I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

This explained why they took such time before they started such a big move. However, everything was going to end right now.

Once my chariot appeared, like a magnet it attracted most of the fire over it. I was expecting that, and that was a small part in my contingency plan for this rogue attitude.

The real plan? It was simply by using my threads, attacking all of them in one go, and taking out their threat in the shortest time.

It didn't take one hour for me to take over their forces in one army. After all, I got tons of my threads ready and eager to take over anyone in front of them.

"Next," I controlled the forces, but didn't control their families behind. If their big guys were taken down, then others wouldn't cause any trouble.

I'd come back to control them later on. But now I was racing against time to limit the damage caused by these armies.

One by one they fell until all the sounds of battling stopped. The place returned to its peace, not quite entirely for sure.

Sounds of screams, wails, and heart curdling cries erupted from all over the place. These people lived their lives in peace. They never experienced wars, and I doubted that for a long line of generations they ever saw the ugly face of war before.

So this time it was uniquely different. They saw how war was terrifying. Getting killed on my hands, on their leader's hands, on the hands of their forces who were supposed to help and safeguard them didn't matter.

They all ended up losing someone precious to them, ending up losing any will to fight or resist while my threads spread all over the place.

If I could give them a hand here, then I'd just try to prevent more deaths. As such, I started to look for any hidden or running away forces and hunted them down when found.

This took four hours before I finally cleaned the area around. All this time, Lucias stood by my side, asking repeatedly to bring forth his forces here to help.

Yet I refused.

First of all these forces were immune to my soulers. And if they were effective, I'd end up losing more of them on my hands, the last thing I wanted to see here.

"Time to get answers," I wasted all this time to control such a hard battle not just to get these races on my side, but to know what the hell was going on here.

They lived in this pocket world for so long already. If anyone knew what was going on here then it would be them.

"The leader of the races here, please step forward and come to my chariot," as the last batches of the powerless folks here were getting under my control gradually, I gave the order for that arrogant leader of theirs, the one I met before, to come to my chariot.

The first time we met we were enemies. And this time he was serving me.

"You called for me, mighty one?" he came and bowed, greeting me in such a traditional way of his race.

"Call me lord," I took my time looking at him. If not for his greed, not that many people would have to die.

I seriously considered killing him and other leaders in retaliation for what they did here. It seemed just, but it would make me lose capable generals without doubt.

So I closed my eyes. It was war, and casualties were expected as such.

"What's your name?" last time I didn't get the chance to ask him about his name. He acted all mighty and arrogant, not even introducing himself.

"I'm Johnathon," but this time he had to comply with my wishes.

"Great, a name that I won't remember anyway," I got lots of forces, lots of capable generals at the moment. I didn't like him or the others here, so I doubted I'd ever remember their names.

"As lord wishes," of course dude you got no say here anymore.

"Tell me everything you know about this place," I moved my eyes around, "how did your race end up here? How did you survive all this time? And do you have any info about what happened before you came here?"

"Lord, we are ten different races…" he started to tell me a long, very long story. In brief, there were ten different kinds of races here.

I got to know about fallen gods, Bulltors, necromancers, and zombies. He also said there were soulers, but they got separated and left for another place.

"There are more people here?" This came as a surprise for me. I thought this was the only place where surviving races were.

But it seemed I got it all wrong!

"There are many places actually. I know of twenty other places like here."

"That's… Quite too much," I never expected my visit here would end in such a harvest, "are they also part of the ten races?"

"Yes lord," he nodded, "they are all part of the races. But some chose to gather up at one spot or more, forming their own kingdoms there."

"Interesting…" knowing that there were many of these races made me quite eager to go there and see them, "do you know where these people are?"

"Sure, I can draw a map of this entire world," and that was the thing I wanted to hear the most.

"Do it," I took out many papers and a brush, letting him start working, "draw the entire map out for me."

Getting such a map would save me tons of time. Like this I'd just spread my souler armies around.

Not to mention I was going to get more soulers as well.

"Speak about the condition of this world as you work," he started to draw such a big map, making me quite impatient about hearing the truth about this world.

"Well, there isn't much to say. This world was created to keep us inside and kill us slowly. All the souls lord can find here came all from our people, dying during the long course of time we were imprisoned here."

And just like that, the first thing he said was quite shocking.