I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse



But with each refreshment, the distance between me and him became closer and closer. I estimated that in fifteen hours, he'd be able to catch up to me.

Despite knowing this, I didn't feel any pressure at all. In fact, I was looking for the moment that dude would catch up with me.

When that'd happen, I'd give him the surprise and shock of his life. And till then, it was my task to keep pushing forward.

The chase kept going on for long hours as I expected. From time to time, that jerk would say something as if he was mocking me.

Taunting or teasing me wasn't going to work. That stupid one didn't even realise he perfectly fell into my trap. And hearing what he was arrogantly shouting at me made me laugh inwardly on him. But on my face, I still kept a look of seriousness.

The enemies started to look harder to kill. The percentage of the armoured worms was growing exponentially with every hundred miles I passed through. And that told me that this jerk was getting closer.

The world around started to look like a gigantic forest of worms, coupled with many big flies in the form of flying races and fiends. Going forward after ten more hours became a hurdle for me. But I wasn't any bit worried.

I already got that jerk in the spot I precisely wanted. I knew that anytime soon, that jerk would show me his ugly face.

He'd think he got me where he wanted, but he was going to get scared by what was going to happen.

I kept fighting in the middle of a raging ocean of enemies, and didn't even summon a single warrior to my side. It looked as if I was on a wooden raft, in the middle of a thunderstorm alone, with huge and giant waves hitting me from all sides.

And yet, despite my poor and weak looking wooden raft, I managed to survive and even crush lots of these waves. The enemy might have arranged such an attack based on old intel, back when I was just a normal human.

But now? I was a giant human! And I was using my deadliest weapon, my glaive, without feeling any restrain or limitation.

If I got my chariot, then I could have kept fighting like this without any worry. I could have summoned my deadly fallen gods, let them deal with all the enemies around. I could have even used my bones to release deadly fire all over the place.

But right now I couldn't do any of this. And all I could do was to just wait and bid for time, wait for that bastard to show up.

Unlike what I expected, that jerk didn't show up soon. He spent close to six hours trying to arrange an inescapable trap for me.

I saw all this clearly over the general map. The redness around me was getting thicker, forming a grand circle of blood like gathering. I didn't care about any of that, and simply kept moving forward despite knowing it was a trap.

"You are indeed an idiot!" Just after five hours, that jerk finally showed up. He came with giant guards, those who looked new to me.

They had such a giant head, with a knife-like tapering end of their heads. They wore strong looking gears, something that I never saw before.

I knew without the need to ask that these gears were the top grade ones I ever saw the enemy using before. And seeing this made me crave to get my hands over these gears.

These guards were in huge numbers, millions even, surrounding him and me in a grand circle.

At the outer zone of this circle, I could see tons of armoured worms rising up. They formed something like impregnable mighty walls, ones that made me know if I tried to force my way out, I'd end up dead for sure.

"Why is that?" I laughed, didn't show a single speck of worry because I never had any.

"You moved out fast at first, taking me by surprise," that dude got long red hair. And to my surprise, when he removed his helmet, I saw a beautiful face of a lady in front of me.

"Who are you?" She looked human, more human than any other race I ever met before. She was giant, not anyway less than me in size. But that wasn't enough to make her look nothing but human in my eyes.

"In this world, in this universe, humans are considered trash. But out there, in the vast cosmos, humans have great stands among other races."

"This…" I was surprised by her words. If she meant what she said, then she was part of my race, a human.

Why would a human fight this hard against me? If she was one of the overlords of my former Earth, then I could slightly understand that. But now? She was part of the scary enemy, the ones who kept spreading death and chaos among the entire cosmos.

"No, don't take me wrong," she waved her long red hair, showing off her bright blue eyes as they shone slightly in a dangerous way, "I got a slight connection with your race by blood. But it seemed my genes focused more on showing off my human features to others. Yet I'm not a human."

"You are indeed a talkative lady," I sighed. She could easily say she wasn't a human. But she didn't. Instead, she kept using long words to say the same thing over, "to me you look like a human. Then why fight me then?"

"Because you are dangerous!" she said it as if she was speaking to the most dangerous man in the entire cosmos, "you never follow rules, never follow any logic. And your actions are all unpredictable. On top of that, you placed yourself as an obstacle that we have to remove at all costs."