I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"It's just a thing of our race," the oldest and highest in rank general said in such arrogance.

"They are a group of motherf*ckers! I didn't join the paragon program to not become a slave of them!" yet Legend seemed to carry deep hatred towards them.

That was good. After all, we were going to bang on their fancy palaces and kill them all.

"They are our wise advisors!"

"They act like they own us and we are just a bunch of morons!"

"That's not true!"

"Just ask anyone, anyone who dealt directly with them and he or she will tell you the same," Legend scoffed, before his face showed a genuine look of anger and hatred, "they asked paragons to sign contracts of loyalty with them. This is forbidden in our race, and you know that!"

"Don't tell me such a simple thing stopped you from being one!"

"I'm not the dog of anyone! Not even to him!" This kid was easy to get mad, as he pointed in my direction, referring to me.

"Watch it carefully, kiddo, or else you might say something that you will regret," I said in a cold tone, while pointing at my mouth.

"I'm not being rude," he said, "I know that my life is bound to you by the same contract those dirty royals forced on all paragons before. But at least you are giving me a chance to prove myself to you, not just ordering me around like a puppet, taking all the credit for the good things I'll do and holding me accountable for any failures!"

"That's true," I didn't get offended by his storm of rage, "I'm a fair person. Prove yourself and you will get rewarded. I don't have any preference for anyone I know. Just do your best and let me judge."

"See?" Legend turned to the other generals, "if they were just one tenth of this lord, many won't have to select other paths than paragons."

"About that…" as he mentioned the paragons in such a way, I had to ask, "how come you have such a high number of paragons? Other races only have a few."

"It's our tradition," the oldest general spoke in a tone that told me he wasn't satisfied with what Legend just said, "each big family must provide their direct lineages to become paragons."

"Aha, and you have lots of such families then?"

"Lots of them," he nodded, "at least a hundred paragon in each world is present. And as we expanded our reach to this world of yours, we had to divide our forces. So the indirect descendants of the big families are also included to make up for the gap."

"I get it now…" I muttered to myself before adding in a louder tone, "so your paragons are selected by blood lineages and not abilities?"

"Thanks, someone finally said what I wanted to say for a long time," Legend all of sudden pointed at me while saying this. This kid… He was so damn energetic and didn't know when to speak or hold his tongue.

"Kid, this is our heritage, respect it!" the eyes of that oldest general glared fiercely at Legend. Well, it seemed that this was something known to this kid as few rolled their eyes in such a tired way and others just shook their heads helplessly.

"I'm not now following the orders of those damn tyrants! I'm following a new lord now! Just like all of you!"

This kid… Sigh! He was brilliant at making enemies out of friends.

"Alright, it's not the time or place for you to share your old grievances," I said in a tone that left no room for anyone to say anything else. "Now, as you are well aware of the capital, why not draw a detailed map for me? Also select five generals to lead the armies in the next battle."

"Will I be selected, lord?" Legend asked in such curiosity, but when I shook my head he looked a bit depressed.

Kid, you were the one to ask for a hellish battle. So don't expect to be selected in any of the upcoming ones.

"I will handle this, lord," the oldest general said, and I simply pointed to a corner and summoned one of my Gollems for them to use as a writing board.

I needed furniture here, ones that would suit my needs.

I let them do their work while I started to follow the status of battle everywhere.

The battle at the basin I just left was getting fiercer. The Hectors started to summon monsters to come and help them in this fight, and also many races appeared as well.

But in front of the upper hand my forces held so far, they got nothing to do to stop mine. I knew this fight wouldn't be concluded fast, especially if paragons joined it.

The end of this battle should come at the same time as the end of other battles. I just wanted them to draw the full attention of the Hectors, forcing them to use everything they got.

Like this, other battles would be much easier. And when the Hectors would try to stop us, the time to hit the capital would be right.

As for the jumper, he was still in his search, looking for the rest of the beasts. We found three so far, and two were missing.

I wouldn't mind missing one, but it would be better to get them all. My forces would all have a chance to get a hit at these beasts and get bathed by their blood.

And by that I meant my entire forces, including those who were stationed far from here.

As I got it done, I returned to watch the drawings they made.

Well, the military generals weren't artists or architects, but they were well versed in drawing maps. So the map I got was like a puzzle for me, so I had to ask many questions to understand it better.