The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

After eating, Klaus spent time chatting with Hanna, learning about her life. He found out that Hanna had been an orphan since she was seven. Her parents died during a monster tide, leaving her to fend for herself ever since.

She grew up doing all sorts of odd jobs, saving whatever money she could to buy Celestial Water. Like Klaus, she had dropped out of school. But after she awakens her abilities, she starts hunting, just like Klaus, to survive and improve her life.

Her story was similar to his, except that Klaus had a loving mother who had supported him over the years. Klaus reassured Hanna that her life would now be filled with love and that she should embrace it.

Later that day, when Lucy was finally done with the other women, they let her go. She gladly rushed to Klaus’s room. Klaus expected Ohema to spend the night with him, but Ohema had other plans.

“You should spend all the time you can with Lucy,” Ohema said. “She’ll be going back to the academy soon, and I’ll still be here with you.”

For some reason, Ohema didn’t seem to have any plans to leave. She and the other ladies spent their days chatting and enjoying each other’s company. Klaus, of course, was happy to spend time with Lucy. They cherished every moment together, sharing intimate nights.

Two weeks later, Lucy left to return to the academy. Anna and the other women also left, preparing for the upcoming Regional Selection exams, which were scheduled for two weeks later. Now, it was just Klaus, his mother, Hanna, and Miriam. Even Ohema had gone.

She mentioned she had some matters to take care of and promised to return once she was done. With Miriam still around, practically having her own room, Klaus was more than happy to spend time with her. He even tried to get hugs from her, but she just shrugged him off with a playful smirk every time.

As much as Klaus enjoyed the company, there was a quiet tension lingering in the air. With Lucy and the others gone, things felt a little too calm. But for now, Klaus embraced the peace, wondering what lay ahead.

A week later, Miriam also left, leaving only Klaus and his family. With everyone gone, the house felt quieter, and after calming his mother down, Klaus decided it was time. He entered seclusion—he had been holding back for too long. Even Hanna had been training intensely in preparation for the regional trials.

Now, seated in his training room, Klaus found himself unsure where to start. He had so much to do. In his mind swirled hundreds of techniques he had absorbed from Fruity’s memories, each one ingrained in him as if it were second nature. His goal was to master them all.

A week ago, he had Hanna use her account to order some projectile weapons for him. He planned to learn how to wield those too. He wanted to be prepared for anything, and yet, he also wanted to remain hidden. No one could know he was still alive, not yet. He had unfinished business.

Klaus cherished the time he had with his mother. It felt like a dream he’d longed for, one that had finally come true. She was calm, happy, and at peace once more. That gave him the space to focus on his training without worry.

Now, his path was clear. Klaus would train, refine his skills, and prepare for what was to come, all while keeping his presence hidden from the world for just a little longer.

Well, at least that was the plan. But Klaus wasn’t sure he could focus on training without stirring up some trouble first. With an evil grin and calm determination, he grabbed his phone and went online.

“Damn, I made a lot of people sad,” he muttered, scrolling through the millions of messages. People had been grieving over his “death” for weeks. Klaus sighed, feeling a strange mix of guilt and amusement.

But then, without holding back, he typed out a message, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Hello, Dark Order. Looks like it was a swing and a miss. For such an anonymous and ominous organization, you sure are all bark and no bite. Tsk, who would’ve thought you couldn’t even kill a Level 3 Master Stage warrior?

From the way I see it, your name should be the ‘Chicken Order’ instead of the ‘Dark Order.’ What a disappointing group.”

His words were brutal, but that was the point. As soon as the message went live, chaos erupted across the internet.

Comments, responses, and outrage flooded in instantly. The Dark Order, notorious for their shadowy influence, had just been humiliated—publicly. Klaus leaned back, satisfied. He didn’t need to check the reactions; he knew he had struck a nerve. Now, the real fun would begin.

And with that, Klaus returned his phone to his pocket, chuckling softly to himself. Training could wait a little longer. Trouble had already started brewing.

“Breaking News! Reports just coming in confirm that Klaus Hanson is alive! Yes, you heard that right—Klaus, who was presumed dead after the intense battle during the Invasion of Arcadian Mine, is alive and well. In fact, he has just humiliated the notorious Dark Order with a single, scathing post online.

From sources, it seems Klaus expressed disappointment that the Dark Order couldn’t finish the job. In his own words, he mockingly referred to them as the ‘Chicken Order.’ The internet is exploding as Klaus’s fans are trolling the Dark Order relentlessly!”

News outlets everywhere started picking up the story, broadcasting Klaus’s sudden return to the public eye and the brutal face slap he delivered to the Dark Order. The once-feared organization was now the laughingstock of the web, with memes, comments, and endless trolling flooding social media.

Klaus’s presence online had turned into a media storm, with fans celebrating his survival and enemies seething in silence. The Dark Order’s reputation had taken a serious hit, and Klaus was the one holding the hammer.

Now, his first step toward revenge was set in motion. Klaus knew an organization like the Dark Order wouldn’t let such humiliation slide. He was counting on their retaliation. He hadn’t slept peacefully in weeks—the mere thought of the Dark Order still lurking in the shadows infuriated him.

Every sleepless night only fueled his anger. The failed assassination attempt still burned in his memory, and he was determined to make sure they regretted it. They needed to understand that Klaus Hanson was not someone to trifle with. He wasn’t the weak target they thought he was.

Klaus began making preparations, every move calculated. His mind raced with plans for revenge, each more dangerous than the last. He didn’t want them to just suffer—he wanted to crush their entire existence.

The look he saw on his mother’s face when he woke up still burned deep within him. He had heard from Lucy how devastated she had been during the weeks he was dead. According to Lucy, after the news of his death reached his mother, she fainted and remained unconscious for an entire week.

When she finally woke up, her broken state made her seem like a mad woman. She started absorbing Mountain Dew every single day and began cultivating. It was painful to watch her endure all of that.

Lucy also revealed that his mother had been blaming herself for being too weak to protect him, and for that reason, she held herself responsible for his death. Secretly, Klaus had cried a few times in the bathroom after Lucy went to sleep.

His goal had always been to awaken and ensure that his mother never stopped smiling. But because of him, for 72 long days, she hadn’t smiled—not even once. This shattered his heart, and Klaus knew he would never find peace until the Dark Order was no more.

“This should be enough for now,” Klaus muttered, nodding in satisfaction as he reviewed the chaos his post had already caused. His work had just begun, and the Dark Order would soon realize they had made a fatal mistake.

This time, Klaus would strike back, and when he did, there would be no mercy.