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I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Starting out from NY city, one man will come back in time and start dominating the world of the apocalypse. Hye lived his entire life without a class. After the apocalypse hit the human world, strange creatures invaded and killed humans while new lands were being added. Systems were given to humans and with the help of the guides, humans started to fight back for their lives. All of this happened under the watch of the venerable beings who were shining stars in the sky; gods! Hye dreamt his entire life of a chance to prove himself. He was a hard-working, earnestly learning, and smart youth. However, the apocalypse never was merciful to such humans at all. Until one day he got a chance to go back in time when everything started. At this new starting point, he found himself able to finally obtain what he wanted, a class for himself and power beyond imagination. But will things be this easy for him? ______________________________________________ Release schedule: 1-2 chapters per day, more chapters per summoning pens: 1 chap for every 100 summoning pens. [WPC #264 - Gold Place Winner!] [ Check trailer 1 of the novel here: bit.ly/wn12345 ]

ranmaro · Fantasy
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1777 Chs

The God And Jumper Races

According to the list, these folks kept jumping back in time more than ten thousand times! That meant they lived through such a cycle without gaining a chance to break free from this curse!

"Wait a second… No one can live through ninety-nine years…" I paused when I realised this.

The jumper's ability would allow him to jump back in time while having the same age, abilities, memories, and everything else.

So if they had to live for ninety-nine years each time they jumped, wouldn't they die out of old age?

The only explanation was that every time they jumped, they'd mate together and produce a new generation.

And that new generation would be the one who'd witness such disaster, ending up repeating such cycle!

That made quite sense! This way, it'd be hard to teach everyone what others felt and experienced. Even if they used memory beads and records, they'd still miss many things.

Not to mention there was a huge difference between living the sh*t and describing it to others!