I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

The best I could do was to leave behind deep wounds, exploding rivers of lava out of their bodies.

I got the impression that if I followed through, attacking more a few times, aiming at the deep wounds I left on their bodies, then I could easily kill them.

But I never got the chance to do so. My glaive was indeed overbearing, sending out all of my enemies far away from my reach.

And the enemies never gave me any room or chance to follow my first attacks with more to kill those giants at least.

This slowly started to get on my nerves! I wanted to see one of the two formidable races here getting killed on my hands. This would bring me satisfaction and quite the relief.

As for the once scary Exomachines, they ended up malfunctioning under my glaive like usual. And with my strength boost, I even cleaved a few into two halves, smashing many parts of others.

They might be scary against others, but against me with a strength boost, it simply turned into an overkill.

I kept moving around, laying down one group of shields after another. I didn't leave behind any warriors for now as they needed generals to lead them.

If I threw my warriors simply like that, then things would turn quite ugly and I'd lose most if not all of them.

Putting aside the scary new one eyed giant dudes, the flying suited ones, the other forces of the enemy weren't pushovers!

There were the scary fiends, the hard to deal with silences, and the annoying locusts.

I decided to lay down the foundations first using shields. Then I'd let my warriors out, led by one general in each zone.

And then I'd start to clean the outside forces using my shields' scary attack.

For a reason, I felt like the end result this time wouldn't be as remarkable as usual. There were the Exomachines, the ones who could shield anything and anyone away from the deadly attack of my shields.

And there were two new races here! I didn't know if they could handle my attack or not.

Not knowing the answer made me more focused on trying it out.

"Come down here!" I gave the order to my chariot, and it moved fast and reached my place at the next moment.

"Listen well…" I looked around and before I'd say anything, the jumper was the one to interrupt me.

"This battle isn't going to be easy."

"I know that…"

"It's going to be long."

"That's expected…"

"I hate being delayed on what I wanted to do," that dude said, and when I thought he was going to complain about my tactics, he suddenly added, "this world must have a core. Why won't we aim towards it? Why don't we dig deeper, explode this entire damn place to shreds and get out from here?" 𝗳𝒓𝙚e𝓌e𝚋𝙣𝚘𝐯𝙚𝙡.𝑐૦ｍ

"..." f𝙧ee𝘄𝐞𝚋𝐧૦ѵeƖ.c𝘰𝓶

Actually this was the first time, the first time I could recall, that this jumper acted this decisively and proposed something so brutal and decisive.

He was desperate, he wanted to get out of here as soon as he could.

Delaying ourselves here meant he'd get delayed from going towards the world that held his dude. And he knew that we got less than one month left before the grand opening of the twenty worlds' gates.

If he couldn't get to the world of his man by that time, then he'd end up waiting for much more. Without securing and stabilising the situations at the twenty worlds, I'd not allow for a single one of them to roam other enemy homebases.

Not to mention I was the only one with the ability to get anyone towards new enemy homebase worlds. So he needed my help, and I wouldn't ever allow him to do anything aside from handling the situation at the twenty world's first.

He also was sure that the moment the twenty worlds got opened, a hellish period of fight and hard times were awaiting us.

"We can't do it," I knew what he wanted to do. If we were already underground, why wouldn't we dig deeper and reach the core of this planet?

This was a world, but like any other world it resided on a planet. And like any planet, destroying the core would turn the entire planet into an impossible to live in place, or even explode it to shreds.

This dude wanted me to focus on digging the ground, moving to the core, exploding it using my methods, and then ending up ruining everything here.

"Reason?" he calmly asked, but I could feel his endless rage just from this calm tone.

"We need this world," I sighed, before adding, "we actually need every single world here."

"Why? We got many worlds back at home to conquer! And we have twenty worlds to conquer!"

"You don't get it yet, don't you?" I rolled my eyes before adding, "look around! Have anyone seen such races before?"

"Trying to control them isn't going to work," he noticed how my threads and techniques failed to control the Exomachines before it seemed, "and it's pointless! Once we conquer the apocalypse, our journey will be over."

"Wrong!" I decisively responded with a firm shake of my head, "once we cleared the apocalypse, controlled all the worlds in it, our real adventure will have just begun."

"This…"

"Let me tell you something…" I looked around, gazed at all the others while slowly adding, "you may think we just got unlucky here by meeting up such weird and formidable foes. But believe it or not, this isn't our first time meeting such an enemy."

"I never recall meeting such an enemy before," the jumper kept leading the debate against me, "not in this life, not even in any other life I lived!"

"You are wrong again," I slowly shook my head before adding, "remember the pocket world?"

"What about it?" The jumper was still glaring at me, as if he wanted to devour me, force me to follow his desires and needs, lead him away after crushing this entire world here or even ditch everything and leave.