I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1503 Bombs!

And for the first time since meeting this dude, he was truly surprised.

"This…" he didn't say more than this, and his mind seemed to give out tons of thoughts out of his imagination.

"You are the twentieth race entrapped here…" I started to speak about things this dude and others of his calibre didn't know.

They confined themselves inside such an endless time loop, and didn't leave this place even for once. And so it was expected such secrets weren't known or even imagined by them.

"That… Tsk! Those damn barbarians! I can't believe we, the angels, ended up getting ourselves confined and trapped by our own hands, unable to get out, unaware of what was transcribing all over the place around us…"

He got instantly enraged, and didn't seem to get calmed down after saying these words. "Don't take it on yourselves! Many of the elites in the universe came during all the past years, yet all failed."

"And you? Aren't you from the same universe we all came from?" he seemed to grow suspicious about my origins, and I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm Hye, a human race descendant, nice to meet you."

"Human? A human? The same humans who were weak and retarded?!!" it seemed this dude already was aware of my people.

"We were like this indeed," I didn't find it offensive at all, "but right now, my race got me to back them up."

"Good lad," that dude paused before adding, "I'm Real, the leader of this region, and one of the elders in my entire race supreme council," he introduced himself at last, and I returned that with a slight nod.

"How do you plan to save us?" he finally returned back to the point that really mattered, "you have to know that all this is made up by us, yet we got no control over any of that."

"I know," I got what he wanted to say. He wanted to say that they were the ones behind that time loop thing, and yet they didn't get any control over it.

"I heard that the trigger lies in the dark planet and moons, right?" I asked just to make sure I didn't get the intel wrong or incomplete.

"That's correct," he nodded, before slowly shaking off his head.

"What? Is there anything else you want to tell me about?"

"Well… When the disaster befell us, we got another race who were with us…" he paused as his face showed how much he was struggling, "they all died before we activated the time loop thing. However, thanks to them, we got to see pieces and bits of our future…"

"And?" that dude just kept speaking about their past, yet he didn't give me any concrete data or useful intel so far.

"That race has the ability to see and forecast the future… They saw how dark and gloomy our future was, and how we'll end up annihilated if we don't use the time loop solution and…"

"And what?" Come on dude! Don't just stop midway in your words like this.

"They told us there was no more hope left for us. So, we planted bombs all over the planets and moons we had. Many already got defused, and the rest of the two planets we got and the moons are all having deadly bombs installed in them."

"This…" for a moment there, I felt something that looked weirdly familiar, "can you tell me more about these bombs? How to trigger them? And more importantly, how to defuse them?"

I was this close from crossing the distance between me and him, grab his body and shake it like I was going to spill the answers out by doing so.

"Is there something wrong about my people's bombs?" he noticed how weird I reacted with what he said. And I couldn't help but feel more excited whenever I thought about such a crazy possibility.

The first disaster, the one that would attack the fiends ten worlds, was one that they got from an extinct race and civilization.

But the second disaster always was a mystery to me. They used some sort of bombs, enough to defuse all the worlds and zones in this little universe here.

I never thought that they got the tech from none other than the angels. For a moment there I recalled how desperate they were to stop me from coming here.

I always thought such desperation was for fear of me getting to save this race. However I seemed to get everything wrong.

They didn't want me to come here fearing the last and scariest shield of theirs. If I got to know that the bombs they planted all over the world and zones here came from this race, then I'd be able to find a way to solve such a crisis.

If I did, then nothing could stop me anymore. They wouldn't get anywhere out of here, not having the means to stop me, annihilate everyone and everything, including themselves.

"There are lots of things on the stake here," I couldn't control myself anymore, went to grab that dude by the arm, and even kept shaking him off like he was a bag of sand or something, "the entire place, all the worlds and zones here, all the races… We can save them!"

"This…" hearing my words made this dude forget all about my actions and weird attitude. I started to give him a thorough explanation about what was happening, and he ended up understanding the current disastrous situation much more.

"I get it," he finally understood why I acted in such a way, "luckily… They indeed got such tech from us…" he said it in a bitter way, as if he didn't know before about such a theft.

"That's expected," I hurriedly said, not trying to comfort him with true sincerity, "after all, you just relieved through the same sh*t over and over for endless years. But for them, they got the ability to come here all the time, get to know what they knew, copied them, and kept updating their knowledge and tech."