The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 157: It was An Accident, Mom [Bonus]



Klaus spent four full days in the training room, pushing his mental limits. Even though he had the Weapon Overlord Class, which allowed him to control weapons with his mind, it didn't mean he had perfect control without effort. It only gave him easier control compared to most, but he still had to work hard.

His mental strength was crucial if he wanted to keep the needles flying for a long time. Of course, he didn't let this challenge hold him back. Instead of settling for controlling just 33 needles and a single attack pattern, he pushed further.

Now, after four days, he could effortlessly control 54 needles without much strain and had even mastered three more attack patterns from the [Ten Thousand Soul Needles] technique.

Along with the [Void Piercing Needle], which allowed him to combine 54 needles into one long, 14-inches needle for a powerful strike, he had also mastered three new techniques: [Swarm Attack], [Infinity Piercing], and [Jagged Strike].

The first, [Swarm Attack], involved sending all 54 needles to fly independently. As the name suggested, the needles would attack together, with some taking alternate paths to maximize piercing damage—just like a swarm of bees, but deadlier.

The second technique, [Infinity Piercing], took things to another level. In battles with hundreds or even thousands of enemies, speed was everything. This technique allowed him to kill multiple enemies at once within his attack range. The key was mental capacity. If your mind was strong enough, you could scatter the needles around and kill enemies both in front and behind.

Klaus, now blessed with divine sight, knew he could keep killing even with his eyes closed. All He needed was to keep his mental capacity in check and the killing would never stop.

The last attack pattern was a variation of the Void-Piercing Needle, but this time, the needle had sharp, jagged edges. Not only would it pierce the target, but it would also slice through them, making it a deadly killing technique that would solve many of Klaus's problems in battle.

Although the three added are no match for the Void Piercing Needle, there was no harm in learning them.

After four days of intense training, Klaus finally took a break. He consumed some monster cores, which helped him level up to the Level 4 Master stage, earning him 400 undistributed points. During the battle at Arcadian City, he had used all his points after reaching Level 3, so the only ones he had left were the fresh 400 points from his latest level up.

Feeling the surge of new strength, he opened his status window and smiled, satisfied with his progress.

Name: Klaus Hanson

Age: 16

Talent: Celestial Elemental Overlord

Class: Weapons Overlord

Bloodline: Dormant

Physique: Nine Reincarnation Divine Body

Realm: Master - Lvl: 4/12

Strength: 1,230 | Agility: 1,270 |Stamina: 1,240 |Defense:1,100 | Intelligence: 1,100| Health: 4200

Star Qi: 143,672,600

Stat Points: 400

[Next Level up: 10,000/31,228,800]

"After the Regional Selection, I'll go hunting again in a Tier 4 Forbidden Zone," Klaus muttered, staring out his window. He had been given a Blank Pass, that would allow him to enter any zone without restriction.

He plans on using it to enter a Tier 4 Forbidden Zone where the weakest monster is a Tier 6 Dark or Tier 6 Zombie Captain. He needed time to level up and what the best way if not more killing. He plans on killing more and even trying his hands on Tier 7 Devils or Zombie Kings to see if he can earn some elemental cores.

After seeing Fruity's Ice awakening, he was determined to awaken his too. Indeed, he was jealous of the violet-haired pampered renegade Monk.

When he asked about what happened after he died, he learned that after he killed the Zombie King, the battle had ended. But instead of celebrating, the atmosphere was filled with tension and pain due to the assassination attempt on his life.

What shocked him more was hearing that even Miguel and the other youngsters, who once despised him, were upset at the thought of his death.

Of course, Klaus knew that most of them were probably just mad because they didn't get the chance to take revenge themselves before he died. This made him smile darkly, thinking of the chaos he would soon unleash on his enemies.

With only three days left before the Regional Selection, which would now be held in Hiroshi City—the second-largest city in the Eastern Region—he started to prepare both mentally and physically. Originally, the event was supposed to take place in Arcadian City, but after the invasion, the city was still rebuilding its defenses.

The assassination attempt on Klaus had also forced the higher-ups to change the venue. Klaus found out that three guards who were protecting the Doomsday Bow were killed by the assassin. So even though it technically wasn't Arcadian City's fault, Klaus knew humans had a peculiar tendency to place blame when they were hurt or grieving.

After making sure he was ready, Klaus left the training room and entered the hall, where his mother was seated reading quietly. Without saying a word, he walked over, sat beside her, and rested his head gently on her lap. His mother responded with a soft smile, brushing her hand through his hair.

"Mom, have I ever told you how beautiful and graceful you are?" Klaus asked, his voice warm and sincere.

"Tsk, you don't have to coil your words, Klaus, I know you want to say how hot my body looks" His mother who has known him all his life was quick to pick on the underlying tone in his words.

"You are indeed hot Mom" Klaus admitted.

"Is that why you were peeking?" his mother asked, leaning in closer, her eyes narrowing playfully as she gazed into his.

Klaus's heartbeat sped up, not from their closeness, but because she was right. He had accidentally peeked when he first awakened the Eyes of Malevolence. In that brief moment, he saw things he was never meant to, and no matter how hard he tried, the image was burned into his mind.

"Mom, it was an accident," Klaus admitted, his voice turning shy, a rare blush creeping across his face.

"Hehe, I never knew the almighty Klaus Hanson, the ladies' man, would stoop to peeking at his own mother," his mother teased, cupping his cheeks with a mischievous grin.

"Mom!" Klaus groaned, his cheeks flushing a deep red from embarrassment. "I told you, it was an accident," he repeated, though he knew it was pointless. His mother wasn't going to let this go anytime soon. She was going to milk it for all it was worth.

But what really puzzled Klaus was how she had even known he peeked—accidentally, of course. 'How could she have sensed it?' he thought, bewildered.

The senior had told him it would be nearly impossible for others to detect his divine sight, especially when he wasn't emitting any killing intent. So how had his Ascended mother picked up on it so easily? Is she perhaps a war goddess in disguise, Klaus thought flashing with many assumptions.

'Is it because I have no defenses against her?' Klaus wondered.

He had always been vulnerable around her, never putting up any barriers. Maybe that's why she could sense even the slightest hint of his presence, even when he hadn't meant to peek. With a sigh, Klaus resigned himself to his fate. His mother could charm him any day, and he knew it. So it was hard to say she could sense his presence even when he wasn't there.

"Mom, I will be leaving tomorrow with Anna and Hanna for the Regional Selection at Hiroshi City, will you be lonely" Klaus asked taking the discussion to a new topic.

"I will be, but we can spend today together. Your sister is still training so we can spend the day together, just you and me" His mother said making Klaus smile cheerfully. They stay like that talking about a lot of things.

The next day, he left with Annd and Hanna using one of Ross's family jets. Once again, Klaus was reminded of why he should buy his own jet.

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