I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 245 God Nemesis Scissors

“Well… I need your support here,” I paused intentionally but all I could hear was his raced breaths, “I need enough blessing points to buy items and erase their god support.”

[What the heck… How many are we talking about here?]

“I have sixty-five thousand so far.”

[Ahem… You know I’m not that kind. These things should be given to you in return for quests]

“I know,” I nodded, “so I was thinking if you can give me easy quests to fulfil and garnish lots of blessing points in the end.”

[That would be cheating, Hye] his answer was swift and made all my hopes crash.

“But if I didn’t do anything, my boys would be killed by those bastards!”

[Sorry man, I can’t help you here]

He closed the connection and I needed a few minutes to wake up. Did he just abandon me? Screw you Sith! What the f*cking god were you?!!!

[You gained something from your god]

Just as I was lost in my rage, this message popped up all of sudden in front of my face.

[It comes with a message: Don’t misuse this. And stop cursing me in your thoughts!]

I raised my head involuntarily, feeling like a cat stealing cheese caught in action. Damn! Could he even read through my mind with such distance and realms between us?

Gods… they were really scary!

[You got the cleavage scissors]

[You can view it inside your inventory]

I opened my inventory and there I found scissors, shining in black lustre and looking extremely dangerous.

Just as I took this thing out, it landed in a heavy booming sound as it expanded many folds in front of my eyes.

The small looking scissors turned into a pair of giant sharp broadswords that were connected with something like a wheel in part of it.

This scissor was at least ten metres long, looking extremely heavy. As I was the one to summon it out, I took all the toll over my hands, feeling like I was holding a mountain or something.

I left it to fall over my chariot, and luckily my girl was so sturdy to endure it.

[Gods nemesis Scissors: God grade item. Bound to earthling Hye as a personal gift from death shrine god, Sith.

A weapon that can harm any god if used against him, regardless of his or her grade and rank. Can be used to cut the sponsorship between a god and someone inside an apocalypse. Can devour anyone’s blessing points and turn these into fuel to run the scissors.

Current fuel stored inside: zero.

Each usage time will consume one hundred blessing points if there is no fuel there.

Can’t be dropped. Can’t be changed. Can’t be sold]

I looked at this brief description and felt my scalp numb.

“So you gave me a way to cut the lineage but without any fuel?” I raised my head and looked at the sky with defying red eyes.

That bastard… he made sure to not give me proper help here.

[Told you to stop cursing me in your thoughts!]

“Then I’ll curse you in the open instead! Are you satisfied now, stingy god?” I shouted in response to his ranging voice in my ears.

[You can’t ask for a meal without paying for it, kiddo] yet his answer came in a calm tone like he used to use, [Fueling this item is your responsibility. This is how I can escape the punishment of the higher ups if any bastard god came asking for trouble]

I knew what he was referring to, and yet that didn’t help in calming me down. I took repeated breaths before resigning to my loss here.

This batch… it was destined for me to lose them unfortunately.

“Ahhh!”

Screams of agony came from the direction of my current army of three races. Just watching them twitching on the ground made my heart ache.

“Don’t worry my lord,” yet amidst my feeling of helplessness and regret, the voice of Seif came, “the gods of our forces aren’t that high or dangerous to begin with.”

“Excuse me?!” I sharply turned at him, and he retreated a couple steps when he saw me holding the two arms of that scissor.

I was aiming to store it back, not to threaten him with it.

“I mean… Our gods were already the highest gods in our people present here,” he added in a shaky tone, while his eyes never left my scissors.

“Do you fear it?” I couldn’t help asking and Seif and the other four nodded in response.

“Alright,” I stored this dangerous weapon away. It seemed it could also threaten normal races in the apocalypse, not only gods. “So they won’t die?”

“They will enter a state of weakness,” Trunk said with his deep voice, “will have their stat points deducted by half at least.”

“If it’s a stat point problem, then it’s not a problem at all.”

I was acting like a real hegemony here. If the problem was only limited to the stat points, then I could easily compensate them with my stockpiled stat points.

That also reminded me of that winged nymph girl. I needed to store more stat points as fast as possible.

As for the bones… Right now they weren’t an issue at all. I gained almost one hundred thousand bones from the races I killed here. It wasn’t a problem for me to pay for whatever amount she brought.

I sent her a message, notifying her of my need for more stat points. The more, the merrier for sure. She didn’t reject such a standard deal, and promised to bring a large amount with the upcoming delivery of soulers and other races.

According to her, the rate of delivering these folks would be much faster than before. As I understood from her words, expanding the scope of our work to cover the entire apocalypse group of nineteen realms made it easier for her to capture other races.