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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 Weird Holes!

I only saw such a thing just before the war started, back at my second Earth. I got that this world was special, void of any fight and struggle.

But these Hectors were enjoying such a life in the middle of the apocalypse. Why did they feel like this? Was it because they trusted their leaders and armies? Or because their race was mighty and strong to make them feel secure and safe?

I didn't know the answer, but I craved to see such life in my kingdom. Such security and confidence in their race was something I wanted my people to feel towards my kingdom.

I would build such a kingdom, where my humans would feel secured even if there was such a war drawing closer to them.

"They look happy," the first to speak was Sara, and her tone didn't carry any of her aggressiveness or brutality.

"Yes… I have never seen such happy faces since that damn thing happened!" The spearhead seemed to be taken also by the atmosphere here.