I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

I left him and was pretty confident in his agreement to my offer. After all, I just said I was going to kill two other paragons in such an easy and carefree way.

As for these two paragons, I knew I held zero chance at convincing them to agree to such an offer. The first was that crazy Hector paragon. That dude was blinded by his hatred, not knowing what to do but to chase after me like a cat running after a feather dancing in the air.

As for the second one, it was the Berserker’s paragon. Berserkers were a race that couldn’t be reasoned with. They loved wars, and value nothing much about their lives.

So trying to force such a warmaniac dude to surrender to me was a dream. I just got lucky with Wryly actually. As that dude wouldn’t be convinced by anything except brute strength.

If not for the circumstances we two met at, he wouldn’t end up serving me. Also trying to seduce him with prestige and benefits wouldn’t work, and that was why I kept throwing him around, fighting at every possible chance.

Unlike Fang, who valued what I was doing to him to make him ascend higher. Fang wanted power and prestige, and so it seemed much easier for me to deal with him.

He was just so self focused to care too much about his own benefits, to the degree of making me feel insulted at some occasions.

Just like how he dealt with this entire battle here. Yet in the end he got what he deserved anyway. Losing many of his troops on the hands of the coalition of Dragons and Selvators just looked fair in my eyes.

One paragon was chasing me around, so I didn’t need to find him. But the other was nowhere to be seen.

Wryly didn’t respond back to me yet. He didn’t find any trace of that paragon. It seemed his paragon did as I feared.

But who cared? If that paragon decided to betray Wryly and help his friend and rival, I’d still end up finding that damn paragon here and kill him.

No one was stupid. They were all smart to be paragons. So they all saw through my plan and knew I was just killing one to create a place for my two boys to rise at.

Instead of risking letting people under my leadership be their rivals, meaning I’d be their rival, they would better choose their already known enemies and help them escape.

Who knew? Fang’s paragon might have played on the two sides. He might have warned that paragon here to run, and at the same time he told Fang about his place.

Whoever ended up winning here wouldn’t suspect or hold a grudge against him. Smart, cunning, and dirty… That was typically what a Selvator would do.

Especially if all this remained hidden and wasn’t revealed at all.

“Where are you, dude?” as I kept looking around, I murmured to myself. That paragon must be too terrified to stay. So I was looking for a large convoy running as fast as they could, as far away from here as possible.

After half an hour of constant flying and looking, I finally saw him. He was running East, the last direction I thought he’d go.

After all, the entire East from here was under my control directly or indirectly. So trying to run there looked weird to me.

But anyway, as I found him I did the same tactic I did with that Selvator paragon.

First I attacked with my fallen gods. Then I used my Libra. Last I didn’t offer anything and only let my boys over the chariot to release all their weapons at him.

That dude was really pathetic! He didn’t have a chance to fight back at all. From the start, he was on the defence, trying to survive as hard as he could.

Burning away treasures was a familiar signature mark for the approach of their deaths. These paragons seemed to have more defensive treasures than anyone I’d ever seen before.

It took roughly ten minutes from my arrival to kill him. That dude fell and I could only sigh.

If not thanks to my Libra treasure, killing them would be hard or even impossible. Also I realised something from fighting against all these paragons.

At the early stages of the apocalypse, these paragons weren’t as mighty as I imagined. After all, we were all limited by our stats. But at later stages, they’d keep growing stronger, gain much force on their sides and would show a great disparity with people like me.

I had to work hard over my forces, over the project of transferring human weaponry systems into something that could be used here and now.

Like this I’d have a chance to fight them equally later on. I was quite sure that after this battle, facing another paragon would become so rare, much rarer than even my chances to ascend heavens.

They’d all know how threatening I was. So they’d prefer to hide for now, build up their powers until they create a massive difference with me. Then they’d come at me with everything they got.

As I killed him, I had now my time to turn over that annoying Hector paragon.

“I gave you lots of chances to retreat and survive, but you still acted stubborn and kept coming at me,” I helplessly said. In fact I didn’t feel like killing a Hector paragon today.

But that dude was so stupid to keep knocking on the gates of death like this. If he was this desperate to die, then I’d just fulfil his dreams.

“Die then!” without showing mercy anymore, I let all my boys here attack with everything they got.

And hell opened fire over that pathetic dude and lasted until he let out his last breath after twenty minutes.

With his death, the curtain of this big and all time changing tides war would be closed.