I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

The next few hits released more cracks all over the surface of that shield. I didn't need to say any more to convince such an intelligent dude.

If he wanted to live, he knew what to do. If he was that loyal to his race, then he'd be buried under the ground in less than few more strikes.

No matter who was trying to come here in rescue, they wouldn't get enough time to get here and save him before his shield would break.

And the moment his shield would be eliminated, his life would be in my hands.

I had an experience before when dealing with paragons. Most of them were just stubborn enough to prefer to die than to concede to me.

Only Isac was the exception to succumb and lower her head and join me. She paid a hefty price for such a decision, and I knew if any Hescos paragon or another race paragon wanted to take the same decision and be my lackie, he or she would have to pay a similar price as well.

Trying to use my threads and such methods wouldn't do. I tried it many times before and it failed.

From what I understood from Isac back then, the position of paragon wasn't simple. The system would enforce some sort of limitation over these paragons. And changing allegiance wasn't that simple at all.

I waited and watched that paragon dude trying his best to last longer. But in less than half a minute, the entire shield of his got smashed to tiny pieces.

"Time to face reality, submit to me or die!" I raised my glaive as hard as I could and intended to deliver a killing blow to him.

If he wanted to survive, he had to follow me and betray his race. If not, he'd die right here and now.

"Don't! Stop! I concede! I chose to follow you! Stop!" just before I'd sway my glaive down over his head, that dude suddenly threw in the towel, screamed like a b*tch and asked for mercy.

His act took me by surprise. I didn't know why but it felt like this dude was still green and cowardly.

"Sign this contract then," I coldly said, waved my hand and delivered a high grade contract for him to sign. At the same time, I didn't move my glaive from its position in midair.

If that paragon was bluffing and trying to trick me to do something, then at the first sign of his betrayal I'd cut his head clean.

Yet against my worries, that paragon hurriedly signed the contract. When he did, he issued a heart curdling scream while I watched his arm get chopped off.

It seemed the price any paragon would pay to join me would be this severe. Isac lost an arm before, and it seemed this was the general price any paragon would pay.

He kept screaming like this while his hand clutched over the contract. Even if he signed it, before his punishment would be delivered, the contract wouldn't get activated.

His screams lasted for a few minutes. During which I noticed that all the forces around stopped in their tracks, looking towards my direction in utter silence.

I didn't feel any threat coming from them. If I felt anything then it'd be shock and disdain.

They got all the right to feel so. Such a high and mighty figure, a paragon candidate of their race, one who was supposed to compete over the throne of their race in the entire apocalypse, just acted this low and cowardly accepted my rule.

I didn't spare them any glance. I was glad I found such a coward and ended up roping him in.

A coward or not, he was a capable dude. I wasn't after his leadership traits. Just from the pathetic act he showed just now I didn't hold much on his future accomplishments at my kingdom and army.

Surrendering to me wasn't an act of cowardice, but the way to surrender to me was. If he stood erect, held his head high, kept his arrogance and self respect while surrendering to me then I'd take him for being courageous.

But he screamed and cried for mercy, acting like a pussy and not a real man. I didn't know how such a coward and weak boned dude ended up being one of the mighty paragons in the Hector race.

Aside from anything else, I was after his belongings as a paragon and not his strength. I knew he was that bastard who kept trying to seal my stuff. And I wanted that awesome treasure he got and other artefacts as well.

"Come with me," but taking out all of his belongings was something left for later. For now, I had to do everything I could and get more paragons and capable generals under my lead.

Yet before I'd move a single muscle, I heard a thunderous shout coming from the distance.

"Let go of our leader, or else you'll die here!"

I turned towards the direction such a shout came from. And there I spotted a grand gathering of a mixed army of flying, ground, and underground Hescos coming towards me in a formidable looking array.

Their number was in hundreds of thousands, and they looked as crazy and brave as any mighty soldier should be.

I looked at them using my Hawk Eye skill. "It seems your people really want to save you," I snorted when I spotted at least five red suited dudes coming in the mixture of those hundreds of thousands.

If a purple suited individuals would be paragons, then red ones might be generals or capable individuals in the Hescos armies.

Taking control of a single one of them was worth more than a hundred ones like this coward next to me. Wars would be won by soldiers led by great generals. And I truly respected any courageous generals more than just rich and spoiled brat like the one next to me.