The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The overlords gathered in their usual meeting room, watching their favourite controversial news channel. They all seemed focused on the white-haired youngster displayed on the screen.

“Klaus Hanson, what do you have to say to your fans before leaving for the academy? We all know that the moment you set foot there, you’ll be cut off from the rest of the world. Any last words before you go?”

KKKickinIt asked, a smile playing on her lips, showing just how proud she was at that moment. Enjoy new adventures from empire

Of course, she had every reason to be proud. It was evident from the faces of the other reporters present that they were envious of her.

After all, she had managed to catch Klaus’s attention—something none of them had been able to achieve. Naturally, with their cameras ready and microphones in hand, they eagerly hoped to leech off her scoop. But alas, the rules were simple: none could ask him any questions. That privilege belonged to KKKickinIt alone.

Klaus glanced around before speaking. “First of all, I have to say, I like the way you’re rocking those glasses. They look good on you,” he said with a small smile, making KKKickinIt blush slightly.

“That aside, great job entertaining us daily with your content. My mom is obsessed with your channel—we all are. So, never stop doing what you do.

“As for my fans, all I have to say is this: give me a few months, and I’ll be back. The academy is just a way for me to grow even stronger, and soon, I’ll graduate and return to your lives.”

“Graduate from the academy? Are you saying you’ll become an inner disciple within a year?” KKKickinIt pressed further.

“That would take too long. All I need is a few months, and I’ll be climbing that stairway to the inner area.”

“I see. Knowing you, I suppose nothing is impossible. That aside, your fans are curious—what’s your response to the situation with the Duncan Legacy family and the Three Clans?”

Clearly, KKKickinIt was all about the drama and chaos. Klaus could see it in her eyes—the woman craved conflict. It was a trait he found oddly likeable.

“Well, those losers can bark all they want. I don’t really acknowledge them as worth my time. I have bigger things to worry about than what some so-called families and clans think of me.

Of course, I’m not saying that if they come after me, I won’t fight back. In fact, I want them to come after me. That would give me the excuse to retaliate, and maybe, if the heavens allow it, I’ll wipe them out for good,” Klaus said teasingly, causing everyone present to take a cold breath.

While the smile appeared charming on camera, those close to him could feel the chilling intent lurking beneath it.

“Can this be regarded as your official response to the Duncan Legacy family and the Three Clans?” KKKickinIt pressed, ensuring her question left no room for ambiguity.

Klaus chuckled, amused by her persistence. “If you want a straight answer, then yes. And if they want a formal letter—well, even though I’m a dropout, I can draft one for them.”

KKKickinIt burst into laughter, entertained by Klaus’s audacity. Klaus, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself, relishing the opportunity to deliver his message where it would sting the most.

With his mother now under the protection of Miriam—soon to ascend to the transcendent—and Ohema, an Ascendent, Klaus felt little concern for her safety.

His uncles were also present, so he did not need to worry about his mother’s safety.

Because of this, He could now do whatever he wanted without being concerned about the repercussions.

He was well aware that the heirs of these families were waiting for him at the academy, so why not fan the flames while the winds were at their peak?

“Some might say you’re digging your own grave. Don’t you think they’re right?” KKKickinIt asked, trying to inject a note of empathy into her tone.

“Nah, those losers are nothing in my eyes. Of course, you wouldn’t believe me, so why don’t they make their move? Then I’ll show the entire world how to erase an entire clan from existence,” Klaus replied, his voice calm but his words razor-sharp.

The entire airport fell silent. No one dared to speak. Even Klaus’s friends remained quiet. Of course, he didn’t care about their reactions—nothing mattered to him at that moment.

For some reason, his body and soul seemed to rebel against the idea whenever he backed down from a fight.

He first noticed this through Fruity’s memories. When the Hellhounds had forced him off the path leading to the Illusion Mountain, it left a mark on his pride.

The memory made him angry, so as soon as his training was complete, he returned and eradicated them, leaving no trace of their defiance.

The same thing happened again when the Dark Flame Chaos Dragons discovered he was the one who had stolen the dragon horn from their ancestral site.

Fruity had nearly died because of this, and it drove him to push himself to awaken the slaughter aura, striving for the strength needed to confront them.

Klaus despised losing. He detested appearing weak in front of his enemies.

But Klaus wasn’t weak—not even in the slightest.

The current version of him is more than enough to take on a peak Sovereign. Soon, he would become a Saint, and who knows what would happen once he breaks through.

“What about the Dark Order? What is your take on the recent happenings?” KKKickinIt asked.

“Well… it seems those losers finally have something else to worry about, so they’ve stopped coming after me. It was a fun ride with them, but now that the Renegade is after them, I hope they focus on that instead.

Of course, serving me an extra experience point wouldn’t be bad at all,” Klaus said with a smile.

“Well, I guess that’s all from my side. I only hope you live up to your claims,” KKKickinIt said with an underlying tone that clearly begged: ‘Please, go on a killing spree.’

“I’ll catch you later, KKKickinIt. Your name is quite a mouthful, but I like it. You really are kicking it,” Klaus said before turning around to join his friends.

The others tried to get him to answer some questions, but he simply walked away. Of course, KKKickinIt’s time with Klaus had been broadcast to the entire world, making many furious at his words.

This was especially true for the Duncan Legacy family and the three clans that had joined their crusade against Klaus.

They were so enraged that they immediately started making moves to suppress him.

Of course, if only they knew that they had dug their own graves the moment they decided to come after him.

For someone whom the heavens wanted dead, mortals had no business provoking him. Then again, who was he to choose his enemies?

He could only hope they wouldn’t cower in fear when the time came for him to unleash his wrath—the Paragon’s Fury.