I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

"This…" his lips trembled, "is he the first god you accepted your blessing from?"

And I nodded. "He told me a tale about your race, but he didn't specify how I can help. So I'm asking you again, Lok, how can I help?"

"Well… I'm very appreciative of your kind gesture, but it's impossible for someone like you to help."

After a moment of pause and disbelief, he said such a useless response. Of course I wouldn't speak about my plans with Sith here. Sith was a higher god, someone who wouldn't let anyone prey over his meeting this easily.

But this dude here wasn't like Sith. My plans should remain as secretive as long as possible.

"You know I heard that your race still has few gods surviving around the universe," as I decided not to explain myself here, I tried to change the approach, "do you have a shrine or something?"

"Shrine is a thing we can't have," he shook his head, "after all we belong to different shrines of our race. Myself, for example, belongs to the rage shrine."

"Rage shrine? Is it like a war shrine?" It was my first time hearing of such a thing.

"It's similar, but not that much," he nodded first before shaking off his head, "you can consider a war shrine like your jumper, and a rage shrine like those berserkers."

"So you are always seeking fights?" I asked.

"We are always angry," he gave me a smile that didn't suit his words at all, "so we seek different ways to vent our anger… Just like berserkers, they can't simply live without a day of fight, or going into meaningless clashs."

"And you?"

"I tried to fight, but failed," he sighed in a tired way, "right now I was seriously considering giving up my godhood and returning to live as a mortal. That might give me a hundred years or so of life span before dying at the end."

Yes, he was my old man. Now I realise how my old man, a god, ended up in such a miserable state at the end. The old man of my time gave up his godhood as this younger self of his planned.

"Don't do that," I urged, "the fight isn't over yet."

"I know," he paused, while his eyes landed over me, "I dunno why, but there is something in you that made me want to go, pick my war axe, and return to the battlefield again… Something like a spark that ignited my will to fight and struggle once more."

Despair was the mightiest enemy for anyone. Of course I knew what he was speaking about. After all I got part of his soul and power, part of his future self's soul and power.

Yet I didn't open my mouth and explain anything like that to him. Instead, I asked another question:

"As you can see I ended up having small numbers of a force that needed a god to sponsor. Why don't you accept them?"

"I saw them, they look nice," he said in praise before adding, "but what will I do with them? They aren't that good to fight a single god of my enemies."

"Your enemies aren't just gods," I corrected him, "your true enemies are those bastards in the hostile universe."

As his eyes flashed in realisation and nodded to agree with my words, it was time to propose my back up plan for helping him.

Of course my main plan would be through merging my powers and gaining that space crashing power. Using it I could crash his race's prison and set them free.

But I wouldn't tell him that. Instead I said:

"I learnt that by doing great achievements in the grand fight between the two universes, gods can upgrade their ranks. If any god can upgrade his rank, then that means his energy and power will show an evolution and a significant leap, right?"

"That's true indeed," he nodded before his eyes flashed again with another realisation, "you want me to use them and start building my own force?"

"They are just the first batch delivered to me," I said, confirming his guess, "I can keep providing you with elites and good races to fight in that big war up there."

"That…" he started to get a grasp of what I wanted to do here. And from the shaking body of his, I knew this back up plan might work at the end.

"I just lack the blessing points needed to use that scissor," I took out the heavy and threatening scissor of Sith. Just as it fell on the black and white marble ground, giving off a series of loud clanging sounds, the face of Lok paled and showed a true fright.

"This is a god killer weapon!" he said in shock and genuine fear.

"I believe it can harm gods, provided that I have enough blessing points," I nodded before adding, "it also can help in severing the connection between these races and their gods. Then you can step in and accept all of them."

"Hmm… can you take it away first?" he was standing on his feet, even retreating a couple of steps away from my scissors.

I shrugged and with a simple move of my hand, I stored it away.

"I have the authority to grant you quests of my own in return for blessing points," after he sat, wiped the thin layer of sweat over his forehead, he added, "but you need tons of these points for this force, not to mention the other forces coming later on."

"You are running short of these points?" I asked and he responded with a firm shake of his head.

"You don't get it yet," he said, "these points aren't granted by us, but the system."

"What?!!" I was shocked to hear that. If that was true, then why that damn bastard refused to give me easy quests and acquire blessing points?

"It's just that each god has a limited slot for quests issued for his supported people. This is determined by the god's grade, god's current strength evaluated by the system, and also the number of people under his wing."