I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"Facing one isn't that hard, but facing all these together may be challenging…" I felt this was the intention of the enemy.

Using such a grand gathering of islands to take me down was a good idea indeed. If I dared to move forward, then I'd take all the pressure coming from one hundred deadly groups of pillars.

Just a single one was enough to shatter my pillar's shield in less than a few minutes.

So with the help from all of them, I knew I'd end up getting fried without having time to retaliate.

And yet I didn't hold my chariot back, and kept going forward towards them.

"Bring it on!" I shouted in defiance, with my blood boiling with the will to fight. These one hundred islands might be what the enemy held, and it was a great chance to not only reap endless rewards, but also to take out such a scary weapon off the entire board of war.

If I evaded them, then these one hundred were enough to take down my forces once I left this world.

Even if I stayed behind, the enemy would still come at me with all of them and much more forces to support. That meant I'd have to fight them no matter what.

Fighting them while I got little advantage was much better than fighting them while trying to defend my place, better than fighting them alongside many other enemies.

Besides, who said I was out of options here?

"Thundering Might!" The moment I stepped into the trigger zone of five hundred metres, the pillars got activated and these islands started to move all over the place, trying to surround and entrap me.

I didn't try to stop them. As usual, I used my shield and let it clash fiercely against everything around.

Depending solely over my shields to stop the incoming scary wave of attacks wasn't going to work no matter what.

A single island was enough to change the entire world around and spread cracks all over the shield. And so if I left my shield to clash directly against all such a grand number of islands and pillars, then things would end up quite bad.

So after summoning a few more of these shields, I waved my hand, and took out a few bones.

The area that was freed all around wasn't that much. Taking out normal bones wouldn't help.

I got a few hundred metres around, less than five hundred. I pushed my chariot through the wave of attack, and moved towards the nearest island.

The bones I took landed and filled the part of that island ground, and the next moment I started absorbing their energy.

"Damn fierce!" I felt a scary wave of pain that I never experienced before. I gritted my teeth, held my pillar as hard as I could, and kept muttering the words of that skill repeatedly.

The bones I took out weren't my normal bones, nor were the dark realm bones, but the newly acquired Holy Ones bones.

These bones were quite domineering! They were the highest bones with energy amidst all the bones I got.

Even if I used green grade bones, they were still quite hard to control! The energy kept clashing inside my body, trying to explode me into shreds.

"Dammit!" I resisted with everything I got, shifted such berserk energy towards the pillar and through it towards the shields. At one point, I held the pillar with both hands, holding it as if I was holding a mighty weapon or something.

I tried to gush out all the energy I could towards the pillar and shields. And yet the pain never stopped. I felt the urge to close my eyes and rest, and that meant it'd be my final and eternal rest.

I fought with everything I held dear to my heart, with my dreams, my endless ambition, and my long awaited adventures after taking control of the worlds of my apocalypse.

I didn't when it started, but it seemed that my simple and humble dreams to survive a better life in the apocalypse turned miraculously to be endless hunger and thirst for power and fame.

I wanted to be strong, wanted to be the strongest person in my universe, in the entire cosmos!

I wanted to be strong enough to compete with all my enemies, crush all of them, including the scariest Holy Ones.

I kept resisting for god knew how long, and while fighting against my pain and torture, I kept my chariot flying forward, and used shields whenever I got the chance or consciousness to do it.

"Release death!" and just after waiting for long enough, and I felt I'd end up failing to resist the insane amount of energy gushing into my body, I knew I had to sever the link with these bones one way or another.

If I did that while being in the middle of such a colossal fight, I'd end up dead. If I didn't stop absorbing more energy, I'd die as well.

I'd end up dying both ways, and there was no running away path open for me without taking risks.

The only path to survive this was to keep attacking! And so I released the stored damage inside my shields.

Since the first moment my shields got created, they got tons of energy gushed into their domes from me. This energy was enough to contend against the insane amount of damage coming from outside.

I couldn't clearly see anything at all from outside. The world turned all dark and blurry the moment these pillars attacked.

Then how could I tell my shields were still standing and fighting back? How did I know the energy I experienced so hellish pain from working?

The answer was simple… I was still alive up till now! If my shields broke, then I'd not stand for even a brief second alive.

It was a rude way of assessing the entire situation, but it was the only way for me to tell things out.