I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

She didn't need to ask anything to know that some sort of an unforeseen coincidence happened here and forced my hand.

"Don't worry my lord, I'll make you proud of me," he took two steps to the back, bowing deeply to me.

He was one of the Hector race generals, the ones I claimed during the frenetic battle a long time ago against that king, "I'll do everything in my power to try and secure the lands of the lord. I will also try my best to claim my stolen homeland."

I couldn't see through him totally, but he seemed quite pumped up towards his lost continent. That continent was his homeland it seemed, and now that homeland was controlled by the zombies.

And he seemed to hate that deep to the bones.

"Good lad," I copied the way Sith spoke with me here and patted him thrice before watching him leave.

Even after saying all this, on his face I felt like he was a bit sad. I still sucked at reading the Hector race faces which were covered with scales. But at least I could tell he wasn't that happy about this.

"What happened?" watching him leave, Lily couldn't help but ask.

"It's Hilary," and my simple answer was enough to make everyone close up to me here get what happened.

"Let's go," I took a deep breath and threw what happened here behind my back before finally leading my chariot through that portal.

This time nothing stood in my path and my chariot got into that swirlpool portal like it was nothing. The next moment, a bright golden light flashed and filled my vision, blocking me from seeing anything.

I knew I was getting teleported to some place. And that process took an unknown period of time before I finally was able to see it once again.

When I could see the area around me, I found out that I was all alone. There wasn't anyone on my team, not even my chariot.

I was standing on top of a golden platform, one that brought memories of the platform I saw when I met with Sith before.

I looked around. The platform extended for almost a few hundred metres around, then the world vanished under a thick veil of white fog that masked anything beyond.

Just when I tried to move and check this entire platform, a message suddenly popped in front of my eyes, stopping me in my tracks.

[Welcome to the golden quest selection platform]

[Please be patient. We are waiting for the other contestants to arrive before we'd start]

Other contestants? I heard and read that word and couldn't help but frown.

Were we going to be gathered here in one place? And for what?

For a moment there I thought we were going to fight before I noticed the description of this platform; the selection platform.

What were we going to select exactly here? Of course our next quests! But why did the system come together like that?

Before I could think of an answer to that question, and just as I was feeling weird to always be the first one to arrive in such big events just like what happened in my class quest, many flashes of light appeared all over the place.

I thought only a few were going to take part in this quest. Yet from the blinding pillars of golden lights that appeared all around me, I knew there were too many of us!

At least fifty were here! How come there was such a big number of elites in my apocalypse trial?

And the moment these pillars appeared, and before I could even see through the golden light curtains, I felt some sort of hidden force binding me to my place motionless and then a pillar of golden light befell over my head without warning.

I ended up in the same pillar of light like others. And now I am sure about my earlier guess.

"We won't be able to see who took part in this quest, nor will we be able to know who selected what," I slowly muttered, feeling for the first time little satisfaction from the system arrangement.

This time the system acted fair and tried to protect the identities of those taking part in this quest. Which meant only one thing; the system placed great importance on such events.

But why?

[Welcome to all of you to the golden quest selection platform] and when I was thinking about that question, the soft female voice echoed in my head, cutting off my line of thoughts.

[Right now, one hundred elite contestants joined this round of golden quests. You all came from ongoing twenty apocalyptic trial zones. And we hope you can succeed in your next quest]

"Twenty apocalyptic trials?! Damn! I never saw this coming!!" I was totally shocked by the number of people competing with me here, not to mention the number of apocalyptic trials they came from.

I thought the golden quests would run on my current apocalyptic trial worlds and races. Yet when I thought about how important the system higher ups placed on this kind of quest, it made quite sense.

"It seems these folks are taking this golden quest quite seriously," I muttered before the next words of that mysterious lady rang again in my mind.

[Right now you are going to see a list of twenty missions. Select one of them as your goal in this quest]

The next moment, a long list appeared in front of my eyes. I thought the list would include the names of places we were going at, and the missions required to be accomplished next to each name.

But what I found was something entirely different! The list was made out of pages, twenty to be exact. Each page contained information about the places we were going to select.

Each page had not only the basic information about these places, but long paragraphs about the history, races, the nature of that world, and the main risks involved in each world.