The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Inside the meeting room, the Cold Lady, known as ‘The Overlord,’ sat with her eyes glued to the screen, watching Klaus battle against impossible odds. The sheer number of Zombies seemed endless, and many were far stronger than him. A Tier 3 warrior, battling thousands of Tier 7 Zombies? It was insane. Yet, there Klaus was, holding his ground.

Her usually cold expression flickered—shock, awe, and other emotions crossed her face, some unreadable. What Klaus was doing was beyond extraordinary. Genius? No. Monster? Not even that.

Klaus didn’t fit into any simple category. He was something else entirely, in a realm all his own.

The strength he was displaying on the battlefield was astounding, even for her. She kept her eyes fixed on him, analyzing every movement, trying to understand the depths of his power. But then something shifted in her mood.

“They dare,” she muttered, slamming her hand down on the arm of her chair, cracking the handle. Her icy gaze darkened as she watched Klaus get sent flying by a black arrow.

Without missing a beat, she pressed a button on her desk. “Prepare the Hawk Hunter,” she commanded. “On my mark, launch five missiles.” The other end of the line remained silent, but far above the Earth, a satellite moved into position, ready to unleash its devastating payload.

But before she could give the order, she noticed something on the screen—Klaus, despite being knocked down, was smirking. Then, unexpectedly, he started laughing. The Cold Lady paused, her finger hovering over the button, sensing something was about to change.

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Back on the battlefield, Klaus gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand. His body ached, and his energy was nearly depleted, but he wasn’t done yet.

Summoning the last ounce of his mental strength, he used the Void Piercing Needle to finish off the last four Zombies. He didn’t even bother to glance at the Assassin lurking nearby.

“That’s more like it,” Klaus muttered, taking in a cold breath. He still looked exhausted, but then he burst into a painful laugh, filled with all his anger. Klaus was furious.

“You couldn’t handle your failure, so you sent more after me,” he said, glaring at the assassin a dark clothes.

“You will die, Klaus. Your time ends today,” the assassin replied coldly.

“And what power are you going to use to kill me?” Klaus sneered. He could sense the ritual was almost over, but right now, that didn’t matter. What mattered was his anger—once again, he’d been caught off guard by the Dark Order.

“You think just five of you are enough to take me down?” Klaus smirked, scanning the area. Suddenly, four more figures in dark clothes appeared.

“You shouldn’t have angered the Dark Order. Now it’s personal,” one of the assassins said. They only took contracts to kill people, Klaus was just a contract, however, after they failed and Klaus came back to life and insulted them, they took it personally.

Now, everything they are doing is their own decision, not a contract, but vengeance. Klaus has destroyed their reputation and they wanted nothing to do but kill him. However what they didn’t know was Klaus also had the same plan, to kill every last one of them.

“Oh, it’s personal, alright,” Klaus replied coldly. “I wouldn’t have already destroyed your safe house and killed all your operators in the eastern region if it wasn’t personal. Now, I’ll kill you five, then the next batch, and keep killing until every last one of you is dead. So, are you going to attack, or what? I need a couple of Exp Points and you idiots showed up just in time”

“Kill him!” the first assassin ordered. But before they could move, the space darkened. Then from the top of the seven pillars, a terrifying pressure descended. The pressure was so heavy that the Assassins instantly fell on their knees.

“Well, we’re all screwed now,” Klaus muttered with a smirk. However, when he turned toward the assassins, he noticed they were on their knees making him smile wickedly. Assassins aren’t known for their physical strength, and the pressure was too much for them. Klaus, though exhausted, was still standing.

Just his physical strength and unyielding personality were enough to keep him standing.

“I’m not usually one to take advantage of people,” Klaus said, “but today’s different. I need 100,000 EXP to level up, and the Dark Order seems generous enough to send you Sages. Don’t worry, you won’t be alone in hell.”

Before the assassins could react, a needle shot forward, piercing through their skulls in a flash. Their heads exploded, killing them instantly. At the same moment, Klaus felt his strength return—his Star Qi was fully restored, and his body surged with energy.

His wounds began to heal as well, making him narrow his gaze at the ritual that was nearly complete. He considered stopping it, but before he could act, something caught his attention. He quickly sidestepped as a spear whizzed past him, striking the ground behind him.

“A Great Sage,” Klaus muttered. Despite the heavy pressure, he didn’t seem concerned. In fact, he looked eager to face whoever had appeared. As expected, the spear flew back from the ground and stopped when it landed firmly in the grip of the masked figure.

“A lady,” Klaus muttered again, eyeing the figure. She had an hourglass figure, a heavy chest, slender legs, and a flat stomach. His eyes narrowed as he assessed her.

“You don’t want to do this,” Klaus said coldly. But deep inside, he couldn’t help but wonder, ‘What kind of assassin uses a spear’ Explore stories at

The masked woman didn’t respond. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her grip tightening on the spear. Klaus could feel the weight of her gaze behind the mask, cold and calculating. The air between them was thick with tension.

Klaus clenched his fists. “I’m not in the mood for games,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But if you insist on fighting, I’ll make it quick.”

Without warning, the woman launched forward, her spear slicing through the air with deadly precision. Klaus dodged to the side, feeling the wind whip past his face as the spear narrowly missed him again. Her speed was impressive—much faster than the assassins he’d just killed.

“Great Sage, huh? You’re fast,” Klaus said, smirking as he stepped back, putting some distance between them. “But speed won’t be enough to stop me.”

The woman said nothing, her silence unnerving. She attacked again, her movements fluid and relentless. Each strike of her spear was precise, forcing Klaus to keep moving, his mind calculating each dodge. He could feel her strength and knew this wouldn’t be an easy fight. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake, and Klaus glanced toward the seven pillars. The ritual was almost complete. Time was running out.

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves,” Klaus muttered, his smirk fading. He raised his hand, summoning the Void Piercing Needle once more. The needle glowed faintly, vibrating with power as it hovered in the air between them. “You should have walked away when you had the chance.”

The woman didn’t flinch, her spear still poised to strike. But Klaus wasn’t waiting any longer. With a flick of his wrist, the needle shot forward, aiming straight for her heart.

BOOM!

The needle whizzed through the air, aimed directly at her heart. But just as it was about to strike, the seven pillars exploded, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. The force knocked the woman off balance saving her from the Needle. Suddenly a suffocating pressure descended from the sky like a crushing weight.

Klaus felt it immediately. The overwhelming force slammed into him, making his knees weaken, yet he never relented to kneel down. It was as if the heavens themselves were pressing down on the forest, and even with his renewed strength, Klaus could barely breathe.

“What… is this?” Klaus muttered, his teeth gritted as he fought to stay conscious. His body trembled under the immense pressure, every movement feeling impossibly heavy.

He looked up through the haze and saw the masked woman struggling to stand as well, her spear digging into the ground for support. Despite the chaos, she locked eyes with Klaus, her expression unreadable behind the mask.

‘This crazy woman, she still wants to kill me despite the danger we are in’ Fruity said inwardly

Klaus’s mind raced. Whatever had just been unleashed was beyond anything he had expected. The very air felt hostile, thick with the weight of some ancient, terrifying power.

“I… have to move,” Klaus groaned, forcing himself to move, though his legs felt like they were made of lead. The ritual was over—he could feel it deep in his bones, an ominous chill that sent shivers through his entire body.

He tried to stand, but before he could fully get on his feet, he sensed something closing in fast. Dangerous. Lethal.

“Fuck”