I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

“Can’t you tell me first about the deal with Fang?” Wryly asked and I explained to him all about the deal with Fang.

He went to a side place and stood there for almost an hour before finally returning back.

“My paragon is very interested in the deal,” he said, “so he offers you this: double the amount paid by Fang for every single mega gate you have.”

“Double?” I asked, “but you know Fang promised to train my human survivors from five different cities. So your paragon is promising me ten? All will be trained by your people?”

I just had to be sure that dude really understood the deal here. I knew he was honest, but also slightly dumb.

“He says these camps aren’t an issue. We have a way to acquire humans without conquering any city.”

“How?” Wryly’s words piqued my interest. How could they possibly have a way to get humans not from the cities? What? Could humans be grown up like wheat and flowers?

“You didn’t ask yourself why our races are gathering up humans in such a way?” Wryly threw such a bomb in my face, a question I totally missed.

Yes, he got a point there. “Why?” I asked as I never cared about the fate of those sent to the other side of the gate.

I might have thought about it once or twice before. All I could find was they needed humans as slaves or something.

“They are sold in big auctions,” but Wryly’s next words made my blood boil from anger, “we have quests different from yours. Also we have access to things you can never imagine. For example, at any apocalypse happening, there are certain groups of individuals calling themselves impacts. Those are like merchants, or guilds.”

“I know the impacts,” I said in a cold tone, “are you saying that my race is being sold to them?”

“Not precisely,” Wryly shook his head, “before any apocalypse would start, these impacts would get inside information about the races taking part in it. Out of these, they offer the races to high bidders and rich folks who have crazy thoughts like buying an entire race for example.”

“And my race is sold to such people?” I couldn’t control my body from shaking, “are these people gods?”

“Not necessarily,” Wryly shook his head, “those who assign the impacts to buy certain races are different races and gods, mainly those hailing from opposing races or even from races that aren’t part of the apocalypse.”

“What are they going to do with my people?” I asked, “and this thing happens also for the rest of you?”

“No, we are hailing from already strong races in the universe,” Wryly gave such a dark answer, “a real dirty face of this universe, “but yours are just green in this. So your race is the only one under such curse.”

“Damn! Damn! F*ck it!!* I shouted out of rage and Wryly could only sigh in response.

“I’m also feeling a little depressed about this. But this gives a lot of benefits to my race and also other races here. The sheer price coming from such trade and deals is simply astronomical.”

“Great…” I clenched my fists, “that’s simply too great. Alright, so you’re telling me that your paragon is going to abandon his share in this wealth in return for the mega gates?”

“He will,” Wryly said, “but not abandoning the shares. He can’t do that. After all, we have already signed obligatory contracts with these impacts.”

“Then…” I felt lost here. If he couldn’t get humans through this way, then why Wryly took the trouble and told me all these secrets then?

“He can’t break the contract, but he simply can buy humans in bulk from these impacts.”

“Buy them? Is that even possible?!” I was shocked to hear that. And he nodded.

“Of course not all the humans delivered to these impacts go towards those crazy folks. Large number of them are being auctioned to various races to work as slaves or even worse…”

Damn me! Before even answering him, I instantly opened a chat window with that b*tch and sent her one simple question.

[Do you trade in my race inside your impact?]

Unlike the previous times, she didn’t answer directly. Instead Wryly was so impatient to get my answer.

“So… Are you going to agree on that deal?” he asked and I gave him a glaring glance, one that made that Berserker step backward for a couple steps in response.

“Tell him I do,” I said and Wryly’s face turned all cheerful and he even jumped and hugged me in his excitement.

“Thanks bro, thanks a lot. I promise you won’t feel bad towards this deal with us.”

I watched Wryly getting away while my emotions were getting loose. Those damn barbarics! Who do they think they are? Capturing humans and dealing with them like cattle? F*ck them all!

[Did you know about this…] and as I wasn’t able to vent my anger and didn’t get any answer from that nymph yet, I sent a message to the jumper and told him what I just knew.

Come on! I wouldn’t be the only one on the verge of exploding out of rage here! That dude was the only one second to me to have such strong ability. He was the second person here that could be named as the saviour and hero of my human race.

[F*ck them all! Screw those bastards!!!] he started to curse and for a reason, seeing him in such a state made me calm down for a bit.

When I calmed down, I started to rationally think about this mess. We were a losing race indeed in the eyes of other races. We didn’t have any backing, not strong or deadly enough to terrify those hungry wolves.

Even in the apocalypse we weren’t united! Each race had their own pyramid of hierarchy, but not us.