I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"Those son of b*tches… I want to see them dead! All of them!"

"Make it two of us then," I evilly grinned, "but first let's speak about the real deal… Tell me, is there a way to find, defuse, and neutralise your bomb threats?"

"That…" he paused, and from that momentarily pause, I felt like my heart got squeezed up, getting smashed to pieces in front of my eyes, "there is a way indeed… However, you have to use our people to do that."

"This…" I now realised why he got such hesitation even if there was a way to solve this, "tell me, must be angels? Or someone with your powers?"

"No one got our powers!" that dude acted all arrogant all of sudden. But his arrogant response told me the answer I wanted.

"Teach me then," I pleaded, "teach me how to find, defuse, and deal with these bombs… Tell me everything you know about these bombs."

"I just told you, only people from my race can do it. And we can't leave here! We are just copies of our true selves, won't get released free until either this world dies down and we die with it, or we manage to stop everything and save our world and live."

"I know," I nodded, "but I got the powers of your race."

"Stop joking! That's not funny!"

"Then why did I say earlier that I have to pay a debt?" I looked at him in a way that told him I wasn't even bluffing or playing around.

I knew it might be hard to believe, but it seemed the gift I got from that old man was his helping hand not only to his race, but to everyone else trapped here.

Considering such a possibility made my heart tremble. 'How far did that old man truly see exactly?!!!' It was such a scary thought, one that told me I was all this time moving according to the plans of that old man.

I'd not blame him. After all, I got to say he had a good eyesight to select me out of all others in my time.

And I could say with confidence that I didn't let him down! I was destined to greatness, that was for sure.

"Are you telling me you got my race's ability? No way! No f*cking way!!!" Real got shocked and even scared by this thought, "to do so, one of my people has to sacrifice himself for you to get his ability. And that must happen according to the preset of rules… One of which is quite impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible in this world," I shrugged, but he kept speaking. And what he said made me quite shocked this time.

"That condition can't be achieved unless your soul gets sent back or forward in time! We haven't had such an ability in our race for billions of years! Only our founder, the Great Angel, got such ability and with it he managed to create the miraculous race of us and our legendary tale!"

"...!!!"

To be honest, this was enough to blow up my mind. Don't tell me that the old man was the one to select Hilary, not the other way around.

I couldn't tell what was right and what was wrong anymore. This was way too much for my poor brain cells to handle or even grasp heads or tails of!

What the heck was wrong with that old man? How come he has such ability to foresee the future, to know what to do, without committing a single mistake despite how impossible this task and journey was!

Wait a minute… Real spoke about a race that was with them here, one who could foresee the future… Don't tell me the old man also got someone on his side, one just like that, one who saw the entire future and past, saw through everything and found the only right route out of a shitload of endless possibilities!

Damn! Thinking about this made my mind this close from getting blown up! Everything was connected, even that old man's persistence to find and issue me missions, everything was connected even his meeting with Hilary a long time before meeting me!

What a formidable and scary angel this dude was! How loyal and annoyingly admirable he was towards his race and people!

Would I even do half or even one hundredth of what he did to my race as well? For a second there, I felt how truly and scarily dwarfed I was compared to him.

At this moment, the old man who I once considered as a fool and madman, turned to be this all wise and unfathomable figure in my eyes, one that I'd look up to and admire for the rest of my life.

"Let's skip this part for now," I didn't like speaking about my return back in time, "now I have the time ability as your people, and I can learn everything you know."

"This…"

"Just accept it as mere fact, why would I lie to you?" I said in little annoyance, not from him but from my lack of actions compared to the old man, "now let's save ourselves time and teach me the right way to handle these deadly bombs."

Real kept himself hesitant for a few minutes. Yet under my persistence, he couldn't help but succumb at last to my wishes.

"I'll tell you, but if you can't do it, don't blame me or something," he sighed, before finally starting to explain things about these bombs.

And what he said was something crazy, something that made me wonder how the heck did these fiends manage to do it in the first place!

"These bombs are just made out of normal materials present at any place, but there is a little trick in making them… They got infused without power, and so they got placed back in time, not in the current time. And when they got defused, they wouldn't explode at the current time, but in the past. And that means…"