Chapter 362 - THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSE 5

THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC74: Klaus made his appearance

Young warriors from all over the Eastern Region of the Northern Union began arriving at the Felin Great Estate. They were the bright, newly awakened ones who would walk the path of cultivation to become outstanding warriors. Heirs of prominent families and young geniuses stepped out of their cars, heading inside the grand ballroom where many were already gathered.

As more people entered, murmurs spread throughout the crowd. "Look, isn't that Omari Hackman, the youngest heir of the Hackman family who awakened as a Magnus?" one youngster whispered, tapping his friend.

"That's him," his friend replied, eyes wide with admiration. "I heard he awakened a legendary grade class and talent." Both of them stared in awe as Omari entered the ballroom, with a confident smile and a lady by his side.

The ballroom was grand and filled with energy. Large crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the polished marble floors. Tables lined the edges of the room, covered in fine cloth, and decorated with golden candles. Servants moved around gracefully, offering drinks and light snacks to the arriving guests.

Young warriors from all over the Eastern Region continued to arrive. Some wore extravagant clothes, showing off their wealth and status, while others dressed more simply but carried themselves with quiet confidence. Each one of them had awakened terrifying, making them stand out from ordinary people.

"Look, that's Selene Wren!" another youngster whispered excitedly. "She awakened as a Lunar Mage and is said to have one of the highest affinities with the Moon element."

"She's been undefeated in every tournament she's entered," his friend replied, watching in awe as the tall, graceful girl entered the ballroom. Selene moved with elegance, her eyes sharp and focused.

As the minutes passed, the ballroom became more crowded. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation. Conversations buzzed throughout the room, with many talking about the strength of the various families and the talents of the young warriors.

"Do you see him?" someone else pointed. "That's Tarek Lin, the sword prodigy. They say he can cut through steel with a single swing."

"My brother said he witnessed him cut down a Tier 4 Terror with just a single swing when he was just a Level 7 Awakened. He is very powerful"

"Well, sword prodigies are always powerful. A single swing carries their strength and power you can only dream of"

"They said he can be likened as the strongest sword cultivator in the whole of the Northern Union"

"Well, those are just speculation, but for someone his age to awaken sword Aura, I wouldn't be surprised if he is."

Tarek entered the ballroom calmly, his expression serious. He was well-known for his discipline and intense training. People whispered as he passed, admiring his reputation as one of the best sword users in the entire region.

Another group of guests entered, and the murmurs grew louder. "That's the Zhou twins," someone said, eyes wide. "Both of them awakened as dual-element users. Earth and Fire."

"I really envy them, with their connection, they can complement each other in battle"

"Tsk, who are you kidding, they are far more talented than you might think. I already heard they can Transmute some metals. Even my instructor said they will soon reach the level of a beginner metal cultivator"

"That's wild."

The twins, a brother and sister, walked side by side. They were dressed in red and gold, matching their Fire affinity, and their presence demanded attention. People stepped aside to let them through, impressed by their power.

More arrivals followed. Heirs from prominent families, each one surrounded by a small group of followers or friends. Their names were spoken in low voices, each carrying a story of their talents and potential.

Then, a sudden hush fell over the room as another figure entered. It was Aiden Frost, the rumored future leader of the Frost family. He had awakened as a Frost Reaper, a rare and deadly class that aside from him, there was only one other person to awaken it. Frost Reapers use the scythe and can harness the coldest form of ice.

"Aiden's here," someone whispered, their tone filled with respect. "They said he has already opened his demon eyes and can lock onto one's soul with his icy gaze"

The ballroom seemed to pause for a moment as Aiden walked in, his icy presence making the air feel colder. His pale blue eyes scanned the room, and no one dared to look directly at him for long.

Some say just looking at him will freeze your soul. Although he is terrifying, he is not that strong yet. The reason why they are exaggerating everything is because one of the 8 Overlords has a Frost Reaper Class and he is said to be very terrifying.

As more and more young geniuses arrived, the gathering became a showcase of power and prestige. The heirs of prominent families exchanged greetings, some with polite smiles, others with barely hidden rivalry. The tension was clear, but there was also a sense of shared purpose. They were all here to test their strength, build connections, and carve their names into the future.

Conversations continued to flow, but the focus remained on the arrivals. "Did you see Kiera Woods?" someone asked. "She's supposed to be the strongest wind user in the region."

"Yeah, and she's only sixteen," another added. "I heard she defeated a Master-level warrior in a duel."

Kiera entered the ballroom with a calm expression, her long hair blowing gently as if carried by an invisible wind. People watched her closely, curious about the young warrior who had already made such a name for herself.

She is incredibly beautiful, so beautiful that the young men there started having negative thoughts. But she ignored all their gaze and walked toward her seat.

The room buzzed with comments and excitement as the gathering of geniuses reached its peak. Every corner of the ballroom was filled with young warriors, each one determined to prove themselves.

"Where is Klaus? They said he'd be coming today, but why can't I see him?" someone suddenly asked, causing a ripple of curiosity across the room. Everyone began looking around, searching for the young warrior.

Klaus, who had already made a name for himself, was a hot topic for everyone. Though he was just an Ascended, his achievements had placed him on the City, Region, and Union Charts. That alone had made him famous among the young warriors gathered there.

But what really set him apart was his battle feats. He had fought and defeated Tier 5 Dark Zombie Generals and even killed a Tier 5 Terror Mutated Zombie with a single swing of his sword. It was a story that had spread like wildfire. People whispered about it with awe and admiration.

Then there is his recent blowup when he signed with Nucci Fashion Trend X. He has become everyone's favorite and competition. A 16-year-old with a unique appearance who wasn't known until his image started appearing on the internet. Suddenly, he blew up taking the entire world by storm.

Everyone was expectant, some looking around searching for him. Suddenly, a group of people entered the ballroom making everyone quiet down as their gazes were directed at the newcomers.

The moment Klaus walked into the ballroom, the entire atmosphere shifted. A hush fell over the crowd as eyes turned to him. Dressed in a sleek black suit with his white hair falling softly over his shoulders, Klaus looked striking. The diamond chain around his neck caught the light, and his golden eyes gleamed with confidence.

He wasn't alone, though. On either side of him were Lucy and Anna Ross, two of the most admired sisters in the region. Their beauty was legendary, but even more impressive was their power. Lucy, the older of the two, walked with grace and authority, while Anna, her younger sister, had a soft yet commanding presence. Their presence next to Klaus only heightened the awe surrounding him.

"Wow, that's Klaus!" someone whispered. "He came with the Ross Sisters? That's insane."

"He really is as handsome as they say," another person muttered, unable to take their eyes off him.

But not everyone was impressed. Some people frowned, their expressions turning sour. "He's just an Ascended," one young man sneered. "What's so special about him? He's probably just lucky."

"I heard he defeated a Tier 5 Terror Mutated Zombie with one swing of his sword," a girl responded, her eyes wide with admiration.

"That's just a story," the young man scoffed, jealousy flashing in his eyes. "I bet it's exaggerated."

As Klaus and the Ross sisters continued walking through the ballroom, whispers followed them. Some were filled with awe, while others were laced with envy.

"Who does he think he is?" a boy from one of the lesser-known families muttered under his breath. "Just because he's on the charts doesn't mean he's invincible."

Despite the murmurs, Klaus walked with calm confidence, seemingly unaffected by the stares and comments. Lucy and Anna exchanged glances, both smiling softly. They were used to this kind of attention, but they could see Klaus was handling it well.

Behind them, Klaus's friends entered, each with their own unique flair. Mark, with his heavy appearance, gave a casual nod to some familiar faces in the crowd. Kay, always laid-back, grinned widely at anyone who met his gaze. Danny and Daniel, both with sharp features and athletic builds, moved confidently, while Nia and Asha exchanged excited whispers as they admired the grandeur of the ballroom.

Lily and Kilian, though part of the host family, had chosen to arrive with Klaus and the others, showing where their loyalties lay. This decision raised a few eyebrows among the other guests.

"Why would the Felin heirs choose to come with him?" someone muttered in confusion. "Isn't this their event?"

"Well, they are friends with Klaus so it's only natural they come with him," Someone else said. Everyone turned their attention to Klaus as he walked through the ballroom heading to the center.

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC75: Let the Ball Begin

Jealousy started bubbling up among some of the other young warriors as they watched Klaus get all the attention.

"He's acting all high and mighty because of his recent victories," one boy said, sneering. "Let's see how long that lasts."

"He's not even a Master yet," another added, his tone bitter. "He won't be so lucky forever."

"Just because of some small victory, he started using his fame to deceive the ladies. Tsk, what a showoff"

Despite the negative comments, others couldn't help but admire Klaus. "Look at him," a girl whispered to her friend. "He's calm, composed, and... well, incredibly good-looking. How I wish I could take a picture with him"

"Yeah, but it's not just his looks," her friend replied, eyes fixed on him. "He's powerful. He's already made it onto three different charts. That's something not many can say."

As Klaus and his group walked further into the ballroom, more people whispered and pointed. Some looked at him with respect, others with jealousy. The reactions were mixed—praise, awe, envy, and even some outright disdain.

"He's surrounded by girls," someone remarked, rolling their eyes. "I bet that's the only reason people talk about him."

"Say what you want," another person chimed in, "but he's earned his place. You don't make it onto those charts by being weak."

"Whatever," the first person retorted, crossing his arms. "I'd like to see him in a real fight. Let's see how tough he really is."

As Klaus reached the center of the ballroom, the attention on him was undeniable. Some greeted him politely, extending their hands in respect. Others gave him cold glances, their jealousy barely hidden behind forced smiles.

Klaus remained unfazed. He greeted those who approached him with a nod and a firm handshake, not allowing the whispers or the looks to affect him. He knew how to handle the pressure that came with fame, and he wasn't going to let anyone's jealousy or envy get to him.

"Let them talk," Lucy said quietly to him as they walked. "You've earned your place here."

"Exactly," Anna added with a smile. "They can't take away what you've achieved."

Klaus smiled back at them, grateful for their support. He had come a long way, and he wasn't going to let anyone's negativity hold him back.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Klaus had already made plans to further cement his status once he passed the City Selection and broke through to the Master stage. His achievements so far were impressive, but he aimed to solidify his reputation even more.

As Klaus and his friends settled around a large table, a young lady approached them. She had features similar to Lily's, but her demeanor was quite different. Also, Klaus being a man of culture notices her features are more developed than Lily's.

"Klaus, this is my sister Emily," Lily said, introducing the young woman.

Before Klaus could respond, Emily spoke up, her voice breaking the calm atmosphere. "The infamous Klaus himself, in the flesh!" She grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Emily's playful tone and energetic presence contrasted sharply with Lily's more reserved and graceful demeanor. Where Lily was calm and composed, Emily seemed full of life and fun. Her arrival immediately drew attention from those nearby.

Klaus looked up, intrigued by the contrast between the sisters. Emily's lively personality was a breath of fresh air.

"Nice to meet you, Emily," Klaus said, smiling. "I've heard a lot about you," Klaus said casting a glance at Lily who said nothing about having such a lovely sister.

Emily's grin widened. "I hope it's all good things! I've been hearing quite a bit about you too." She looked around at Klaus's friends, her curiosity piqued. "So, these are your friends? They seem quite the interesting bunch."

Klaus's friends nodded and greeted Emily warmly. Mark gave a friendly wave, while Kay flashed a casual grin. Danny and Daniel exchanged polite nods, and Nia, and Asha smiled back.

Emily's eyes sparkled with interest as she took in the group. "It's always exciting to meet new people, especially those who are making waves like you are, Klaus. I've heard you've achieved quite a lot already."

Klaus chuckled. "I'm just trying to do my best. There's always more to achieve."

Emily's mischievous smile didn't fade. "Well, I'm sure you'll do even more today. But for now, enjoy the party! There's plenty of fun to be had."

Emily had just excused herself to greet some other guests when Lucy turned to Klaus and said, "She's a Senior at Celestial Mountain Academy."

Klaus raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You mean to say she's met the requirements and even climbed the Stairway to Heaven?"

"Yes," Lily confirmed with a nod. "She joined the Academy two years ago."

"That's impressive," Klaus remarked, his interest piqued. Finding out that Lucy, Asha, and Nia were all at the Celestial Mountain Academy only fueled his desire to join them. He hadn't had many friends growing up, but now that he had begun forming bonds, the thought of rising alongside them filled him with determination.

He had promised Ohema he would get into the Academy, and that promise burned bright in his mind.

Just as Klaus was about to ask Lily another question, a voice interrupted from behind him.

"You're Klaus," the voice said with a hint of arrogance.

Klaus turned around and saw a young man with short, deep blue hair approaching him. His sharp gaze suggested he wasn't just another admirer. There was something intense about him, almost challenging.

"Yes, I am," Klaus replied calmly, studying the young man. "And you are?"

The blue-haired youngster stopped just a few feet away from Klaus. He looked him up and down with a smirk before speaking. "I'm Orion. I heard you killed a Tier 5 Terror with a single swing."

Klaus met his gaze, his expression calm. "I did," he replied.

Klaus immediately sensed trouble. He knew Orion wasn't just making small talk. The fact that he was bringing up something that had been all over the internet for weeks made it clear that Orion was testing him—probably looking for a fight.

Klaus could read people well, and he could see right through Orion's intentions. It was obvious that this was a challenge. But Klaus wasn't the type to back down, nor was he the type to rush into conflict. He decided to play along for now, keeping his cool. After all, he knew this would happen sooner or later—people were bound to test him, to see if he was as strong as his reputation claimed.

"Is that so?" Orion said, narrowing his eyes. "Must've been a fluke, then."

Klaus gave a small shrug, his tone still even. "Believe what you want."

"Arrogance over something so small," Orion said with a smirk, trying to provoke Klaus further.

Klaus didn't flinch. His eyes sharpened as he met Orion's gaze. "Only my mother gets my respect," Klaus replied coolly. "No-names like you? Not worth it."

The crowd around them gasped at Klaus's bold response. A few chuckled, while others exchanged uneasy glances. The tension in the room grew thicker as Orion's smirk faded into something more dangerous.

"You'll regret that," Orion muttered, his voice low and threatening.

Klaus didn't even bother to respond this time. He turned his attention away from Orion, clearly showing he didn't consider him a real threat. That dismissal burned more than any words could have, and everyone in the room felt the energy shift.

Orion clenched his fists, but before he could say or do anything else, Lucy stepped forward, placing a calming hand on Klaus's arm. "Let's not waste time with unnecessary fights," she said softly, glancing between the two.

Orion glared at Klaus, his eyes filled with burning anger. "A little fame shouldn't make you think you can fly close to the sun," he said coldly. "Believe me, your wings might get burned."

With that, Orion turned and walked away, his aura radiating hostility. Klaus, unfazed, took a sip from his glass, his expression calm and composed. "Tsk, you can try it any day," Klaus said casually, his voice dripping with indifference. "I don't mind exchanging pointers."

'Your neck looks clean for cutting' He wanted to add that, but he held back.

The tension hung in the air as Orion's figure disappeared into the crowd. Whispers followed his exit. Everyone knew Orion wasn't just another Ascended; he was feared and respected. Rumors claimed that he had awakened a rare class, something akin to a Grim Reaper but with wind elements instead of darkness.

People said he could fight beyond his level, even defeating Master and Grandmaster stage experts while still being a mere Level 1 Ascended.

In the Eastern Region of the Northern Union, Orion was one of the most celebrated prodigies. He was known for his arrogance, his pride, and his overwhelming strength. For someone like Klaus—who had once been a nobody—to suddenly surpass him in achievements was a blow to that pride. Orion wasn't the only one who felt this way.

Many in the room were seething with anger, their egos bruised by Klaus's meteoric rise.

Everyone wanted a piece of him.

"Klaus, you probably shouldn't antagonize anyone," Danny said, his voice laced with concern as he leaned closer. "Trust me, these guys come from powerful backgrounds. They could make you disappear overnight if they wanted."

Klaus scoffed lightly, his expression was neutral but his eyes were sharp. "Tsk, a bunch of arrogant bastards think they can threaten me?" he said, his tone calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. "They must have death wishes."

Despite Klaus's seemingly indifferent attitude, the aura around him shifted. Those sitting nearby could feel a sudden, chilling tension in the air as if the temperature had dropped. A cold shiver ran down their spines, and even Danny couldn't help but feel uneasy, though he knew Klaus was trying to reassure him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the 14th edition of the Felin Youth Ball" Suddenly, a young man appeared taking the spotlight.

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC76: Let's Play Ball

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 14th edition of the Felin Youth Ball!" A young man in his early 20s stood at the front of the ballroom, his voice carrying easily through the large space. He had a warm smile on his face as he addressed the crowd.

"As you already know, this event is organized so the young prodigies in our cities and region can meet and interact with each other. It's an opportunity to learn, share ideas, and compare notes on how best to navigate the challenges of being a warrior."

The room was quiet as everyone listened intently. The young warriors were eager to see what the night would bring, knowing that the Felin Youth Ball was a prestigious event. Many had looked forward to this gathering for weeks, excited to meet others like themselves.

"I know you all are outstanding individuals with various views on things," the young man continued, "so without taking much of your time, let the Youth Ball begin!" His smile widened as he stepped back, signaling the start of the evening's festivities.

"That's Mettle," Lily whispered to Klaus. "He's my second brother and the current heir to the Felin Estate."

Klaus nodded, watching Mettle closely. He could see the strength and confidence in the young man, traits that clearly made him a respected figure in the Felin family. "He seems capable," Klaus remarked, keeping his voice low.

Lily smiled proudly. "He is. Mettle's always been someone we look up to. He's strong, smart, and knows how to lead."

Klaus nodded studying Mettle's character. Perhaps because he doesn't want to add more to the envy and jealousy people are directing to Klaus, he remains away from their section. but gave him a silent nod. Klaus appreciates that but naturally, he doesn't care.

So what if people are jealous of him, he earned his strength and status, unlike most who got theirs because they are from powerful families. He fought for it, so no matter how much they hated him, they knew deep down that he was indeed on a level they could never reach.

Klaus could only shake his head and smile when he sensed such envious and clear jealous looks on him. The event has many activities. The first one has to do with going around and getting to know each other.

Because of this, people began to mingle around the room, some formed small groups and started conversations. Some were discussing strategies, while others exchanged stories of their experiences as warriors. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and tension, with everyone eager to make an impression.

A few young warriors approached Klaus, introducing themselves and exchanging pleasantries. "It's an honor to meet you, Klaus," one of them said, shaking his hand firmly.

Although they say more about him, their ego won't allow them to show they are followers of what is going on in Klaus's life. Klaus could only nod in acknowledgment, keeping his responses polite. He could sense the mixture of admiration and competition in the air. Everyone was sizing each other up, trying to gauge who was the strongest, the smartest, or the most promising.

As the evening progressed, more conversations flowed. Some were filled with genuine interest, while others carried subtle hints of rivalry.

"Lily, your brother seems to have gathered quite a crowd," Anna said, glancing at Mettle, who had a group of young warriors, mostly ladies all around him. "He's definitely popular."

Lily nodded, her pride evident. "Mettle's always been a leader. People naturally gravitate toward him."

"Well, he seems to be quite popular with the ladies too," Daniel said casting a look at Mettle who was surrounded by a bunch of ladies each with sparks of admiration in their eyes.

"Well, you can also become popular if you do something grand" Danny smacked Daniel on the back of the head making their group smile.

Klaus observed Mettle for a moment longer before shifting his focus back to the people around him. He knew that tonight was about more than just socializing—it was an opportunity to see where he stood among the other young prodigies.

After a while, Klaus suggested they also go around. He certainly wanted to test some people out and seeing their ego wouldn't allow them to come to him, he would rather go to them.

As he moved through the ballroom, Klaus encountered different reactions. Some people greeted him warmly, while others gave him cold looks, clearly not pleased with his presence. He could hear murmurs behind him, a mix of admiration and resentment.

"Tsk, what's so grand about what he did?" someone sneered from the side, irritation evident in their tone.

"Well, if you ever manage to clear two regions of a Tier 2 Forbidden Zone as an Ascended, then feel free to come back and make that comment." A young lady said, making the fellow frown.

He clenched his jaw, visibly frustrated. He had no response to that, only biting down his irritation as others nearby chuckled quietly. The reality was, that Klaus had done something nearly impossible for his level, and everyone knew it.

Klaus took it all in stride, knowing that not everyone would be happy with his success. He had learned that being strong meant attracting both friends and enemies.

Meanwhile, Lucy and Anna stayed close by, engaging in conversations with other young women in the room. Their presence by Klaus's side didn't go unnoticed, and he could sense the curiosity and envy it sparked.

"Who is he to be so close to the Ross sisters?" someone muttered.

"Well, he is the moment and they seem to be good friends with him so it's only natural," another replied, watching them intently.

"I truly envy these two sisters, they are getting all the attention," A young lady said looking at Lucy and Anna walking beside Klaus as he moved toward his selected targets.

As Klaus continued moving through the ballroom, he was suddenly greeted by a familiar voice. "Brother Klaus, long time no see."

Turning towards the voice, Klaus immediately recognized the young man. "Brother Nathan, it has been a while," Klaus replied with a friendly smile.

Nathan was the young fellow who approached him about a month ago with an interesting proposal to join a team he was putting together. At the time, Klaus had just become an Ascended, and though not yet widely known, his images had started circulating online, gaining him some attention.

Nathan smiled warmly. "I hope you've been doing well, Brother Klaus. It looks like you've already made quite an impression."

Klaus chuckled. "You could say that. I apologize for not getting back to you about the proposal. If the offer is still open, I'd like to join your team."

Nathan's eyes lit up with excitement. "Of course! We've postponed the expedition to three weeks from today because of the upcoming City Selection Exams for Celestial Mountain Academy in two weeks. I hope that won't be an issue?"

"Not at all," Klaus assured him.

"Great! I'll add you to the group chat so you can stay updated. If you have any friends who might want to join, feel free to invite them as well," Nathan said, clearly pleased.

Before Klaus could respond, Lily spoke up eagerly, "Brother Klaus, I'd like to join too." Anna, Kay, Mark, Daniel, Danny, and Kilian all nodded in agreement, expressing their interest.

Klaus smiled, noticing how excited his friends were. "It seems everyone here wants in. And there's one more who will join later," he added, thinking of Hanna, who had missed the event to support Nadia with setting up plans for Klaus's first photoshoot.

"Excellent!" Nathan said, thrilled by the turnout. "You can all meet the rest of the team members. They're eager to meet you."

Klaus and his friends followed Nathan as he led them to a group of young men and women gathered in a corner of the ballroom. They exchanged pleasantries and introduced themselves to the other team members. The group was diverse, with members from different backgrounds and families, each bringing unique skills and talents to the table.

As Klaus interacted with the team, he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He couldn't wait to enter the Tier 3 Forbidden Zone.

Klaus had already experienced the dangers of a Tier 2 Forbidden Zone and wasn't all that impressed. He was determined to push himself further, seeking out more dangerous zones to truly test his skills.

As Klaus mingled with the others, Mark, who had been keeping an eye on everyone, noticed something troubling. "That's Omari Hackman... Why is he looking at Brother Klaus with those eyes?" Mark said, spotting a murderous glare aimed in Klaus's direction.

The stare came from Omari Hackman, the heir of the Hackman Great Family and a young Magnus with unrivaled control over the water element.

Lucy smirked. "Well, that little guy's been after my sister Anna for a while now. Naturally, he feels threatened by Klaus's presence."

Klaus, who had already sensed Omari's hostile gaze from a distance, couldn't help but entertain a wicked thought. With a mischievous smile, he stepped closer to Anna and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, catching her completely off guard.

"He should feel threatened because those eyes of his aren't worthy of this fairy," Klaus said with a grin, oblivious to Anna's flustered expression and the sudden jealous glances from Lucy, Lily, Asha, and Nia.

Omari, seeing this display, could no longer hold back his anger. "Courting death!" he roared, his rage boiling over as he glared daggers at Klaus.

'First target secured. Now it's time to dismantle him.' Klaus said inwardly with an evil grin.

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC77: The Arrogant Young Master Klaus

"Courting death" Omari shouted, his murderous gaze intensifying.

"Really? I don't feel like it," Klaus replied, his grin widening as he locked eyes with Omari. "Care to demonstrate?" His tone was playful, almost mocking, and it only seemed to infuriate Omari more.

Omari's fists clenched at his sides, and his aura flared with a burst of water energy, swirling around him like an impending storm. The air grew tense as everyone in the ballroom turned to watch, sensing the impending clash between two powerful young warriors.

Klaus stood there calmly, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement as if daring Omari to make the first move. His relaxed posture contrasted sharply with Omari's growing rage, further irritating his opponent.

"You think this is a game, Klaus?" Omari snarled, taking a step forward, his aura intensifying.

Klaus shrugged casually. "Not a game. Just curious to see if you're all bark and no bite." He tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his lips. "But if you're serious about demonstrating... I'm right here. Take your best shot."

Omari's anger boiled over at the taunt. The water around him surged, swirling into a visible aura of blue energy. He clenched his fists, ready to unleash his power.

"Don't test me, Klaus," Omari warned through gritted teeth.

The tension in the ballroom was palpable as everyone watched the confrontation unfold. People stepped back, forming a wide circle around them, eager to see if the young Magnus would strike. Some of the guests whispered nervously, unsure of how this would end.

Anna stepped forward, her hand lightly touching Klaus's arm. "Klaus, this isn't the time or place..." she said softly, her voice pleading.

Klaus glanced at her briefly before returning his gaze to Omari. "It's alright, Anna," he said calmly. "If he wants to prove something, let him try." His voice was still laced with confidence, completely unfazed by Omari's growing power.

Omari glared at him, his frustration evident. But even with his power crackling in the air, he hesitated, unsure whether he really wanted to start a fight with Klaus right here in the heart of the gathering.

"Just a small bit of fame, and you think you're on the same level as us?" Omari was almost ready to strike, but a sneer from another part of the ballroom froze him in place.

Everyone's attention shifted toward the voice, and a murmur rippled through the crowd. "It's Miguel the Demon Hunter," someone whispered, clearly shaken just by the sight of him. Miguel stood tall, his robust frame intimidating, with veins bulging on his forearms like thick cords.

His reputation preceded him—he was known for only hunting down mutant zombies called Green Horn Demon Zombies from the moment he awakened.

Rumor had it that he had slain a Tier 3 Zombie General when he was just a Level 1 Awakened. There were even whispers that he drank the blood of his victims, though most dismissed that as an exaggeration.

But regardless of the rumors, Miguel's presence demanded respect. His mere entrance shifted the atmosphere in the room as if a dark cloud had settled over the gathering. His cold eyes landed on Klaus, and for a moment, the tension thickened even further.

Klaus, however, was unfazed. He tilted his head slightly and smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Same level as you? Please, who'd want to be on the same level as you? I mean, look at you and then look at me." His words hung in the air like a taunt, shocking everyone.

The room fell silent. Everyone held their breath, knowing Miguel's temper was as brutal as his reputation. Miguel's aura exploded with a burst of malevolent energy, a wave of pressure sweeping across the room, causing some to gasp and step back in fear. The air grew dense with his killing intent.

But Klaus remained steady, his grin never wavering. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he added, his voice mocking and carefree.

Miguel clenched his fist, veins bulging on his forehead as he glared at Klaus with bloodshot eyes, almost as if they were dripping red.

"Tsk, how disappointing. All bark, no bite," Klaus muttered, turning his attention away from Miguel as if he wasn't worth his time. This dismissive gesture only fueled Miguel's anger further, but the final push needed to make him lash out never came.

"Tsk, a country bumpkin who got lucky and gained some fame thinks he can show off," another person sneered from the sidelines, clearly trying to provoke Klaus.

But no matter what they said, Klaus remained calm, showing no sign of anger. He simply ignored their taunts, his relaxed demeanor only adding to their frustration. It was as if their words couldn't reach him, and that indifference irritated them even more.

Klaus's expression shifted subtly, his eyes narrowing with disdain as he stared at the group. Ohema had warned him about situations like this—jealousy, sneers, and provocations. He knew better than to let it get to him, at least when the insults were only directed at him.

But then someone crossed the line. They mentioned his mother.

That was a mistake. A mistake they would never forget.

"You think being arrogant will be enough to protect you and that slut mother. of yours"

Klaus's calm exterior cracked for just a moment, and a dangerous gleam flashed in his golden eyes. The air around him seemed to grow heavier. He turned his gaze toward the person who had commented, locking eyes with them, his face now devoid of the usual humor.

"You should choose your words wisely," Klaus said quietly, his voice low but filled with an edge of danger. The room, already tense, became even more silent. Everyone watched closely, sensing something had changed.

The person who had spoken looked startled for a moment, but they tried to mask their fear with a sneer. "What? Can't handle a little—"

Before they could finish, Klaus took a single step forward, and the tension in the air snapped like a wire. The sneer on the person's face faltered as he realized he had made a serious error.

Klaus wasn't laughing anymore. The atmosphere grew cold and heavy as his golden eyes locked onto the person who had insulted his mother. The young man's words faltered as fear gripped him, his bravado quickly fading.

"Klaus, you there—" the young man tried to shout, but he never got the chance to finish.

In a flash, Klaus moved. Before anyone could react, he was standing in front of the man, an ice shard pressed firmly against his throat. The sharp, cold edge glistened a silent warning that froze everyone in place.

Gasps filled the room as everyone instinctively stepped back, distancing themselves from the dangerous situation. The bold sneers and arrogant comments disappeared instantly, replaced by wide eyes and a suffocating tension.

The young man stood frozen, his breath shallow, clearly terrified. Klaus's eyes, now icy and unforgiving, locked onto him with a deadly focus. The silence that followed was almost unbearable.

"Say one more word," Klaus whispered, his voice cold and sharp as the ice at the young man's throat. "And I'll make sure it's your last."

Everyone stood still, eyes wide, stunned by the sudden shift in the air. The atmosphere had changed completely. Klaus, who had been calm just moments ago, now radiated a deadly aura, like a reaper ready to strike. His opponent, the young man who had foolishly provoked him, was frozen in place, too terrified to even blink, fearing that any movement might lead to his immediate death.

"Klaus, calm down," Emily's voice suddenly cut through the tension, snapping everyone out of their trance.

All eyes turned toward her, some sighed in relief. She was trying to diffuse the situation before it spiraled further out of control.

"She's right," another voice chimed in. It was Diana, a young lady dressed in an elegant white gown. Her calm, soothing presence seemed to soften the room. "We're all here as friends. Instead of fighting, we should be using this time to interact and share ideas."

Klaus didn't say anything at first, his golden eyes still fixed on the young man, who was now visibly trembling. The tension in the room was thick.

"Klaus, please," Lily added, stepping forward. "Listen to Sister Emily and Sister Diana. We're supposed to be allies, not enemies."

After a moment, Klaus finally relaxed, his deadly aura fading away as he took a step back. The young man visibly sagged with relief, though his face remained pale from the near-death experience.

"Fine," Klaus said, at last, his tone still icy but less menacing than before. "But this is your last warning. You can mess with me, insult me, say whatever you want. But never—" his voice dropped dangerously low, "—in this life or the next, should you threaten my mother. Trust me, I might be a country bumpkin, but when I strike, not even the death god himself will be able to save you."

His words sent a chill through the room, and no one dared make a sound. Even those who had been whispering sneers earlier now kept their heads down, unwilling to meet Klaus's gaze.

Emily placed a gentle hand on Klaus's arm, trying to ease the tension further. "Let's not spoil the evening. We're all strong in our own ways. Let's focus on that instead."

Klaus took a deep breath, letting the tension in his body dissolve. He gave Emily a small nod, appreciating her effort to de-escalate the situation.

The young man who had been on the receiving end of Klaus's wrath took a step back, clearly shaken. He glanced at Klaus, his eyes filled with fear and regret, and then quickly melted into the crowd, hoping to disappear from sight.

As Klaus rejoined his friends, the atmosphere slowly returned to normal, though an uneasy silence still lingered in the air. The young warriors had witnessed a glimpse of Klaus's true nature, and no one would dare challenge him so lightly again, well for a moment I guess.

"Klaus, I challenge you to a Verbal duel"

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC78: Verbal Duel [Bonus]

The uneasy silence that had settled over the room was suddenly broken by a voice from the back.

"I challenge you to a Verbal Duel!" The words rang out, clear and sharp. Everyone turned in shock to see who had dared to challenge Klaus after witnessing his earlier display. Standing tall with a confident smirk was a young man with dark hair, sharp features, and a presence that demanded attention.

The crowd immediately started buzzing with excitement.

"A Verbal Duel? Is he serious?" someone whispered.

"That's Lawrence Kain, from the Kain family. He's known for his quick wit and sharp tongue," another commented.

"What's a Verbal Duel?" a young girl asked curiously

"It's an old tradition," a young man who seemed more experienced began explaining. "When two warriors want to avoid physical conflict but still wish to settle a score, they challenge each other to a Verbal Duel. It's a battle of words, logic, and wit, where the goal is to outsmart and humiliate your opponent without ever raising a hand."

"It's supposed to test not just strength but intelligence," another added. "Some say it's a way to show dominance without violence."

Klaus narrowed his eyes at Lawrence, measuring the young man. He could see the smirk on Lawrence's face and the gleam of confidence in his eyes. Lawrence clearly thought he had the upper hand in this challenge.

Klaus's friends, still recovering from the earlier tension, exchanged worried glances. "What's this guy thinking?" Mark muttered. "Does he really believe he can outwit Klaus?"

Anna and Lucy both stepped closer to Klaus, their expressions wary. "Be careful, Klaus," Anna whispered. "Lawrence is known for this. He's humiliated many with his words."

Klaus raised an eyebrow at Lawrence, unimpressed by the challenge. "You think words will save you where strength cannot?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge.

Lawrence chuckled, his smirk widening. "Oh, strength has its place, but intelligence rules all. I'm here to show everyone that being a brute isn't enough. You might be strong, Klaus, but how sharp is your mind?"

The murmurs grew louder as the crowd watched with bated breath. Some were excited at the prospect of seeing Klaus brought down a peg, while others were curious to see how he would respond to this unexpected challenge.

Klaus considered for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, Lawrence," he said, his voice even. "You want a Verbal Duel? You've got it. Let's see if your words can hold up better than your courage."

The room erupted in murmurs once again. Some were surprised Klaus accepted, others eager to witness the rare duel.

"Lawrence might actually stand a chance in this," someone muttered. "He's clever, and Klaus isn't known for his sharp tongue."

"Well, do we really know Klaus" another replied. "This could go either way."

"But still, Lawrence is an erudite in many fields. He has also challenged many people even before he awakened, so he has a high chance of winning."

"Well, we know little to nothing about Klaus, so we can't say for sure who would win"

Lawrence stepped forward confidently, clearly eager to begin. "For someone who's made it into the Union Charts, Klaus, you certainly have a lot to learn. Do you think power alone will protect you? Power is fleeting. Brains, however, can keep you alive in situations where strength alone will fail."

Klaus listened, not rushing to respond. He wasn't one to engage in petty arguments, but he understood the weight of this challenge. It wasn't just about winning; it was about humiliating that arrogant bastard in front of him. The entire room was watching closely.

When it was his turn to speak, Klaus's words came slow and deliberate. "Strength may be fleeting," he admitted. "But intelligence without strength is just as useless. You can have all the knowledge in the world, but without the power to act on it, you're just another voice in the wind. Intelligence isn't about proving how clever you are to others.

It's about using your wits to protect those you care about."

The room fell quiet for a moment as Klaus's words sank in. Lawrence's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered.

"Nice try," Lawrence shot back, his voice steady. "But in the end, a strong mind can manipulate even the strongest warrior. Words can command armies, shift loyalties, and break even the toughest of men. That's something you'll never understand."

Klaus gave a small smile, but it wasn't warm. "Words are powerful," he conceded. "But only when backed by actions. You can spin your clever lines, Lawrence, but at the end of the day, it's what you do that defines who you are. People don't remember words; they remember deeds."

The crowd erupted in whispers again, each person trying to figure out who will be winning the duel when it starts. Both sides had made strong points, but Klaus's calm demeanor seemed to carry more weight than Lawrence's sharp retorts.

"Tsk, someone who dropped out of school still thinks he can win the battle of the tongue" A sneer came from Miguel who has recovered from the terrifying might Klaus has showed everyone.

The room went dead silent for a moment as Miguel's sneering words hung in the air. Klaus, a school dropout? Whispers quickly spread through the crowd, disbelief and curiosity lighting up everyone's faces.

"Did he just say Klaus is a dropout?" one young warrior whispered to his companion.

"No way! With his power and skills, I thought he was one of the top students!" another murmured, clearly shocked.

Miguel, emboldened by the gasps and murmurs, continued with a mocking smile. "How does it feel, Klaus? Standing here among the elite, pretending to be one of us when you couldn't even finish school?"

Lawrence, sensing an opportunity to strike, smirked and added, "Ah, that explains a lot. Power without proper training can only take you so far, Klaus. No wonder you resort to brute force over strategy."

Klaus stood calmly, letting the noise die down around him. His golden eyes flickered over to Miguel and Lawrence, and then he looked out at the crowd. He could feel the weight of their judgment, but instead of anger, he felt an odd sense of peace.

"Yes," Klaus said finally, his voice firm but calm, "I dropped out of school."

His confession sent another wave of murmurs through the ballroom, but Klaus didn't flinch. He stood tall, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

"I had no choice but to leave school," he continued, his gaze steady on Miguel. "Not because I wasn't capable of learning, but because life doesn't always go as planned. My mother needed me. My family needed me. And sometimes, responsibilities come before personal dreams."

His words had a ripple effect through the crowd. Some of the young warriors began to look at him with newfound respect, while others still wore expressions of confusion.

"And despite that," Klaus added, his voice growing stronger, "I stand here today, not because of a fancy education, but because of hard work, perseverance, and the will to survive. School doesn't define a person. Your actions do."

Miguel scoffed but remained silent this time, realizing the crowd was beginning to lean in Klaus's favor. Lawrence's smirk had faded as well, and he looked less sure of himself now.

Klaus turned to face Lawrence again, a small smile on his lips. "So, Lawrence, if you think education alone gives you the right to look down on others, you're mistaken. Life isn't about who can recite the most facts or who can throw around the biggest words. It's about who can stand tall when the world tries to knock them down."

The room was quiet now, all eyes on Klaus. Even those who had doubted him were starting to see him in a new light. The tension from before had shifted into something else—an odd mix of admiration and respect.

Lawrence, clearly rattled by Klaus's composure, opened his mouth to retort but seemed to think better of it. Instead, he crossed his arms, looking away as if he had lost interest in the conversation.

Klaus, satisfied that his point had been made, let out a slow breath.

A few moments later, one of the young ladies from the back of the room broke the silence. "I think Klaus is right," she said quietly, but her voice carried. "School or no school, look at what he's accomplished. That speaks louder than anything else."

Her comment sparked a ripple of agreement through the crowd. Even those who had been skeptical moments before were now nodding.

"He's faced Tier 5 monsters and lived to tell the tale," someone else added. "That's more than most of us can say."

As the murmur of voices grew, Miguel and Lawrence both looked increasingly uncomfortable. What had started as an attempt to undermine Klaus had backfired spectacularly.

The duel hadn't even started yet and Lawrence could sense something that made him a little rattled.

"Alright everyone, Lawrence Kain has challenged Klaus to a Verbal duel and per the rules, the challenger will start. Now, I know many of you are hoping to see some action, well, this is another form of action that we all can learn from.

The rules are simple, a case study will be given and you two will banter on it, the one to overpower his opponent with his words wins.

If you are losing, don't resort to violence since that will be seen as going against the rules and you will be expelled from the gathering" Emily, Lily's sister said stepping in as referee. It's common to have some of these duels in gatherings like this, so Lawrence challenging Klaus was normal, however, everyone knew this was an attempt to humiliate Klaus.

"Now, the case study:"

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC79: Master as Reasoning [Bonus]

Emily stood between Klaus and Lawrence, her expression serious as she raised her hand for silence. The crowd, eager for the verbal duel, quieted down, all eyes locked on the two competitors.

"The case study is simple," Emily began, her voice clear and firm. "Imagine a small village is being terrorized by a dangerous monster. This monster is too powerful for the villagers to defeat, and they have no way to call for help.

As a warrior, you must decide whether to fight the monster alone, risking your life, or train the villagers to defend themselves, which will take time but might save more lives in the long run."

She paused, giving them both a moment to think before stepping back. "Lawrence, since you're the challenger, you will begin."

Lawrence smirked confidently and stepped forward. His posture was relaxed, and he spoke with authority.

"In this situation, the logical choice is clear," Lawrence began. "You fight the monster yourself. As a warrior, it's your duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves. You act quickly, eliminating the threat before it can cause more harm. Training the villagers would only waste time, and by the time they're ready, more lives could be lost.

A true warrior takes responsibility and acts swiftly to protect others. That's what sets us apart from ordinary people."

A few nods of agreement rippled through the crowd. Lawrence's argument made sense on the surface, and many seemed to agree with his reasoning. He crossed his arms, feeling satisfied with his opening statement.

Klaus, however, remained calm, his golden eyes thoughtful. He stepped forward and began speaking in a measured tone.

"Lawrence's point sounds noble," Klaus said, glancing briefly at his opponent, "but it's short-sighted. Sure, you might be able to defeat the monster yourself, but what happens when you're not there next time? Another monster comes along, and the villagers are defenseless again. The real solution isn't just saving them once. It's giving them the tools to protect themselves in the future."

A few murmurs of approval spread through the crowd as Klaus's argument began to sink in.

Klaus continued, his voice gaining strength. "If you go in and defeat the monster, sure, you're the hero for a day. But you leave them just as vulnerable as they were before. Training them may take time, but it creates lasting change. The villagers can defend themselves not just against this monster but any future threats. You empower them instead of just saving them."

Lawrence's confident smirk wavered slightly. He hadn't expected Klaus to come at the problem from this angle. Still, he wasn't ready to back down.

"That's idealistic," Lawrence retorted, trying to regain control of the argument. "But not practical. In the time you spend training them, how many lives could be lost? What if the monster attacks while they're still learning? A true leader doesn't take risks with innocent lives. You act decisively to remove the threat."

Klaus shook his head slowly, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "It's not about taking risks," he said, his voice steady. "It's about long-term solutions. Yes, you might lose a few lives during the training, but how many lives will you save in the future by teaching them to defend themselves? You're thinking like a warrior, Lawrence, but not like a leader."

The crowd began to shift in favor of Klaus. His argument had depth, and he was slowly chipping away at Lawrence's initial confidence. Even some of Lawrence's supporters were beginning to look uncertain.

Lawrence narrowed his eyes, trying to push back. "You're putting too much faith in ordinary people," he argued. "Not everyone is cut out to be a warrior. Some are simply too weak, too afraid. Training them might be a waste of time and resources. You can't expect them to be able to fight like we do."

Klaus met Lawrence's gaze steadily, his expression firm. "I'm not expecting them to fight like we do," he said. "I'm expecting them to fight like themselves. Everyone has strengths, and it's a leader's job to bring those strengths out. Maybe they won't become warriors, but they can still defend their homes and their families.

The point isn't to make them like us—it's to make them the best versions of themselves."

Lawrence's frustration began to show as he realized Klaus wasn't budging. "That's naïve!" he snapped. "You're underestimating the danger. The monster could wipe out the entire village while you're busy giving speeches about empowerment!"

Klaus didn't flinch at Lawrence's outburst. Instead, he took a step closer, his voice calm but powerful. "And you're underestimating the power of people when they believe in themselves. When they know they can make a difference, they'll fight harder than you ever could alone. That's true leadership, Lawrence. Not just being the hero, but helping others become their own heroes."

The crowd fell silent, hanging on Klaus's every word. Lawrence, for all his bluster, seemed to be losing ground. His initial confidence had crumbled, and now he looked unsure of how to proceed.

Klaus pressed on, his tone now almost gentle. "You can kill the monster, Lawrence, but what happens after that? Who will protect the village when the next threat comes? You can't always be there. But if you leave them with the knowledge and skills to protect themselves, you're ensuring their safety long after you're gone."

Lawrence opened his mouth to respond but hesitated. The crowd was clearly on Klaus's side now. Even those who had supported Lawrence earlier were nodding in agreement with Klaus's logic. Lawrence's argument had been based on short-term thinking, while Klaus had shown a deeper understanding of leadership and responsibility.

With no more retorts left, Lawrence stepped back, his face tight with frustration. He had lost this battle, and he knew it.

Emily stepped forward again, a small smile on her lips as she glanced between the two. "It's clear that Klaus has won this verbal duel. His argument was not only well-reasoned but also inspiring. The goal of leadership isn't just to solve the problem in front of you—it's to ensure a better future for those you protect."

The crowd erupted in applause, cheering for Klaus. Lawrence, still seething, could only stand by as Klaus graciously accepted his victory with a humble nod.

Klaus turned to face Lawrence one last time, his expression softened. "It's not about who's stronger with words or swords, Lawrence. It's about understanding what truly matters in the long run. Maybe you'll see that one day."

The crowd, still buzzing from the duel, turned to Klaus with renewed interest. One young man stepped forward, his face full of curiosity.

"Brother Klaus," he asked, "you talked about thinking of the long run as a leader. But what if the situation doesn't allow for that? What should a leader do then?"

Klaus paused, considering the question carefully. His gaze swept over the attentive faces in the crowd.

"That's a great question," Klaus began. "In some situations, you might not have the luxury of time. Immediate threats or crises sometimes demand quick action, even if it means making tough choices."

He took a breath, continuing. "When you can't plan for the long run, you focus on the most pressing needs. First, address the immediate danger to ensure survival. Protect those who are in the most danger and stabilize the situation as best as you can."

A few people nodded, clearly following his reasoning.

"Next," Klaus said, "once the immediate threat is managed, start working on a plan for the future. Even in a crisis, you should be thinking a few steps ahead. After dealing with the current danger, begin to set up measures that will help prevent similar issues from arising later."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. "In essence, you handle the emergency first but always keep an eye on long-term solutions. It's about balancing immediate needs with future goals."

A woman in the crowd raised her hand. "Can you give an example of how this might work in real life?"

Klaus smiled, appreciating the question. "Sure. Imagine a town is under attack by a band of raiders. As a leader, you'd first need to defend the town and protect the people. Once the raiders are driven off or defeated, you then focus on rebuilding and strengthening the town's defenses to prevent future attacks."

He looked around at the crowd, making sure his message was clear. "In a crisis, you act decisively to ensure survival. After that, you plan for long-term improvements. Both are important. It's about finding the right balance between immediate action and future preparation."

The crowd seemed satisfied with his answer, their expressions reflecting a deeper understanding. Klaus had once again demonstrated his intelligence and leadership, earning even more respect from those around him.

At first, they all doubted him knowing he was a school dropout, however, after sharing his perspective, he earned back his reputation and even added more, making Lawrence appear like an idiot.

"Interesting perspective you have there, Mr. Klaus," a voice rang out across the room. Keen Felin, the patriarch of the Felin Great Family, entered with a group of others, each showing formidable strength.

"I really admire how you outline your reasoning with real-life scenarios," Keen added, making everyone look at Klaus in a new light. Even the leader of a great family was impressed by his reasoning.

"I was just speaking my mind," Klaus said with a polite smile.

"Well, your mind really contains some interesting reasoning. Care to share more?" Keen Felin said, not waiting for Klaus to respond. He continued, "Mr. Klaus, what do you think the essence of battle is?"

As soon as Keen asked the question, all eyes turned to Klaus, trapping him in a situation he couldn't easily escape.

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC80: Essense of Battle

[A/N: I will be getting a little nerdy with this chapter, so bear with me please]

Klaus took a moment to gather his thoughts. He doesn't know how, but whenever a question is posed, the answer to such a question will appear in his mind. It's both bizarre and shocking, but since he has to maintain his reputation, he let go of that weird feeling and then began speaking. "The essence of battle," he started, "is not just about fighting or winning.

It's about strategy, understanding, and adaptation."

The crowd listened intently as Klaus continued. "At its core, a battle is a conflict between two or more forces. It's not just about who is stronger or who has better weapons. It's about how effectively you can use your strengths and exploit your opponent's weaknesses."

A murmur of agreement spread through the room as Klaus spoke.

"First," Klaus explained, "understanding the battlefield is crucial. Know the terrain, know the environment, and know how these factors can affect the outcome. A battle isn't just fought with weapons; it's fought with knowledge and preparation."

Keen Felin nodded, clearly impressed. "Continue, please."

Klaus continued, "Second, you must understand your own strengths and limitations. Know what you're capable of and where you might fall short. This helps in creating strategies that maximize your advantages and minimize your vulnerabilities."

The crowd seemed to be absorbing every word Klaus said.

"Third," Klaus added, "understanding your opponent is just as important. Study their tactics, their strengths, and their weaknesses. Anticipate their moves and adapt your strategy accordingly. A good strategist is always a few steps ahead."

Keen leaned forward, clearly intrigued. "And how do you adapt during the battle itself?"

"Adaptation," Klaus said, "is about being flexible and responsive. No plan survives contact with the enemy perfectly. You must be ready to adjust your strategy based on the changing dynamics of the battle. React quickly to unexpected events and make decisions at the moment."

The room was silent, captivated by Klaus's insight.

Klaus continued, "Another key aspect is psychological warfare. Understanding the mental and emotional state of both yourself and your opponent can give you a significant advantage. Manipulating the enemy's perceptions and emotions can often be as effective as physical strength."

A few people in the crowd exchanged impressed glances.

"Finally," Klaus said, "the essence of battle is also about leadership. Good leaders inspire and guide their forces, maintain morale, and make critical decisions under pressure. Leadership can turn the tide of a battle more than any individual skill or tactic."

Keen Felin's eyes sparkled with interest. "You've clearly given this a lot of thought."

Klaus smiled modestly. "Experience and study have taught me these things. Battles are complex, and success often comes from understanding and adapting, rather than relying solely on brute force." Klaus spoke those words but inwardly he was more shocked than everyone.

"Excellent points," Keen said, clearly pleased. "You've managed to encapsulate the essence of battle with both depth and clarity. It's rare to hear such a well-rounded perspective."

The crowd, impressed by Klaus's deep understanding, began to murmur with admiration.

One young warrior spoke up, "I've always thought battles were just about who was stronger, but Klaus has shown there's so much more to it."

Another added, "His insights are incredible. It's clear he's not just a powerful warrior, but also a thoughtful strategist."

Klaus, still humble, nodded in thanks. "I'm glad you find my perspective valuable. Battles are not just physical conflicts; they are mental and strategic challenges as well."

Keen Felin clapped his hands, drawing attention back to him. "It's clear that Klaus has a profound understanding of battle. Let's all take a moment to appreciate the depth of his knowledge."

The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause, and Klaus felt a sense of satisfaction. His insights had not only impressed Keen Felin but also resonated deeply with those present.

Keen then addressed Klaus directly. "Mr. Klaus, would you be willing to share more of your thoughts on strategy and leadership with us? Your perspective is something we could all benefit from."

Although Klaus didn't know why and how he was able to answer their questions with such depth, he was more than happy to keep talking. He could see the faces of almost everyone gathered there and started to reflect on what he was teaching. The impact was visible.

People were eager to ask more questions, hoping to gain further wisdom from the young warrior. Suddenly, a tall, serious-looking young man stepped forward.

"Mr. Klaus, I have a question that might be a bit deeper. How do you reconcile the need for immediate action in a battle with the importance of long-term strategy? Specifically, how do you handle situations where a decision that benefits the present might undermine future goals?"

The room fell silent. Klaus turned to face the questioner, intrigued by the depth of the question. He took a moment to collect his thoughts all more like pretending to be in a deep thought. He knew the answer before the question was asked, but who is asking.

"That's a great question," Klaus said, nodding appreciatively. "Balancing immediate needs with long-term goals is one of the most challenging aspects of leadership and strategy."

He continued, "In any battle or conflict, you often face urgent situations that demand quick decisions. However, these decisions should not be made in isolation. It's essential to understand how immediate actions will impact your long-term objectives."

Klaus paused, ensuring that everyone was following. "When faced with a choice between immediate gains and future outcomes, you need to weigh both options carefully. Ask yourself, 'How will this decision affect my long-term goals? Will it set me back or help me advance?'"

"For example, in a battle, you might need to make a tactical retreat to save your forces from a more significant threat. While this might seem like a setback, it could actually be a strategic move that allows you to regroup, reinforce, and come back stronger."

The young man nodded, clearly following Klaus's explanation.

Klaus continued, "One way to manage this balance is to prioritize your objectives. Identify what is crucial for your long-term success and ensure that your immediate actions align with these priorities. Sometimes, short-term sacrifices are necessary to achieve long-term goals."

He added, "However, it's also essential to be flexible. Situations change, and new information can alter the best course of action. Being rigid in your strategy can be detrimental. Adaptation is key. Always reassess your position and adjust your plans as needed."

The crowd was deeply focused on Klaus's words, clearly impressed by his thoughtful approach.

"Another aspect to consider," Klaus said, "is the concept of trade-offs. Understand that every decision involves some level of compromise. Weigh the benefits of immediate actions against their potential long-term impacts. Sometimes, the best choice is balanced, considering both aspects."

He looked at the young man who asked the question. "Does that answer your question?"

The young man nodded slowly, clearly impressed. "Yes, Mr. Klaus, that was an excellent explanation. Thank you"

The room was filled with murmurs of agreement and admiration. Klaus on the other hand stood with his hands behind him looking around like an ancient scholar.

A young woman in the crowd raised her hand next. "Mr. Klaus, how do you maintain morale among your team when faced with challenging decisions that might impact both immediate and long-term goals?"

Klaus smiled, appreciating the thoughtful question. "Maintaining morale is crucial in any leadership role, especially when difficult decisions are required. It's important to communicate openly with your team. Explain the reasons behind your decisions and how they align with both immediate and long-term objectives."

He added, "Encourage your team by highlighting the importance of their roles in achieving the overall mission. Show them that their efforts are valued and that even difficult decisions are made with their best interests in mind."

The crowd listened intently.

"Furthermore," Klaus said, "lead by example. Demonstrate confidence and resilience in your decisions. When your team sees you handling challenges with determination and clarity, they are more likely to remain motivated and committed."

Another person spoke up, "How do you deal with conflicting advice or opinions within your team when making critical decisions?"

Klaus responded, "Conflicting opinions are a natural part of decision-making. It's important to listen to all perspectives and consider them carefully. Evaluate the merits of each viewpoint and use them to inform your decision."

He continued, "However, as a leader, you must also be decisive. After considering all opinions, make a decision and stand by it. Provide clear reasoning for your choice and ensure everyone understands the rationale."

The room was abuzz with admiration for Klaus's depth of knowledge and practical advice. He had effectively addressed each question with clarity and insight, further solidifying his reputation shaming his haters.

Klaus concluded, "Remember, leadership involves continuous learning and adaptation. The challenges we face are always evolving, and so must our strategies and approaches. Keep learning, stay flexible, and lead with integrity."

The crowd erupted into applause, clearly impressed by Klaus's profound understanding and articulate responses. His ability to tackle complex questions with ease and clarity had made a lasting impact on everyone present.

"Impressive" Suddenly another voice entered the ballroom making every turn in that direction.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC81: War Goddess

A graceful woman with striking features entered the ballroom, instantly drawing everyone's attention. Their eyes widened, and jaws dropped as people gazed at her in awe. She appeared to be in her late twenties, carrying herself with an aura that demanded respect.

As she approached, Anna, Lily, Keen Felin, and everyone else bowed slightly. "Greetings, War Goddess," they said in unison.

'War Goddess?' Klaus thought, feeling confused. He had never heard of anyone by that title before. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a name.

But even though Klaus didn't know who she was, the reverence in the room was undeniable. Out of caution, he decided to follow suit.

But just as he was about to bow, the woman suddenly appeared beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. Klaus froze mid-bow, startled by the unexpected touch. Slowly, he turned his head to see the War Goddess smiling warmly at him.

"You, my friend, don't need to bow. You and I are the same—we are both built for war," the lady said, her words causing shock to ripple through the room.

The War Goddess, the most powerful being in the entire Eastern Region, had just called Klaus, an Ascended, her equal. It made no sense. War Gods and Goddesses were the pillars of each region, chosen by the Overlords themselves to protect their lands. Their power was unrivaled, their importance supreme.

In each region, there was either a War God or War Goddess. It is known that when the apocalypse struck, the selected few who fought alongside the Overlords were bestowed the title War Gods or Goddesses. These individuals were tasked with safeguarding the regions in the Overlords' absence. Their strength was said to be beyond comprehension.

For someone of such stature to call Klaus her equal left everyone stunned and speechless.

"Do you know why I said you and I are the same?" the War Goddess asked Klaus, her focus solely on him as if the entire ballroom had faded away. Her authority was absolute—no one dared to question her actions.

"I really don't know," Klaus replied, his voice calm.

The War Goddess turned to Klaus with an amused smile. "Come on, little brother," she teased, her tone light. "I heard everything you said about leadership and the essense of battle. You don't want me to form a different opinion of you, do you?" Her smile grew wider, clearly enjoying the moment.

All around the room, people were stunned into silence. Even Anna and the others standing beside Klaus couldn't believe their ears. Did the War Goddess really just call Klaus her "little brother"? Surely they must have misheard.

The aloof, proud Goddess—who never regarded anyone as her equal—had just addressed Klaus, a seemingly insignificant figure who had only recently begun to make a name for himself, as her brother.

"You wouldn't want to waste your big sister's visit, now would you?" she added playfully, causing even more jaws to drop. "After all, you're the reason I'm here."

The entire room held its breath, trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

Klaus raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, if you put it that way, this little brother won't hold back." His mood shifted instantly, an undeniable connection sparking between them. He could feel it—the woman standing before him was like him. She wasn't someone who followed the rules; she was someone who broke them. Arrogant and powerful—that's what Klaus sensed from her.

And for some reason, it made his blood surge with excitement.

"I'm guessing you hate the title 'War Goddess,' don't you?" Klaus said, his eyes locking with hers. "It puts you in a box and forces you to play by their rules. But you and I both know—screw the rules." His grin mirrored hers, their energy syncing as if they were two parts of the same force.

"I knew I would like you," the War Goddess said with a smile making everyone watching stare in shock. The moody war goddess is smiling.

Everyone in the room was unsure how to react. What they were witnessing was far from anything they expected. Klaus, instead of being intimidated by the War Goddess, seemed to come alive in her presence. This was the same War Goddess known for her arrogance, the one who ruled over the Eastern Region of the Northern Union with an iron will.

Rumor had it that she is sworn sisters with the leader of the Overlords, giving her a strong reason to carry such an air of superiority. She rarely acknowledged anyone, treating them as insignificant. But now, this legendary figure was not only speaking with Klaus, she was laughing and resting her hand on his shoulder. It baffled everyone.

Who was Klaus, and how could he inspire such behavior from someone so untouchable?

Even Klaus didn't have all the answers. But deep down, he knew something about himself. Despite his humble beginnings and quiet demeanor just weeks ago, there had always been a fire burning within him—a quiet arrogance, one that was now beginning to surface. He had been biding his time, but now, with each passing moment, his confidence was growing.

Klaus was destined for more. He was meant to become a Paragon—an existence so powerful that even the heavens and the rules themselves would bow before him. Paragons were not born to obey; they were born to rule. They were beings meant to look down on the world with the same disdain that the War Goddess now displayed.

And Klaus, though still at the beginning of his journey, was finally starting to embrace that path.

Klaus flashed a smug smile, glancing around the room. "I am Klaus, after all—everyone likes me," he said, his tone dripping with confidence.

Lucy and his friends couldn't help but shake their heads. Who was he kidding? Plenty of people wanted him dead, and with every passing moment, their hunger to take him down only grew stronger.

The War Goddess, still smiling, asked, "I heard you'll be joining the selection exams for Celestial Mountain Academy."

Klaus nodded.

"Well," she continued, her smile widening, "now that you're my little brother, I expect nothing less than first place. Anything short of that, and I'll make sure you don't even get a chance to enter the regional selection."

The room fell into stunned silence. Did the War Goddess just set an impossible goal for Klaus? The selection exams for Celestial Mountain Academy were infamous. Every year, the world's most talented prodigies competed, each one fighting for the coveted top spot. The exams were grueling, with constantly shifting challenges designed to weed out even the best.

Many geniuses had failed to claim the top spot in the past, proving that talent alone wasn't enough.

For the War Goddess to place Klaus in such a position was nothing short of remarkable. Those who wanted to see Klaus fail were quietly rejoicing, already picturing his downfall.

But Klaus didn't flinch. He simply smiled back at her. "I don't mind living up to Big Sister's standards. But let's say I do take first place—would Big Sister offer me something special to mark my achievement?"

He knew exactly what she was doing and understood the stakes. But Klaus also knew how to play the game.

"Of course," the War Goddess replied with a smirk, "if you manage to take the first spot in the City Selection, I'll grant you anything you desire—so long as it doesn't cross my bottom line."

Klaus's grin grew wider and he quietly looked at her chest area. Those two mountains are clearly calling for his attention. "Well then, Big Sister, be prepared. This little brother of yours will make sure you keep that promise."

The War Goddess's eyes twinkled with amusement. "I look forward to seeing what you're capable of," she said, her tone both challenging and encouraging. "Prove me right, and you might just surprise everyone."

Klaus gave a confident nod. "I won't let you down."

As the War Goddess turned to leave, the room's tension began to ease, but the chatter quickly resumed. Everyone was abuzz with the dramatic turn of events. People whispered about the audacity of Klaus's challenge and the unexpected support from such a formidable figure.

Lucy and his friends gathered around Klaus, their expressions a mix of worry and admiration. "Are you really going to take on that challenge?" Lucy asked, her voice filled with concern.

Klaus chuckled quietly. "Of course. If Big Sister wants me to, the least I can do is make her happy," he murmured, making sure the War Goddess wouldn't hear as she moved away from the room. But He underestimated the keen hearing of a cultivator.

The War Goddess moving out heard everything but just smiled and went away.

"You're handling this quite well," Emily, who was now standing beside Klaus and his friends, commented.

"Well, Big Sister wouldn't give me a task she doesn't believe I cant handle," Klaus replied with a smile. Although he didn't know the War Goddess very well, he respected her greatly. Her confidence in him had made a positive impression.

"You're something else, Klaus. This just shows you're a real man," Keen Felin said, giving Klaus a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Around them, friends were smiling, while foes were frowning. Despite the mixed reactions, the moment was centered on Klaus. It was clear that, for today, he was the focus of attention.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and an ambient glow filled the room. Soft music began to play in the background, signaling that it was time to dance. Everyone started pairing up, looking for their dance partners.

Klaus, who hadn't expected this moment, was taken aback. It wasn't that he didn't know how to dance—his mother had taught him from the age of five, so he was quite skilled at moving to the music. The real issue was that he had come with two ladies, and the situation required him to choose just one to dance with.

The question now was, who would he choose? Lucy or Anna

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THE LAST PARAGON IN THE APOCALYPSEC82: Tango [Bonus]

Klaus found himself in an impossible situation. He had arrived with two impressive women by his side, both of whom looked like they could handle anything. But right now, he was the one in a bind. The current situation didn't feel "badass" at all—it was one of those moments where no decision seemed like the right one.

Although Lucy and Anna were sisters, choosing one would inevitably hurt the other. It was a kind of dilemma in which there was no clear solution. Making one happy while disappointing the other wasn't something Klaus considered a real solution—it was more like a trap with no way out.

"Little sister, would you like to dance with me?" Emily spoke up just as Klaus was frantically trying to figure out what to do. She extended her hand toward Anna, who smiled and nodded, accepting the offer without hesitation.

Klaus looked over at Emily, and she shot him a knowing smile. In that moment, Klaus silently vowed to himself that he would do anything for Emily in the future. No matter what she needed, no matter how far he had to go, as long as he was alive, he wouldn't hesitate to repay her. She had saved him today.

He also felt grateful for Anna's understanding. She knew what Emily was doing and accepted it gracefully. With a deep breath, Klaus silently thanked his lucky stars and turned to Lucy, reaching for her hand.

Her body trembled slightly at his touch. "Well, Fairy Lucy," Klaus said with a small smile, "would you care to share a dance with me?"

Lucy nodded almost immediately. Klaus led her gently to the center of the dance floor, where several young men and women were swaying to the rhythm of the music. The tension he had felt earlier began to fade as they moved together, the night becoming just a little bit easier.

The music played softly, filling the room with a gentle melody. Klaus held Lucy's hand as they stepped onto the dance floor.

She looked up at Klaus, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The uncertainty in her gaze was obvious, and it made Klaus smile softly. Though he had never danced in public before, the lessons his mother had given him in their small home were enough to guide him through this moment.

Despite the calm and joyful atmosphere, Klaus could feel a few cold glares aimed his way. He sensed the envy and bitterness from those watching, secretly hoping he would stumble, make a fool of himself, and be left out. But Klaus wasn't concerned. His focus was entirely on the beautiful girl standing before him.

"You don't need to worry," Klaus said gently, trying to soothe her nerves. He extended his left arm and placed his other hand carefully on her waist, pulling her a little closer, but with tenderness.

Lucy offered him a small, tentative smile, still uncertain. "I've never danced like this before," she admitted quietly.

Klaus met her eyes with warmth and reassurance. "It's okay," he said, his voice calm and steady. "We'll take it slow. Just follow my lead."

As the music flowed around them, Klaus guided her with care, step by step, making sure she felt safe and confident in his arms. Slowly, Lucy's nerves began to ease, and she started to relax into the rhythm, trusting Klaus as they swayed together. For that moment, it felt like the rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of them.

They began moving together, slowly finding a rhythm that matched the music. Klaus focused on keeping his steps smooth, ensuring each one flowed seamlessly into the next. Lucy followed his lead, easing into the dance with surprising grace, almost as if she had done this a hundred times before.

"You see? It's all working out," Klaus said with a reassuring smile, offering her a bit of praise. Lucy smiled back, clearly impressed not only with herself but also with how naturally Klaus was guiding her through the dance. Unbeknownst to her, Klaus was just as surprised. The fluidity of his movements felt almost effortless, as though the dance steps came instinctively to him.

Since the moment the verbal duel began earlier in the night, Klaus had started to experience something strange. It was as if knowledge—things he had never studied or consciously learned—was awakening within him. He felt as if every action, every decision was suddenly second nature.

The essence of battle, the art of leadership, how to make impossible choices—it all seemed to come to him without hesitation. It was bizarre, almost unreal.

This feeling had been creeping up on him for weeks, manifesting in subtle ways, but Klaus had brushed it off, not giving it much thought. Now, however, the sensation was different. It was more intense, more present, and harder to ignore. Something inside him was awakening, and it wasn't just about dancing. It was something deeper, something powerful, waiting to be fully understood.

But for now, he allowed himself to stay in the moment. With Lucy by his side, he simply let the music guide them, trying not to dwell too much on the mystery stirring within him. There would be time to unravel it later, but tonight, the dance was all that mattered.

Klaus couldn't quite grasp what was happening, but he knew one thing for sure—whatever strange force was at play, whether good or bad, had saved him today. And for that, he was more than grateful.

"If you keep blushing like that, you're going to make your sister jealous," Klaus teased, glancing at the clearly flustered Lucy. Her cheeks were glowing pink, and for once, Klaus felt certain he was doing something right.

Lucy smiled shyly, her eyes momentarily avoiding his. "This is nice," she said quietly, almost as if she was speaking to herself.

"It really is," Klaus agreed with a warm chuckle. "Who would have thought a simple country bumpkin like me would be dancing with such a beautiful Fairy"

With a playful grin, Klaus spun Lucy gently, watching as she twirled before softly falling back into his arms. The moment felt almost magical, like something out of a dream. For a brief second, Lucy's heart skipped a beat as she found herself gazing into Klaus's striking golden eyes.

"Well," Klaus said with a mischievous smile, "are you charmed yet?"

Lucy looked up at him, her breath catching as she smiled back, unsure whether to laugh or blush even more. She felt warmth spreading through her chest, and for a moment, it seemed like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of them.

Maybe, she thought, there was something a little magical about this country boy after all. Klaus was on cloud nine forgetting everyone around as he dived into the dance with even more finesse.

All around them, people began to take notice as Klaus and Lucy danced. Their movements flowed with such ease and grace that it seemed almost effortless, making the moment feel perfect—perhaps a little too perfect.

Anna, who was dancing with Emily just a few meters away, glanced over at her sister and Klaus with a warm smile. There was no hint of jealousy or envy in her eyes, only genuine happiness. For reasons she couldn't quite explain, seeing her sister enjoying herself made her feel content.

Klaus noticed Anna watching them and caught her gaze for a brief moment. She seemed to fall into a trance, mesmerized by the way Klaus's white hair whipped around as he danced. The intensity of the dance began to grow, and soon more and more people stepped back, giving Klaus and Lucy the space to shine.

It was as though the spotlight had naturally gravitated toward them, and Klaus wasn't about to let the moment pass by unnoticed.

He gently guided Lucy into more complex steps, bringing out the full beauty of the dance. She responded with grace, her nervousness fading as she embraced the rhythm and followed Klaus's lead.

Then, suddenly, the music changed. By that point, everyone else had cleared the dance floor, leaving only Klaus and Lucy in the center of it all.

Klaus looked down at her, his golden eyes gleaming with playful confidence. "Can you tango?" he asked with a smirk.

Lucy hesitated for a split second before nodding. "A little," she replied, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"That'll do," Klaus said, his grin widening. "Let's tango."

Klaus took Lucy's hand and pulled her close. The tango had a different energy—more intense, more passionate. He felt the shift in the music and adapted instantly, his movements sharper and more deliberate. Lucy stayed with him, her trust in Klaus growing with every step.

They started slow, their feet moving in sync as they glided across the floor. Klaus led with confidence, guiding Lucy effortlessly through the dance. The world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, the music, and the rhythm of their hearts.

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and surprise. She hadn't expected Klaus to be such a natural. Her nervousness melted away as the dance continued, replaced by a sense of joy. She let herself get lost in the moment.

Klaus noticed the change in her. She was more relaxed now, her steps becoming lighter and quicker. He smiled down at her, silently praising her for keeping up. The connection between them grew stronger with each movement.

As the music picked up, so did their pace. Klaus spun her out and then pulled her back in, their bodies close but perfectly aligned. He made sure to guide her through every twist and turn, never letting her falter.

They danced with a passion that caught everyone's attention. The crowd around the dance floor watched in awe, completely captivated by the pair. Some whispered among themselves, surprised by how well the two danced together.

Klaus felt the eyes on them but paid no mind. His focus was entirely on Lucy. He was determined to make sure she felt safe and comfortable, even as the dance became more complex.

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