The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Klaus and the beast appeared inside the cube, stopping in a large, lush space.

“I feel like I should give you a name,” Klaus said, not even caring about forming the contract yet. He didn’t care whether or not the beast before him had what it took to end his life.

He only wanted to ensure his contracted beast was taken care of to the best of his abilities. Also, it wasn’t like the beast could kill him.

“I will call you Jaguar for now. If you want a different name later or you qualify for one, I will give it to you,” Klaus said, and the beast continued to look at him.

“I will give you something and then send you somewhere. But before that, you cannot break through just yet, since I plan on making you more powerful by rebuilding your foundation.”

Klaus tapped into his Star Monarch Bloodline and conjured two red runes.

“This one,” he said, pointing toward one of the runes, “will lock your cultivation at the peak of the Tier 9 stage.”

Jaguar clearly didn’t like hearing that, so its expression changed. It looked at Klaus with eyes that said he should tread carefully—or else.

“Don’t worry, you will understand later,” Klaus said, pointing toward the second rune. “This one will rebuild your foundation using a unique energy called Chaos energy.

That is where I will be sending you.

Now, before you get any funny ideas, know that Chaos energy is one of the strongest known energies out there.

It’s hard to comprehend, but once you understand it, it will make you stand out. Killing opponents two stages above you won’t be far from possible.

But don’t worry, the place I am sending you will allow you to comprehend this law three times faster. So be happy.

Also, I will give you my blood, which, the moment you comprehend the Chaos energy, will activate and break the first rune that is restricting your cultivation base.

I will be alerted by then to come get you, so do your best. The next time you see the outside world, you will become a different person worth fearing.”

Jaguar didn’t say anything. It had come this far; the least it could do was follow through with the crazy plan being presented to it.

“Very well,” Klaus smiled and then gestured for the first rune to enter Jaguar’s forehead. It entered, and, as he predicted, its cultivation base was sealed.

Then, the next rune entered.

Klaus slashed his palm and froze his blood in immortal ice. He gave it to Jaguar, who hesitated but swallowed the ice.

“Good one. You won’t regret this,” Klaus said and then snapped his fingers. A portal opened, showing a place akin to space, with planets and meteors.

It was a very beautiful yet mysterious space.

Klaus touched Jaguar and vanished through the portal. The next second, they were atop a platform that would be recognized anywhere in the universe as an Immortal Platform.

Klaus landed atop it with Jaguar, who immediately started looking around, feeling the change of energy in the air.

Klaus also looked around, recalling the number of times Efad, his 9th incarnation, had come here with new beast companions.

“This platform will help you understand the Law of Chaos. Don’t worry; it’s a natural phenomenon, so just cultivate as you always do, and it will all become natural to you.

Now, don’t worry about not understanding it—you will know when the time comes.” After saying that, he retrieved ten Tier 10 cores and gave them to Jaguar.

“Use them to recover your energy since there is no spiritual qi here.” Jaguar accepted the cores.

“Then, I will be on my way now. Just take your time, and I promise you, soon, you will become someone with unlimited potential. I will also have the core and heart of the Blue Streak Cheetah by the time you leave this place.”

Klaus left and returned to the outside world, where he quickly exited the inner area of the mountain.

“Are you done already?” General Nazz asked when Klaus appeared.

“Indeed. The battle ended before it even began,” Klaus lied, knowing they just wouldn’t understand how he had managed to tame such a vicious beast. He wasn’t ready to answer their questions.

“The mountain is now safe for all those who want to use it. So I guess my job here is done,” Klaus said.

“I guess so. Thank you for lending us your strength; many will be happy to know the threat has been dealt with,” War God Henry said, slightly embarrassed.

It was his domain, but because he was a realm lower than the beasts, he had to call for aid. Deep in his heart, he knew he had to become stronger so that next time, he would be able to handle such threats himself.

They left the mountain and returned to the headquarters, where Klaus spent a few hours chatting and drinking with them.

When that was done, he left the Austria Union and went back to the academy to report the completion of his mission.

On the way, he planned his next move, which was to announce the campaign he would be launching and make his plans known.

He thought hard about it and came to the conclusion that instead of sending everyone into battle, he would seek out brave warriors with untapped potential and train them.

He was not after quantity; he was after quality that would make a difference in battle rather than sending cannon fodder to their deaths.

Though the weaker ones would also have their chance, they wouldn’t be the main priority of his mission.

His mission was to create the most powerful warriors who would one day defend Mother Earth.

He already has his friends, and from the mission he gave his faction leader, he also found 9 abled warriors who could be molded into monsters.

Klaus wasn’t about to say he has what it takes to turn every warrior in the academy into a monster. No, he wouldn’t be able to do that.

But he can turn a few into terrors, and through them, he will be able to assign big roles to them. But of course, the missions will utilize the numbers of the thousands of disciples in the academy.

They will be the warriors, for they are warriors, but their leaders will be beasts in their own right. He planned to create smaller units with at least 20 warriors underneath each of the monsters he would be molding.

As for his friends and those he will personally select, he would now make them his personal unit called the Paragon Legion.

The rest will be known as the defenders. They will have a different training model, and the Paragon Legion will also have a different training plan.

In the end, they will all fight toward the same outcome.

“Thanks for taking care of the beast, Klaus; you can now climb the stairway to heaven and become an inner disciple,” Old Lu laughed.

The fact that Klaus was with him at the moment meant he had already climbed the stairs. The next step would be to assign him a room, but he had to go through the formality.

“I will see you later, old man. I have a meeting to attend and plans to put into action.”

“Just do what you can; the rest will take care of itself,” Old Lu advised, and Klaus left, heading back to the outer section.

Tomorrow, he would climb the stairs again and finally become an inner disciple.