I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

As I headed West, I noticed a big group of people running away in a big manner. It was surely that paragon. And it was time for me to kill a paragon of another race other than Hectors.

If I was going to be a king, shouldn’t I select a name for myself? A paragon slayer, it was a cool name indeed. And I deserved to be called one.

“See that running chicken? Aim at it and kill all those around him,” I pointed at a running giant in the middle of lots of strong looking other giants.

It was indeed that Selvator paragon. Unlike Dragons, Selvators didn’t like fancy things or showy items. But they paid much importance towards getting themselves strong looking items and gears.

The gears over that dude didn’t have much ornaments or golden particles. But they had strange protrusions and writings, making me feel how strong and unique these gears were.

So he was that paragon, and he seemed to run away in such a scary and frightening manner. Someone must have tipped him about my plans towards him. Or why was he running away in such a way?

As I gave the order, my boys shifted their attention away from that Hector’s crazy paragon and hit the Selvator’s. The explosions erupted and led to a massive shockwave that swept clean most of his nearby forces.

“Attack the other one,” as the first hit did all this damage, so I decided to shift the attack back to the Hector paragon.

If I thought for a second that a single hit was enough to kill that Selvator paragon then I’d be greatly underestimating paragon and Sevlators.

But this attack was enough to force him to stop, and give me a chance to curse him as well.

As the dust settled, what I expected appeared in front of my eyes. That paragon was surrounded with a mighty shield, formed entirely out of pure energy.

It was big enough to encompass thousands of his elite forces, but not as big as the shield of the Hector paragons.

And as he was forced to stop, my chariot managed to catch up with him. I stopped in midair, hovering almost five hundred metres above that shield, seven hundred metres above his head.

“So it’s you,” he said in a deep tone, a tone that held much authority and pride, “let me go and I’ll richly reward you.”

“I can’t be bought by money,” I shook my head in confidence, “just one thing can be accepted to save your neck.”

“No f*cking way! I won’t turn into a dog to serve others, especially a lowly human like yourself!”

He was smart indeed to guess what I wanted from him. In fact he was mistaken. I wasn’t just trying to reach a bargain, I was just wasting time until my curse would work.

However, in less than two minutes, my curse was completed, giving me a surprise. It seemed I grew used to the long time my Libra used to take over the Hectors and mistook that other races would show the same resistance.

But Hectors were a special case indeed. So in just our little talk here, my curse worked. From the ashen white expression on his face, the dim light coming from his aura, I knew my curse worked successfully. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

“How about now? Do you accept it?” I snorted while offering up this deal again.

I knew Selvators pretty well. They might look fair and just lovers from the outside. But after dealing with Fang, I knew how cunning and a little dirty they were.

In fact I suspected a link between the Selvators and Dragons, as if the two shared the same ancestors one day.

So the chances for him to accept my offer were nearly null. But I had to offer this. After all, if I ended up having a paragon under my control, it would save me lots of trouble.

Fang showed me how Selvators placed great importance over knowledge. That dude was a mere archlord, not favoured by his paragon till now, and yet he knew lots of info all the time.

“I decline,” as I expected, he didn’t take the bait, “if it was up to me, then I’d definitely choose my life. But paragons aren’t that easy. We are forced to serve none but ourselves, or else we can’t get the rank of a paragon in the apocalypse.”

His words were an eye opener for me. It seemed that paragons were really a special rank. They couldn’t serve others, and that wasn’t an option they could decide on their own.

“Then abandon paragonship and join me,” as he treasured his life so much and didn’t want to die, but couldn’t do that either as he was bound by the restriction of the system over his rank, so why not ditch this rank?

“This…” my words seemed to give him a possibility he never thought about.

“What? Don’t tell me dying as a paragon is more important for you than living as a normal person!” I raised one eyebrow, faking my surprise for his hesitation.

I knew he hesitated now because he never thought about this. Leaving his place, the rank he lived his entire life dreaming to obtain, was indeed something unexpected for such a figure.

But he had no other choice here. He must be aware of my Libra and its deadly curse. With it, he had no chance at standing against me.

His life was indeed in danger, and his only option to survive was by serving me loyally.

“Make up your mind,” I turned my chariot around, “don’t run. I’m well aware of your position all the time. And as you can see, no one can run away from me.”

“W… Where are you going?” he asked in doubt and I just shrugged while moving away.

“Sorry, but I got two other paragons to kill. Will finish them off and return to you.”

Damn! Just saying this line made me look so damn cool!