I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"That's…"

"Holy sh*t!"

"Both… Both are red graded items!!! Damn!!!"

"I want to know the nature of these items!"

Voices of shocked exclamations came almost from everyone, but more demands came to reveal the items to the public.

"Have you forgotten our rules?" Yet the sly voice of the nymph came to tell me she was ready to reap another benefit from them, reminding me of my share of the ongoing bet.

I needed to know how much I would get from this bet! But I couldn't contact the nymph for now. When I clicked on her name, I got a message that I couldn't reach her at the moment.

Was this a fake act for fairness or something?

"So we need to pay to see these items then?" another voice from the front came, "but the price of revealing two red items won't be small, right?"

"They are red items my dear," the nymph returned to her alluring voice as she added, "if you don't want to see, then don't bother to pay."

B*tch! Yes, she was a veteran classed b*tch without a doubt in such a profession!

At this moment I got curious to see how much they would get from those wealthy people here to see these items. Also I got more curious to see the details of the item that dragon race offered in response to my bones.

[You are part of the ongoing bet]

[You can't view your or your enemy betted items]

Damn! I now had my heart beating skyrocketing off the roof! What the hell did he put for this kind of bet? I wanna know, I wanna know right now!

"Wow!"

"What are these bones?"

"Can't you just read the description next to these dummies?"

"Whoosh! I can't believe this!! I want some, I want some of these!!!"

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"I want to make a deal with the one who offered these bones."

"I want to buy a hundred of these."

"I want a thousand!"

Yes, just ask for a million next time, idiots! Did you think my bones were growing on trees or planted on the ground?

I got more excited actually when I noticed the effect of my bones over the people here. It seemed my bones were enough to secure myself a good harvest in the future.

But I couldn't get any bones from any monster. I needed to face more races to get such bones.

That seemed hard for now. The current stage of the apocalypse wouldn't allow me to get in touch with them frequently. Wait, should I let my world merge with theirs and get a sh*t load of bones?

No, that would be suicidal! I wouldn't survive this! That task must be done no matter what. As for this business here, I would take it easy and try to not miss any chance to get bones in the future.

I just recalled that Kracken race corpse lying in the depth of the Hudson river. Once returned, I'd send my dragons to get it back for me.

I would get at least three bones out of his body, and I might get higher grade bones as well.

"Then announce the winner already," that dragon race said in an arrogant way, "I'm sure my boys are unrivalled in the entire universe. And I have to thank all the ones who trusted in us, such a wide difference in betting shows who will win!"

"Not necessarily," I retorted with a loud snort, "don't just cry over it when you lose."

"Hahaha, I want to see your tears when you lose those precious things of yours," he laughed as if I just said a joke or something funny just now, "don't worry, I'll record the entire thing and broadcast it over my channel and make a universe wide announcement for all the races and gods to watch, hahaha!"

"I promise you the same thing as well," I shrugged and instantly opened my channel. I was still feeling mad about the reaction of the gods. Up till now they didn't send me a single message, like my entire channel became dead like a grave.

Yet the number shown in the channel interface told me the channel wasn't. I almost got so close from having ten thousand followers, a number that shot to the roof in the recent hours.

So why the hell did you act like you weren't there? Was that incoming god to my channel so scary to even send me a single message out of fear?

I made sure the settings were ready to record the upcoming reveal of the winner. But that nymph… She was really good!

"Sorry for that," she slowly said, "but the winner will be announced as the last part of our little auction here."

B*tch! Come on! Just tell the entire universe that I won!

But what could I do? I reluctantly closed my channel interface and waited for the auction to start.

"The first item for the auction is a grade silver sword…" she started the auction with a weapon type item. The initial price of it was ten Bringold statues, with the minimum increase by one statue each time and the privilege of me buying it out with the price of one statue.

But I didn't. If I'd buy anything from here, I'd buy warriors only.

According to my assessment, the warriors I had covered almost everything. But I still lacked front fodders to be honest.

So I skipped all the first few weapons without stepping in to buy any. Then the first warrior came.

"A kobold?" I found it weird to see a kobold warrior getting sold. Didn't kobolds appear in my world coming from other worlds? Or were they part of other races' list of warriors?

I didn't find it interesting to buy any kobold, werewolf, or any other weak looking warriors that came on the stage.

I still recalled the long list of warriors I got when I had my class quest. I had many useless and weak warriors there, and strangely many of them appeared on the stage.

Gradually I began to lose my interest in this auction. The entire thing was useless for me.

That didn't mean the warriors weren't snatched by others. Of course when I grew up my forces, I might seek to buy these warriors to add more numbers to my side.

But right now I was seeking quality over quantity, limiting my options here.

I could already feel the silent gazes of the nymph and a few others on the stage towards me. They were the ones knowing that I was the person who started this auction on his honour.

Yet I still didn't raise my voice or claimed anything in return for my privilege here.

"Now we have another interesting warrior to show," the next one came and amidst my lack of interest, I heard many angry voices coming from all around.

"Stop showing such useless and cursed goods to us anymore!"

"I'm sick of seeing those warriors coming up and down each auction! Why not just release them or kill them?"

"I won't buy any of these useless things. I don't even think a wise person will be in his right mind to think about buying them as well!"

"Who are they talking about?" as I couldn't get why they all turned into such a rage, I whispered to my side where my new friend was.

On the stage a warrior came to the light at this moment. He wasn't any lesser in body size than the Bulltors or the shield warriors I had. But he looked a bit different.

His body seemed to be made of long and thin fibres of muscles, no skin covering anything at all. His body was almost made out of pure muscles, except at the joints where it looked as if being made out of smoke.

The smoke emitted from his joints looked like fire was eating up his flesh and releasing dense clouds of black smoke. The smoke also appeared from his triple eyes, his hair and beard.

That warrior stood up there, giving me a formidable feeling. He was strong, hellish strong! How could people here never fight to get him?

According to the current prices of the other weak warriors sold so far, I could estimate this dude here would be sold at over two hundred statues at least!

I even thought he might be stronger and fiercer than my Bulltors. And that added more to my puzzlement.

If such a warrior was offered, then why no one acted to obtain him yet?

And soon enough I got the answer for that from my new friend.

"This warrior is cursed," he whispered before adding, "his kin came from a very unique world where they lived by eating souls of other creatures. Such warriors can't stand alive without giving them sacrifices of souls each day."

"But can't they just give them animals to satisfy their needs?" I still couldn't get the point here.

"No, this won't do," he shook his smoky head, "they have a standard of their own taste. If you are speaking about normal and good for nothing animals, then they will need tons of them to satisfy their needs. And they won't be happy."

He pointed at the stage before adding, "this kind of race is really strong and mighty, but they are very dangerous. If you take them back to your world, then you should release them on your enemies and forget about them. But you better pray the apocalypse never comes to an end or your enemies stop breeding at a crazy rate or else you are doomed."

"Doomed? Why?" I was still at a loss here.

"Bro, if they didn't find anything to eat, then by a strange contract they had with their masters they would suck away your soul."

He paused and when he noticed I wasn't commenting he added, "you'll be dead, mate, dead! f*cking cold dead! Nothing can help you unless you have a way to store souls and keep feeding them all the time."

Storing souls? A race that was feeding on souls alone? Come on! If I came second as the best owner of those mighty boys, then no one should claim to be first!

"I buy him out," without any hesitation I raised my hand and used my privilege to buy out this dude. Like magnet, all the people here without exception turned to see me like I did something suicidal or something.

Yes, I might look crazy to them. But who was the best one to deal with such a mighty race by the mighty class of mine? Hahaha, if I only got back with this deal then I'd call this trip worthy.

"Are you sure?" the soft voice of the nymph lady came before adding, "this warrior looks strong, and he is. But he needs to consume a lot of souls. To keep him living we have to sacrifice a lot of souls till date and we just barely are able to keep him alive! If you don't do that, he will consume your soul, killing you with the system's support."

Thanks girl, but I knew what I was doing here. What I noticed was another thing. This dude was in his weakened state! How nuts could this be?!!

"I'll take him," I firmly said, "can't I?"

"The dude is crazy, hahaha," the dragon race laughed in a sarcastic way, "he wants to die sooner than my hands, why not we accomplish his dying wishes here? Give that warrior to him, give him that curse and let's see how he will survive until he leaves here."

Despite saying that, I didn't retort back. I wanted to, but this would attract suspicion towards my class.

After all, even the ones running the impact here seemed to not fully understand my class that well.

"Alright, he is sold to you," the lady said before I saw that warrior vanishing from the stage, and a message came next.

[You gained the Souler warrior inside you inventory]