I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Using fire to clear most of the monsters might work, but I doubted the ability of the toxic monsters to kill much of those scaled bulls. If not for my help each time, the bulls would simply overrun the toxic monsters, killing them without losing even half of their forces.

I had to accept such a result. But the question here was, should I continue or stop here?

I had zero doubt about my ability to crush any enemy. But I was worried about the time lost here. One hundred hours for this map? What about the next one? Would I take a couple hundred or even a thousand?

I kept fighting and gathering up loot, collecting souls until I finally reached the final gate.

I stood in front of it with disturbed thoughts. Should I push forward, or retreat? Would I call it a day and just settle with another set of skills to my glaive?

And which glaive should I select? The light weighted fast moving one? Or that behemoth that I couldn’t yet use?

Would I find such an opportunity again at the other dungeon? Or was this just a special case for this one here?

Many unanswered questions and puzzles stood in my face. “Forget about it, I’ll crush the next gate and then leave,” I decided and took out the light weighted glaive.

I didn’t take out that behemoth. After all, I couldn’t even hold it in my hand. So it would be impossible to use it to open this gate here.

*Clang!* The glaive hit the gate and then I got the same messages and three skills to unlock.

“As I thought… Each weapon will bring me a different set of skills… What a loss that I can’t keep fighting here to my heart’s content.”

I shook my head in regret. If it was up to me, I’d keep fighting here without thinking about leaving. Having a set of three different skills every time I used a weapon? Damn! If I just counted the strong and unique weapons in my inventory then I’d become the strongest person in the entire apocalypse soon.

But that would come at a big price. I couldn’t risk a big war like this. I just clung to the hope that this dungeon wasn’t an exception.

After all, dungeons were famous for giving anyone skills. Hopefully this gate birthing golden skill eggs to me would appear at the next dungeon.

“Buy them all,” I didn’t hesitate to purchase the three skills. As usual, I got three skills, two rare and one unique.

[The Feather Glaive skill: Rare grade skill. The glaive will turn extremely light, losing five folds of its weight and gain five folds speed. Its damage will be increased by one hundred percent. Duration: half a minute. Cooldown: One minute. Price to unlock: One hundred thousand coins]

[The Thundering Glaive: Rare grade skill. The glaive will be surrounded with thin tongues of thunder, adding more damage, sharpness, and speed to it. The increase will start by one fold up to five folds if it keeps hitting enemies constantly without break. Duration: Twenty seconds. Cooldown: One minute. Price to unlock: One hundred thousand coins]

[The Flying Glaive skill: Unique grade skill. The glaive will be thrown to the air, flying fast in a wide arc, covering a distance of five hundred metres, hitting any enemy it faces. The speed will be increased by ten folds. The sharpness will increase by ten folds. Damage will increase by five folds. Cooldown: Two minutes. Price to unlock: One million coins]

I held great importance over one skill, the first one. Without any hesitation I took out my deadly behemoth glaive and it fell on the ground like a dead rock like always.

“Let’s hope this will work…” I said to myself while only touching the glaive with my hand. I didn’t even try to hold it as I knew I’d fail.

“Feather Glaive!” I said and then felt like something came out from my hand and went towards that deadly heavy glaive.

“Please work!” I gritted my teeth, grabbed it with both hands and tried to lift it.

“Ahhh!” I exerted more strength while shouting, trying to push every single ounce of strength I got. The glaive shook slightly for a few seconds, and at last it was lifted for half a metre.

I felt my entire body shaking out of this pressure, yet I kept trying to pull it higher. Just as it reached one metre, the duration of the skill ended and the glaive fell, taking my exhausted body with it to slam heavily at the ground.

*Boom!*

I felt like I was hit with a falling rock or something. It took me roughly a few minutes to just stand up again. My face was full of dirt, and my entire body aches in pain.

But… None of this mattered! “I… Did it!!” I shouted in triumph, raising my fist high in the air, releasing another wave of pain in my body.

Damn! Even if I got all these bruises, I still managed to push that bastard to move. This was something worthy of celebration. After all this dead heavy glaive was like an impossible challenge for me.

I estimated that it’d take even years for me to be able to use it. But now? Even if I could move it by such difficulty for a few seconds, it was worth the shot.

I could now add one more weapon up to my arsenal. I only used it as a dead bomb, releasing it over the heads of my hard to conquer enemies.

But now I had much hope in using it in normal battles. Of course it wasn’t still feasible for me to fight with it, but being able to raise it was the first step, right?

If I started my cultivation for real, then it would be much easier to move it. Soon I’d be able to use it freely in fights, even if it was for limited seconds per minute, it was worth trying.