I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I got a lot of things from the two I just killed. Stat points, beads, orbs, and even crystals were among them.

Warriors weren't a normal thing to encounter. Even if I got my class and enjoyed the full abilities of the market, I wouldn't find them sold anywhere.

Why? That was simply because they were precious to anyone! Imagine having an army under your control, an army of warriors who could level up without the need for dungeons.

Warriors were considered the main backbone to any kingdom or empire even back in my time. And even after ninety-nine years, one couldn't easily purchase them from anywhere except by luck.

And it was my luck to be here and I would never miss this chance.

"Hmm… Bulltors are mighty but they lack in few things. In terms of defense or offense they are incomparable to the ones I got here. But looking at other aspects like magic skills and long ranged attacks, they certainly fall short."

I scanned the long list again and this time I had a plan in my mind. Numbers didn't matter a lot as later on quality would be far more important than quantity.

The shield bearers Rachel summoned for example was a proof for that. Before anything else I bought a hundred of them. Their combined attack that could be done by twenty of them proved to be formidable.

Plus their price wasn't that high, only two hundred stat points.

I also bought a hundred archer based races, a magician based race, and a healer based race. I could buy a hundred of Bulltors but that would entirely deplete my stockpile of the stats.

I needed to add stats to these warriors to unlock their skills. Plus I wanted to buy a lot of gears for them as well.

So I settled on buying only fifty of them for now. That alone cost almost one hundred thousand stat points.

Then it was time for adding stats to them.

The system worked in this regard by a unified rule. So I had to add points in each stat to level them up. Reaching level five was enough for now as this unlocked two skills for each race.

However I selected ten of each group and raised their stats to level fifteen. This way they had the third skills opened and could act as the tip of the spear for me.

As I finished all this, I still had less than ten thousand stat points in the form of one stat crystal, few orbs, and many beads and points. However it would be best to keep this for now. I didn't know if I would need my stat points in any stage later on or what.

[The assessment is over]

[You killed three contenders by your own strength and turned one into your follower. You gained an exceptional assessment and you will unlock a heaven grade hidden class for you]

[The class is selected]

[Congratulations! You got the soul master class]

[The class is bound to your soul and genes now]

[You'll be transported outside the quest dungeon in five… Four… Three… Two…]

I didn't care about the countdown and instantly opened my profile. In front of my eyes I didn't have any class anymore.

I… had a class!

The light shone all around and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by this. I lived my entire life being suppressed, not able to live properly thanks to my lack of degree; the class.

And now, I have class! I finally got a class!

"I have a class! At last I have a class! Yahoo!"

I screamed in boundless joy while a burning feeling stung my eyes. I was crying, but I didn't care anymore. My lifelong dream finally came true and

I got a class. I had a class now! How cool was that?!

"Shut up and come here!"

Just before I could even finish my shouts of victory and joy, an overwhelming strength held me by the throat and all I could feel was a pain from my back as I slammed against the bronze statue.

A face appeared at this moment in front of me, a face of someone I didn't know or knew before in my life.

He looked like a youth, a couple of years older than me at best. He wore a block cloak that extended to a black scarf to cover almost half of his face.

All I could see was the upper part of his nose and both of his eyes. They shone in a strange faint purple light. That wasn't the issue, the issue was that he held me by the throat using force that didn't make sense.

We should have ended the first quest by now. However the limit over our stats would only be lifted now.

So how come he was this strong? Even when I had my full stat in strength?

The only thing I thought about was his gears. However his black cloak was so thick like it was made of steel and not cloth. It hid everything about his body. A shadow, he was just like a shadow coming out from the depth of darkness.

"W… Who are you?" my voice was slightly hoarse as I could feel slightly suffocated under his pressure.

"Resisting my hand grip? Interesting," his eyes shone brighter while his voice looked hoarser than mine. "But your stats won't do anything against me. Either you explain everything that happened here or else I'd kill you on the spot!"

Damn! Why out of all people this crazy man came looking for me? And why at this moment? I didn't even celebrate my achievement.

That wasn't fair! I didn't do anything wrong! I just acquired what was rightfully mine. A class, I finally got a class. And even if I had to put a fight to death with that maniac, then I wouldn't hesitate to do so.

But let me first understand what was wrong with him. Why was he targeting me with such hostility?

"Sorry but I don't know you," I said in a hoarse voice while feeling my throat being crushed slowly under his firm grip. "Just who are you?"

"That's the question I wanted to ask," his eyes shone brighter while he got closer to my face. "Look me in the eye and tell me, how could you get something that didn't belong to you in the first place?"

At this moment, everything hit me like a mighty wave of a tsunami. I couldn't help but tremble while looking deeply at his eyes.

In there I noticed something, something flashing faintly in the depth of his iris. It wasn't clear at first thanks to all that purple glowing coming from his eyes. But now, and from such close up distance, I could perfectly distinguish this unique mark.

"You… are a jumper!!!"

It wasn't a question but a shocked realization. Inside his both eyes there were two calmly rotating beads with black gold color.

It was the mark, the unique mark of any jumper. No matter what color it was, a bead was always resting there like a small wheat seed. It had such a unique shape that I would never miss it even from miles away.

"You know about me?" he tightened his grip and got me closer to his face, so close that I could smell his breaths stenching with alcohol.

"You were drinking," I couldn't help but say in a weakened voice, "jumpers shouldn't drink unless they are about to give up."

"You know a lot about me then," he waved his arms and helplessly my body flew and slammed on the ground nearby. I coughed and sneezed while gasping for air.

A jumper… What a damn luck I had here!

I didn't know just his class, but I also knew about his true identity. He was the one, the human who was supposed to get in there and have this class for his own.

And now he came to find me coming out, shouting and boasting in triumph about getting what initially belonged to him. What a fool I was to do that!

"Speak," a long spear that had a purple fire dancing on its tip appeared in an instant and was less than an inch away from my throat. I couldn't help but raise both hands in the air.

Jumpers were known to be crazy folks! They were lucky to encounter that class in their first run in the apocalypse.

Then they would have the choice to travel among worlds that were parallel to ours. Each trip would add more color to his bead. And this one was dark golden in color, meaning he traveled for many times already.

Each time he jumped, he would restart at the beginning of the apocalypse. However he wouldn't lose his memories like the reincarnation, and would keep his class, his cultivation, and also his inventory.

That meant I wasn't just facing a normal human waiting for quest two to start. I was standing in front of a human who cleared endless quests and gained many items.

Facing a jumper meant either he killed you or he would choose to jump if you bested him. Information about them came from the old man, and I didn't know how he knew all this about such a hard to meet class.

"What do you want to know?" I tried to act calm while getting my thoughts wrapped up quickly. I needed to find a way out of this. Facing this madman when he caught me stealing his class in such a way meant death.

Even my prideful Bulltors and other warriors wouldn't be able to make a difference. This jumper lived through many quests and apocalypses already.

He wasn't just one with a class, he had a cultivation and ton of advanced gears. He had enough skills to barbecue me alive with a thought of his.

I shouldn't play with fire, that's what I kept repeating to myself in my head at the moment.

"How come someone like you can find this place and get the class from the Selvator and the dragon? Not to mention that pain in the as* illusionist!"

He knew! He even knew about the illusionist as well! That meant this wasn't just his first time to get the class, he must have tried so many times before.

"You failed each time you tried to get it, so why do you bother?" I tried to probe. Was the old man right about his words from before or that man managed to overcome the incoming challenges in other attempts?

Please, let the old man be true this time, please…

"What are you talking about?" he shouted in his hoarse voice that made him like he was dying or something. Despite trying to be angry, I felt his shock.

If I needed to get out of here alive I had to play it carefully with this madman.

"I say you know that you'll die each time you get this class," I said as if I knew everything about him, "instead of trying to kill me, you should thank me."

"Thank you? For what? Stealing my class away?" he roared and I didn't know if he was struggling to speak or what.

"You tried," I had to stick to my plan to the end. After all I had no other plan but this. "You tried so many times already and failed. Then me taking this class will be beneficial for you."

"Stop saying nonsense and tell me who you are."

"I'm not fooling around," I simply shrugged, "let me guess… an army of monsters will hit this place in… around twenty to thirty minutes from now, right? Then that deadly weapon will be launched at you and you'll be burned to dust or… jump away like you always do."

This time I said all that the old man told me about him. I hoped the old man didn't fake or miss anything in the middle, or else I would be doomed.

"Humph, so you know what's coming at you. Who are you? A jumper like me? No, you don't have our stigma in your eyes. Then a reincarnator? Even if you are one, you wouldn't be able to retain all your memories."

Luckily he calmed down a bit. For sure this wasn't the end of his words as he added in vicious tone:

"I dunno who you are. But I'm interested, is it better to kill you or watch you die at the hands of those clowns calling themselves angels?"

"Well, let me die in the angels' hands.. At least they'd show me some mercy, not like you."