I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 267 Ok Big Guy With Big Fists, We Comply!

The explosion was really shocking. I blinked twice, looking again at my glaive. Damn! These cores were really something else!

I looked at this dark purple core, and then at the big number of monsters here. At this moment, I hoped if these monsters were in the hundreds of millions and not only a couple of millions.

Cores that could generate energy to upgrade the power of any gear? That was a treasure trove! Just thinking about the applications I could have used made my head spin already.

Aside from using these over the years of my special forces, wasn’t it possible to arm the human arsenal with these cores?

The big issue that rendered the human firepower useless was the weak energy each missile or bullet carried. Humans used powder to ignite explosions, enough to drive the bullets and missiles as far and fast as they could.

But they missed arming these with energy. In the end, these projectiles were all but mere useless metal. They couldn’t penetrate any armour or even scratch the thick skins of any monster.

So if I added these cores instead of using a complicated mechanism to drive energy from the user themselves, wouldn’t that solve almost half of the problems in that process?

Damn! Just thinking about that made my blood boil. I grew much impatient, wanting to just go and try this theory as soon as possible.

But I had to wait and reach MIT campus before doing so. Anyway, I had a lot of work to do here.

The monster I dissected wasn’t left alone. I worked my glaive supported by that core and cut it into pieces.

Each single piece of it was considered a treasure. Even the hard shell-like rough covering was indeed worthy to be stored.

As I stored everything, I ditched the idea of selling these. After all, I’d need lots of materials to transform the human arsenal into something useful.

So instead of struggling to seek materials later on, why not try and use these hard things and see how it would fare.

I did the same at the next monster. Yet this time I didn’t grab the core out from that weird structure, but I grabbed the entire structure out with the core fixed with it.

I wanted to see what this structure could do. After all, it seemed a bit special. Through my work at the first monster, I failed to find any mechanism to generate projectiles other than this weird structure here.

The core would generate energy, but this energy needed something to transform it into the deadly projectiles. I held that disc shaped beehive-like structure in my hand, trying to see how it worked.

All I could find was that it was tightly connected. Each piece of it seemed to play a role, and the end would be the two tubes coming out from one side of it.

I tried to press that core, stir it using my energy, even hitting it with my glaive. Yet nothing worked. I sighed while thinking about what I should do with these.

Should I ditch these structures and only care to gather up all the cores? Or would I be missing something important here by doing that?

One had to know that once I took out that core from the structure, I failed to return it again there. The connection between the two seemed to be on a cellular level, and couldn’t be amended once broken.

After pondering for a few minutes, I decided to play safe. I decided to store the cores with their structures. If I ever needed cores then it wouldn’t be too late to grab them out from the structures and use them.

Like this I’d guarantee that I wouldn’t lose any chance here. Who knew, I might come across someone or something that might help to unravel the mystery of this structure and how it worked.

Starting from here, I worked hard to grab all the cores and their structures very carefully. I even stored away the two thick arched arms intact without dissecting them.

But when I first met one of those much bigger, three armed monsters, I found an interesting change.

The cores and their structure became much bigger, mostly double in size. The dark purple colour was much darker, even having long black strands here and there.

I tried one of these cores with my glaive, and I was thrilled with the result. The glaive sent not only one arc, but three. The three moved one after another like they were chasing each other, hitting in succession the target and causing much more devastating damage than the normal cores.

“You are going to be stuck forever with my glaive, pretty girl,” I caressed it like it was some sort of a precious gem. Yet the rope used to bind it wasn’t that tight or safe.

But it was the best I had for now. Anyway I continued what I was doing, storing intact thick arching arms and the cores alongside their complicated organic structures.

This process took much longer than I expected, extending beyond the twelve hours limit I gave to those gamers. Midway though, the three leaders came and I totally ignored them.

They stood there, not speaking, not moving, only watching me doing my business. I was totally absorbed in cutting the monsters until I became so proficient in doing so.

If this was another situation, I might have asked for the help of my warriors or even those humans. But I didn’t guarantee their efficiency or if they’d be as careful as me in dealing with these cores and structures.

After I finished, the entire place looked empty after taking all the monsters away. I couldn’t enjoy any moment of rest, as those three moved in unison, while Lilith was walking a step ahead of the other two.

“You seem very much interested in these monsters,” she said and I simply smiled and changed the topic as I said:

“What’s your decision?”

“What else?” Will said in his usual harsh way, “you didn’t give us a choice here, right?”

“That’s the truth of this world,” I didn’t change my smile or attitude as I added, “in this world, only ones with bigger fists can give conditions and make all the talk.”

“Ok big guy with big fists, we comply,” Lilith sighed, “what shall we do now?”