I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

From my high spot I could see the ground starting to dye in fierce blackness as if a wave was slowly forming down there.

The more monsters killed by my boys, the wider this effect expanded.

I feared that this world might have undesired changes. But after a few minutes, and when the centre of that blackness started to turn lavish green again, I could only heave a sigh of relief.

The intensity of the green colour that appeared was much denser and a lot livelier than other parts in this world had.

"So… The other items will expand the area of this world, while this artefact will raise the grade of death energy here… Interesting…"

During the time I spent thinking about a solution for this dilemma I revised the description of my pocket world many times in my mind.

And from it, I got to know that the death energy here would give birth to many things, plants, trees, and other forms of life, even ores.

So such change in the green surface covering this world was an evidence on the effect of this artefact over the entire world.

As the monsters all got killed, I summoned back my warriors and watched the world change.

But it seemed it would take a long time before such changes would settle and the world would reach its designated point of evolution.

"I should summon my necromancers then," I got one thousand necromancer tokens inside my inventory.

They were all common grade, and they didn't cause me any trouble yet as I carried them during such an intense war.

Death energy was prevailing all over me, so they got what they needed without causing me any harm.

And now it was better to leave them here as I was planning to start a long time of preparation and peace.

"Come out!"

As I decided, I took out the one thousand tokens in one go and let the necromancers come out for the first time ever in front of me.

And the first thing I felt when they appeared was immense shock!

From what I had in mind, I imagined them to be a race made entirely out of bones.

What did death mean? Dead corpses and their bones. So what I expected with one thousand skeletons, standing in front of me.

However what really stood in front of me wasn't like any of that. These necromancers… They were just like any race I met before.

Huge bodies like any giant race, bulging muscles like my Bulltors and the Berserkers. What was different though were their eyes.

They weren't eyes… The eye sockets were deep grooves with flickering white fire dancing there.

I didn't know if they were looking at me or at something else, and ended up shouting at them:

"I'm Hye, your lord. You are going to serve me from now on," I paused, before I asked, "can anyone from you come here and explain what your race can do? And ah, before I forget, this world of death will be your home from now on."

"Aren't you going to lock us down?"

"Where are the coffins we used to sleep in?"

"Damn! Can you feel this? Is this… Death energy?"

"It's not normal death energy! It's not something I tasted before!"

Just when I said my words, none of them seemed to listen to me while speaking in such a loud tone.

I was going mad first, but when I heard more of their words, I started to understand them better.

It seemed their old owners mistreated them, locking them all inside what they called coffins and kept them sleeping there all the time.

They never tasted death energy except in big battles where they were used. Then they'd enter into such forced slumber prison again, waiting for another chance to get a taste of a scarce death energy.

To them… Being here… Out in the open… In such a world filled with high grade death energy… It was like a dream coming true for them.

Well… I had many thoughts about this race. However from their actions just now I realised that all I thought about was wrong!

I thought they would be gloomy, depressed, with a bad temper and hard to deal with.

But what was I seeing right now? All of them started to scream, run around, even a few fell on the ground and started to shed black tears that turned all into black fog.

They were acting like kids, literally like normal human kids! I watched and all I could think about was how bad strength could be for races like this one.

Their power was considered a curse. I got the backstory of what happened for the Soulers. Who knew, this mighty race might also get the same short end of the stick like my soulers, ending up in such a miserable state.

Instead of being the overlord of the universe, they ended up in a much worse state than street dogs!

Sigh! For a reason, I got fond of helping such races. And for a reason, all of the cursed races I met didn't cause me any trouble.

I could always have a way to help these races survive and live normally like any other race.

And that wasn't bad. After all, I was getting really formidable fighters on my side. And the question now was, what was the real strength of these necromancers?

However… This had to wait for a bit longer… I had to let them live throughout this precious moment in their history before finding more about them.

My wait lasted for almost one hour. In the end of all this shocking experience for them, most of them ended up sitting on the ground in such a weak state, with their eyes flickering in white fire from time to time as if they were trying to accept this reality.

Only a group of ten or so stood erect, looking around their people on the ground, and seemingly watching me.