply passed through it. I hoped this meeting wouldn’t last more than an hour, or else I’d lose one more thousand of my precious blessing points.

“Y… You…” yet the moment I passed to the other side, I couldn’t help but petrify in my place, feeling all my muscles contracted without exception. “What the hell are you doing here?!! How come you are here in the first place?!!!”