I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse



There were eleven more of such Hulk, making the Hescos sending twelve candidates for the position of the king.

That was… Typical! Such a race was the first in the entire universe for a reason. They got nothing more than good talents and candidates for any rank and position.

"Is there anyone I should worry about? Someone who is quite capable or something?" This is the most important question right now.

If all the people sent here were the likes of Hulk, then it was indeed an easy sail in this quest. But if there was a single dude who was really smart and cunning, then things were going to be quite bad.

"Well… There are three who aren't that bad, and two who are really dangerous…"

Damn! They got five! Not just one, but five!

"Tell me more about them," knowing about your enemies was a crucial step for one's victory over them. Besides, they already knew lots of things about me. And just knowing little about them looked a bit logical and just.

I got here for an entire hour about the details of these five. They were really good, especially the two they mentioned before as dangerous. They weren't just dangerous, but very dangerous!

They were smart, ambitious, and were supported by two of the most ancient families in the entire Hescos race. These two weren't joking or coming here thanks to their ties. According to what I heard, these two families kept the old tradition alive till now, letting their generations fight and compete in between each other, with the ones with real abilities and talents to get their deserved place in the family.

This was something that was supposed to happen to other families in that race. And per the words of these folks, such rare families were the ones who kept the Hescos race on their current high status in the universe, not allowing this race to decline.

"So they planned to let any of these two to be the final king… And others were sent here as fodders and to just keep me busy… Interesting plan, but… You mentioned something about a map that can update itself once per hour, right?"

I turned towards them and they simply pointed towards the dead Hulk.

"It's on his body, lord, inside his inventory…"

"Oh, let me see if I'll get lucky or what," I wasn't the one who really did kill this dude. So it was expected for me to get only ten percent of his belongings.

"Hmm… I got lots of things but…" I just touched his body and accepted the offer to claim ten percent of his inventory. I got lots of stuff, really lots of stuff, even a few artefacts as well.

But I didn't see any maps at all.

"You, you, and you… go and claim his inventory and give me the things you got," I selected nine others and asked them to claim his inventory.

Each could get ten percent of the inventory, and by using these nine, that Hulk's inventory would be all cleared.

This dude was one of the king's candidates, and he came from such a wealthy and strong family in the Hescos race. Just seeing the ten percent I got made it clear how frighteningly vast this dude's inventory was.

It was even on par with mine! And mine was filled mainly with warrior tokens. But this dude was filled with gears, potions, scrolls, and other different items.

He even got more artefacts than I had! But that wasn't important, none of this was. I just needed that map. With it, I'd put an end for the enemy's advance once and for all.

If the Hescos got such a map, then other races might have gotten it. Not to mention the ferocious enemy. All were seeing everything, deciding their next move like playing a grand chess or go game, all but me!

I was walking blind, with both hands bound and tied with heavy shackles. But all of this was going to change the moment I'd get that map.

"Not here… Not there… Not here as well…"

One by one they started to claim their loot. I got lots of stuff, shitload of stuff actually, but not the map.

Damn! Where was it then?

"Lord… We shall let the one who killed it try."

And just as three of them took their loot, the fourth stopped as he slowly said.

"Why?" I suddenly paused before realising the rules that I totally forgot, "ok, who killed this dude? Who delivered the last blow?"

"Well…" they looked at each other, "lord, we all hit him and we didn't know who did the last blow."

"Hmm… So just touch him, and if you didn't get the message to claim fifty percent, withdraw and don't accept it."

The rules were clear: the one who killed any race would get fifty percent, in addition to another five who each would claim ten percent.

It was… How long exactly? I felt like it was since another lifetime that I didn't let anyone take a share of anything I killed. And so I forgot this simple rule.

As I told them, they all tried, and eventually one dude who was wearing black suit, a general, shouted in triumph as he was the one who killed Hulk.

"Good, take your share, give me everything you got," I said to him before turning to the one who reminded me of my mistake, "as for you, just take your ten percent share, give me the map if you got it, and keep the rest."

"Thanks lord," he bowed in gratitude and happiness, while the rest showed their weird expressions on their faces.

"You all do know of my mistake, and yet he was the one who spoke up first. So he got the reward for doing this," I knew they already noticed my little mistake here from the start. But it seemed they were afraid that if they spoke, I might grow angry and might even punish or kill them.

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