I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

As for how to get there, it was easy.

"So these marks can guide me there now?" for a reason, and when I was in the middle of taking the marks of cubes from the dead bodies of these lords, I felt as if I got a feeling towards certain directions.

It wasn't clear, but it wasn't that vague either. I could point towards one direction with my left hand as if it was attached towards it with a long string.

This was new, and it just happened in the middle of absorbing the dead lord's marks.

What was it? What were these marks and cubes? I frankly didn't know. But for a reason, whatever ability I got or gained, it was getting stronger the more lords I killed.

"I have to return to Tom's place first," I muttered while recalling that small task I entrusted Tom with.

He had to keep an eye over the ongoing brutal battle far away from here. I still recalled how his face looked when he heard about this for the first time.

He looked shocked, scared of my endless ambition. It seemed people in this world had grown dull, lost ambition to become powerful, and all they wanted was to just live in peace.

But how would that be possible? From the look of it, they were all just hungry tigers feigning to be sleepy and adorable harmless cats.

I arranged my army here and entrusted things here for Loran and Lucas. The two would lead everyone after arranging their formation towards Tom's territory.

Then I simply opened a portal and jumped over there, saving the time I lost arranging things here. I had to do it, as if the situation up there was already suitable for me to interfere, my army would be ready to mobilise at any given notice.

"It seems things have ended brilliantly, and for our favour, right?" that old man seemed like he got something from the smile on my face.

"It's done, you can recall Lang here by now," I shrugged, "now tell me, how are things at that grand battle in the north?"

"Pretty bad," his face changed as he solemnly added, "another force, a bigger force, joined the play."

"A bigger force? Who?!" I was surprised by what he said. It was the first time to hear such a word, and it seemed he placed that new player in much higher regard.

If he said that it was a big player, then it should be someone stronger, far stronger than the current him.

"It's Berry's," Tom spoke in such a heavy tone, sucked in a deep breath before adding, "she… She is a scary lord!"

"How scary?" I grew curious. A female lord was scary? Was she a maniac or something?

"You are aware of the territory's grades, right?" he paused and I slowly nodded, seemingly affected by his way of talking, "she has a black grade territory, something not any lord I knew of could resist or stand against."

"This… Black? Are you sure?!!!" I knew the grades of the territories here followed the same rule as my bones.

So black was bad, really bad news indeed.

"She is… Famous, or shall I say infamous? Anyway, she was here for not that long, yet she did exactly like you are."

"Like me?" I pointed at myself while feeling more puzzled.

"Yes, she started fishing in the turbulent waters, killing all the lords she could. She managed to add lots of territories to hers in a short span of a few years, ascending from a mere white into the current black. Or that's what rumours and legends tell."

"Hmm… Quite an interesting fellow indeed," I was lost in thought, thinking about how it was easy for someone like her, like me, to climb over the shoulders of everyone else here.

They were all slacking, acting as if they didn't belong to this world entirely. Trying to leave in peace and harmony? Waiting for others to fight before they'd step up and try to form an alliance? Or fighting among themselves when a defenceless territory appeared?

That was crazily lazy! The best was to go and crush everyone with one's might!

Yet to do so, one had to be special, just like me, just like her.

"She established what she calls an empire, promised those who'll succumb to a good future, and those who resist death."

"Just my type," I chuckled, "so this Berry sat her gaze over that huge battle up north?"

"Yes, she sent one of her magnificently large and strong armies, led by none other than the reapers."

"The… Reapers?" This was a new term to my ears.

"They are brutal folks who took pleasure in killing others in large amounts and fast manner, looking like death reapers. So they got such a name and infame."

"Oh, I see," in a general concept, they were like my soulers, "so the battle over there is settled. These lords will all succumb to her, right?"

"No, once Berry sent out an army, time for resolution and peace was over. It's a known fact, fighting is as useless as surrendering as both will end up with death."

"This…"

"So they are fighting, that grand battle just got grander! From what I learnt, the sheer number of lords taking part in this war exceeds a hundred!"

"Damn! I want to go there now and join the fun!"

"Don't!" Tom jumped in such fright, "it's unexpected for her to send out such an army all the way to here. After all, her main land is situated far away from here."

"Then…"

"It must be bad luck, or just the fate of those lords is just terrible. They were going to die, either on your hands or hers. Her army must have been active nearby, got the whim of this great battle, and decided to take this good free meal."

"Just my line of thoughts," I paused, thinking about this, "but why shouldn't we try our luck then? Isn't it an open world with fair chances and rules?"