I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

When they opened their eyes, I swore they were elliptical like the eyes of a dragon! They got two curved and short horns on their heads, long thin tail that reached five metres in length, agile and flexible, giving me the impression of having a snake, not a tail back there.

As for the last remarkable change there it was their claws. The werewolves had five thin, slightly curved, sharp claws that could tear anything apart.

But the two monsters I got had few modifications or upgrades to their claws. Instead of being thin, the claws became thick, in the size of two fingers at least!

And they became longer! Each one of them was half a metre in length! And they became more curvy, and their numbers increased to become seven instead of five!

“Lord,” they bowed, giving me goosebumps when I saw their backs at this moment.

Their spinal cords were clearly seen. Broad vertebrae, each was thick enough to be in the size of my head! And each one had a short sharp spine coming out from the middle of that vertebra.

Even the scales couldn’t cover their appearances! How strong were they?

“Rise,” I gulped in excitement, “good… No, it’s great,” as I saw their appearance for another minute, I couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise and delight.

These monsters… These two monsters seemed perfect to act like frontline attackers!

What I lacked most? I had enough warriors to act as fodders and defensive troops, had aerial dragons, aquatic Krackens, and long ranged warriors.

What I lacked was warriors to act as a spearhead, killing my enemies at the frontlines.

I thought of acting this role when needed. After all, swordsmen like me were considered excellent melee troops.

But now I don’t need to do that! These upgraded and hybrid dragon and werewolf monsters were perfect!

“Damn! I can only summon three to four more at most!”

I hurriedly checked my remaining soul points. At this stage I wasn’t worried about depleting my entire stockpile of souls.

After all, I wasn’t going to start my cultivation path until I got this second quest done. And that meant I had more time to kill, more souls to absorb, and not to mention my forces were doing this even at this moment.

I slightly regretted summoning eight Gollems! If I knew I would have such great hybrid monsters, then I would have never depleted my reserve of the souls.

But this didn’t look this bad. I would continue to summon more monsters whenever I collect more souls.

“Merge four monsters,” I declared, “merge them in the same way, please!”

Right now if I ended up with dragons, I wouldn’t feel excited anymore. I wanted these monsters, I wanted to strengthen my melee class warriors.

But what should I call these monsters then? They were a hybrid between dragons and werewolves.

“I’ll call you dragolves,” I said to the two monsters before taking the stat crystals and gems, and gave each a bone.

Yet this time I didn’t give them white grade bone, but green grade bone. They were still few in number, and I needed them to be as tough as possible.

I even thought of giving them silver grade bones. But those silver bones weren’t much to begin with. I only had enough green grade bones to spare.

“Thanks my lord,” like the Kracken and the Gollems, their eyes shone in bright greediness before they jumped at each pile and took them to one side.

Guys! Guys! Stop acting with me as if I was scamming you or something!!

*Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* *Whoosh!* *Whoosh!*

Just as the two went to the side, I got four more dragolves to my side. Like before, I gave each their share of my welcoming treatment before I looked around.

Four Krackens… Four dragons… Eight Gollems… Five Dragolves… Damn! My initial line up without mentioning my Bulltors, archers, magicians, and shield warriors was simply terrifying!

I covered up almost everything! Be it ground, aerial, or aquatic battles I could simply deal with each without any pressure. Be it close combat, defensive battle, offensive fight, or far ranged attacks… I could handle all of these without feeling limited or handicapped anymore.

That was… Brilliant!

I checked the invitation to that time limited auction again. I took almost twenty minutes dealing with all this and got around ten minutes left.

“Time to check over those guys,” as I had little time to spare, I decided to open my channel, searched the feed coming from the jumper, Isabella, and Angelica.

The three got separated when the tunnel was bombarded by the Kracken and worm monsters. I wasn’t worried about them. After all, the angel’s main attention was fully focused on me.

Besides they got the jumper. That dude was a powerhouse on his own. He was enough to fill in my gap, and cover up the others and make sure they wouldn’t get killed or much harmed.

The channel appeared in the form of a big window. I saw the faces of Isabella and Angelica at first before the jumper appeared coming from the side with his ugly mask.

They looked fine. They were fighting monsters, but it wasn’t that big a deal it seemed.

[Where are you now?] I sent it to Isabella asking. She was the one acting as a guide for us, so she was the one I trusted to come here.

[Where are you? We’ll come over to you]

I looked around. Where was I? I was on a side of the shore where many buildings were destroyed and burning on the stretch of my sight. It was just typical scenery of the apocalypse, with nothing special about it. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

[There is nothing special about my place, except I came out from the shore and on the side of the Jersey city]

[We are as well] she sent before adding, [Look next to you, to the other side. Tell me if you see something familiar or remarkable]

She was really brilliant! I looked at the other side of the river and there I could simply see a strangely tall building with a narrow front. It looked like a big slice of pizza.

[I’m seeing… a big building that looks like a piece of a pizza]

[Piece of a pizza! What the hell does that mean?]

I had to admit, I suck at describing places. [It’s some tall building with a narrow front. I believe its structure goes wide to the rear, acting like a giant slice of pizza.] I tried to reason up my previous words.

[Oh, that must be… the Flatiron building, right?]

[Are you asking me? I know nothing about that city!] I was speechless there.

[Alright, alright, we’ll come on the side of the shore and stop by that place] she sent, [But if you aren’t there, then we’ll keep going. After all Jersey city is almost ten minutes from your place]

[Alright] I paused before sending again, [If you found me, don’t disturb me at all. I’m doing something super important right now]

[Then why don’t you wait until we arrive to protect you?]

[Just come and don’t disturb me] I didn’t explain anything to her. After all that impact was a chance that I wouldn’t miss.

Getting things sorted out like this, I closed the chat and opened the Bringold interface. I simply clicked on a small icon flashing in green light before everything changed in front of me.

I didn’t know what happened, but I wasn’t standing on the shore anymore. I was standing amidst a large group of people, or to be precise people made up of different colours of smoke.

The smoke was so thick that covered all their features and even the details of their bodies. I could only tell if a person was giant, normal, or short in stature, nothing more!

When I gazed up at myself, I also found the same thing. I was covered in a thick veil of silver coloured smoke. I didn’t feel anything malicious coming from this smoke, making me realise this was done for my protection.

The place looked spacious enough to contain a couple of thousand with ease. In front I saw a floating stage, hovering almost over our head levels for anyone of us to see.

And on top of the stage, a screen appeared there with a countdown.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new member coming from the newbie apocalypse here by now,” a musical voice came from the direction of the stage, but my eyes failed to spot the owner of it.

There was a group of pitch black smoked silhouettes standing on the stage right now. The one who spoke must be a beauty, I could bet my life on it!

“Why not start the auction then?” a vulgar voice appeared coming from behind me, but I also didn’t notice the owner of the voice.

Damn! The Bringold impact really knew how to do business here!

“Sorry gentleman,” the voice came again and this time I paid more attention to the stage. I saw one of the smoked silhouettes showing little vibrations when the voice appeared. “We need to wait until the time of waiting is over. This is one of the rules of our impact.”

I could hear unpleasant whispers coming from every direction by now. Those people… or to be more correct, those races were really impatient.

Was this auction interesting even for them?

“At least tell us which newbie apocalypse this dude or chick came from,” a voice came just beside me, giving me a scare thanks to his sharp tone.

“He came from the newbie apocalypse number nine,” the soft voice came again to make me feel much better.

“Again? Isn’t the last batch delivered to us came from that same apocalypse days ago?” a voice from the front asked in weirdness.

“That’s weird… As far as I recall, those dark filthy creatures are guiding the worlds of that apocalypse, right?”

“It’s not their typical way of doing business,” the one next to me said in disdain, “they always gather up their dogs and send them all in batches in the same day to reap benefits here.”

“Hush, don’t you know some of them are here?” the voice from the front said, but I could feel he wasn’t warning that person next to me but mocking those angels.

I looked around, feeling weird to have my deadly enemy so close by without being able to sense each other’s presence.

That was such an interesting auction to attend!

“Humph, as if I care about those dirty winged bats,” the one next to me snorted but the next one to speak was someone standing not far from the two of us.

“If you have anything to do with them, I dare you to challenge them in the open instead of doing this here!”

I looked up at the side where that voice came from. Strangely enough, that person didn’t intend to hide himself and raised his hand in the air, announcing his presence.

His hand was covered up with scales. He was a dragon race, a dragon race voicing his support for the angels? That was expected indeed.

After all, the angels supported the dragons in my apocalypse.

“I dare them to come forth and admit their wrongdoings,” yet the one next to me didn’t back off, instead he shouted in a voice that made my body tremble:

“I don’t know how the mighty ones didn’t intervene against them yet! Guides who are supposed to act fair and organise this holy inferno are acting all selfish and unjust!”

“What unjust in favouring the strong over the weak?” the dragon race one didn’t back off either, “as if you are thinking a weak nameless race like humans will be able to overcome the mighty dragons! You are delusional to think that way!”

“It’s not about who is fitter than others,” the voice belonging to the one on the stage came again, this time with the intention of adding fuel to the fire.

What the heck? Weren’t they supposed to stay neutral and calm things down here or what?