I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1250 For Messi, The World Cup Champion Part 5

[The first choice: You can pay ten thousand souls and form a warrior of the Hescos race. That warrior will have his flesh without any addition of anything]

[The second choice: You can pay two hundred thousand souls and get a randomly selected warrior of the Hescos race. That warrior will have his genes activated, and your end result will be randomly selected by the system]

[The third choice: You can pay five hundred thousand souls and get one of the four main types of the Hescos race. You can choose between ground Hescos, underground Hescos, flying Hescos, and genius Hescos]

[What will you choose?]

I looked up at these messages, not knowing what I should say. "Fourth type Hescos? What does a genius Hescos even mean?" I muttered in doubt before turning to look at Matte.

"What?" That kid seemed very scared of me. I inwardly sighed. I finally got one paragon of the Hescos, and to my luck it turned out to be such a pussy.

"Does your race have four types?" I glared at him, trying to see if he was going to tell the truth or lie.

"Of course, we got the flying, ground, underground, and badass Hescos!" In a rare moment, he seemed a little proud of what he just said.

"What does that fourth one mean? That badass or genius one?" I didn't get what I wanted to know. So I waited for him to explain things over.

And he started to speak in much pride. If not for his fear from me, I doubted he'd even act arrogant or something like that.

From what he said, I realised what the fourth type meant. "I see…" my eyes shone when I heard what he said.

The fourth type of Hescos was related to the seeds of generals and paragons, smart people who would handle complicated things of that race.

Per what he said, the ones who thought about such grandiose and complicated defensive structures were part of this type. And according to him, such a type was already rare and not easily found.

The entire race placed much importance on such people. Once found, anyone would have his life changed for better.

Even if such talent came from a low ranked family in the Hescos race, or even if they came from a poor background, that didn't matter.

Matte kept complaining about this, saying how unfair it was for such useless folks to get such grand treatment, one they'd never have dreamed about before getting their talent detected.

I didn't care about his useless jealousy. In fact, he was the embodiment of such unfairness in the world.

He was born into a mighty and famous family, one that secured his future from day one. Such a useless and cowardly dude ended up being a prestigious paragon of such a mighty race.

If he was in my kingdom, if he was part of my people, he'd have ended up dead in the bellies of the monsters of the apocalypse a long time ago!

Such people had no place in my kingdom. If not for the secrets he knew and the artefact and treasures he had, I'd prefer to kill him already.

"It's still too pricey…" I looked at the scary five hundred thousand price of souls to pay to get such a single one of these races. "If I got enough luck, then I'd be able to get one of these special Hescos out of a hundred summons."

I decided to give it a go with the second option. Paying two hundred thousand souls still pained me. But I have no other choice here.

If I selected the cheapest one, then I'd end up with Hescos without their suits. I was curious to know how the Hescos really looked like, but I'd never waste my souls right now on such a thing.

As for the third option, it was out of the question right now.

"I select the second choice," I slowly said, while waiting in anticipation for the end result of this, "Pay twenty billion souls to get these Hescos here."

I decided to use such a grand number of my soul's right now. I still got much more than that. But I wanted to know how useful these Hescos truly were.

If they proved to be useful, then I'd mass produce them. If not, then it'd be much better to depend on my techniques and contracts to get more of these Hescos.

After all, paying such a price of souls still hurts me nonetheless.

[Twenty billion souls are deducted]

[Twenty thousand Hescos will be randomly created]

[Please check your inventory]

The process didn't take more than one minute to end. I looked first at my soul number, and saw twenty billion soul counts missing from there.

"It hurts more than I expected," I touched my chest, where my heart was located. It really pained me, but I didn't have any other choice.

Aside from other warriors, I wanted to have these Hescos for myself. If they proved to be useful, then I'd make them my first choice in making warriors.

Their prices were much more than the fallen gods. And my fallen gods were scary already.

"Let's test it out then," I opened my inventory next, while trying to keep my mind occupied by looking at the tokens inside my inventory.

I took one out, and the next moment a Hescos appeared in front of my eyes.

"This… How come one of the legendary Hescos is here?!!!" Just as Hescos appeared, Matte screamed out in fright as he retreated a couple of steps backwards.

It seemed just from his reaction that he feared the ones he called legendary Hescos to the same degree he feared me, or even a little more.

And when I examined the new Hescos in front of me, I also got the same kind of shock.

The Hescos I met so far were considered giants, just like Bulltors and Selvators. They were giants, and something told me that they looked that way thanks to their suits.