I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"Russle, no matter what I do, I'm still on your side, got it?" I didn't even turn to Russle as I said these words. And I could feel the latter's daggering eyes on my back.

"What exactly do you plan to do?"

"Killing a few to save the rest," I paused, took out my pillar, and added, "I'm going to go into that damn planet, no matter what!"

*Rumble!*

The next few minutes, I used my pillar and scattered shields all over the place. The enemies tried to attack my shields, ending up getting either trapped inside or storing up damage in them.

Many of the fighting forces got trapped inside my bubbles, and after an hour, the entire space looked a bit weird.

Many bubbles scattered all over the place, separating the fighting forces apart, and entrapping tons of them inside.

But that wasn't enough! The belt of debris was indeed quite vast. It stretched out for hundreds of thousands of miles.

If I solely depended on my shields, then I'd achieve nothing in the end.

The other option I got was to stack damage inside these shields, before finally releasing it.

The attack that came from these shields was so devastating enough to blind my eyes and everyone's in the span of tens of thousands of miles. I didn't stop my hands and kept moving in the same direction of that planet, while releasing more shields.

Just after the passage of twenty minutes, the earlier attack wave started to recede and the entire space began to show up again.

"This… This…" I could feel the immense shock in the voice of Russle. After all, my attack didn't differentiate between an enemy or a fiend.

"I'm not done yet…" and just as the first attack weakened, I started another!

I used the attack coming from my shields to stack damage inside the newly summoned shields. And I planned to use the second wave of attack to stack damage in the early batch of shields, to release a continuous wave of attacks.

This would save me lots of time, help me clear my path forward, and at the same time kill lots of enemies. Of course tons of angels would be killed in the process, but I didn't give a damn about that.

Eyes on the target, that was what I was doing here right now. I had to reach that planet and save it alongside its moons. Doing this would save not only this world from getting rebooted by the time loop, but also would save the entire race as well.

I released wave after wave of attacks, while moving forward non stop by my chariot's top speed.

In twenty hours, I finally managed to bypass the belt of debris and the tons of fighting forces inside. The attacks that I released managed to clear tons of zones here, and they also helped my chariot in moving forward.

With each shockwave, I felt like my chariot was getting carried over the waves of the attacks. I felt like I was on the back of surfing boards, riding over gigantic ocean waves, moving from the depths of the ocean towards the shore like a rocket.

If not for such help, I was sure my chariot would take longer to cross that belt. Even saying it'd take double would be an understatement.

"You… You… You are a killer! You are a madman!" Russle kept repeating such words over and over again. However none of what he tried to express affected me.

"Sorry pal, but I got an entire race on my shoulders to rescue," I moved out of the belt of debris, stood in front of another majestic scene.

It felt like the entire space vanished and instead the place was filled with floating fortresses that kept exchanging attacks all over the place.

From the look of it, these models of fortresses were quite different from what I saw so far in my life. They weren't made out of rocks, but from ores and metal.

​ Each fortress was at least five miles in size, and that made me feel like I was seeing grand islands that got formed entirely of shining ores.

Attacks kept going back and forth between the two sides fighting over a huge stretch of space. At the same time, tons of forces were fighting against each other individually, looking like small groups of ants in front of all these gigantic metallic behemoths.

I thought that by arriving here, the remaining distance towards that hidden planet wouldn't take more than a few hours to cross. However, up till the end of my sight, I could see flashes of lights coming either from the fighting fortresses or the attacks they launched.

That meant I got at least the same distance I just crossed off the debris belt, or even more.

What made me frown was that even after trying to see through the endless number of these fortresses, I couldn't spot that planet at all.

"Are you sure we are heading at the right direction?" and after doing the same trick over and over again for ten hours, I got to ask Russle about this.

Even after moving for all this time and crossing such a distance, I still didn't see anything of that planet.

"I won't deal with you anymore!" and for the first time, Russle started to show a sign of defiance.

That jerk… "If you don't answer me, then I'll kill you, take tons of others, kill them under your name. If you want to have more blood on your hands, then of course go ahead and don't tell me a thing!"

I wasn't bluffing. After all, there was no time or room for such useless and childish plays of his.

"O… Ok…" he finally returned to his sanity, "we are going in the right direction."

"Then how come I didn't see any shred of shadow of that planet? Is it that small or faraway or what?"