I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1896: The Hectorsʼ Spy!

”It wasnʼt because you gracefully gave me anything!” Silverliningʼs body began to tremble—not from the pressure of the Eldersʼ power, but from the sheer volume of fury he had held back for far too long.

”Every promotion, every scrap of influence I earned, was thanks to what Hye did for this race! It was his genius, his strength, and my efforts to bridge the gap—efforts that you all have systematically blown away because of your pride!”

”Arrest him!” the Head Elder bellowed.

The patience of the High Council was legendary for its thinness, and Silverlining had finally snapped it. He knew the consequences. The last time he had dared to advocate for Hyeʼs autonomy, he had ended up in a deep-sector prison, facing a death sentence that only Hyeʼs direct intervention had prevented. Now, he was back at the doorstep of the abyss.

Silverlining stood at the precipice of his own destruction, yet his gaze remained steady. He knew, with a heavy and certain clarity, that Hye would not be appearing to rescue him this time. Hye had his own wars to fight, his own gods to kill.

Silverlining might have been spiralling toward a ledge of madness fueled by rage, but he wasnʼt blinded by it—not yet. Before he had even set foot into the lionʼs den of the Torank high command, he had meticulously prepared his final move, arranging a secure, albeit violent, path out of the reach of his kin.

”See you later, losers!” Silverlining shouted, his voice ringing with a manic, newfound freedom. He raised a shining, obsidian-colored bead high above his head before fiercely crushing it against the marble floor.

The bead didnʼt just break; it detonated. A localised eruption of dark wisps and oily smoke exploded outward, instantly engulfing Silverlining in a swirling vortex of shadow.

”You maniac! You dare to use an Outer Battlefield teleportation bead in the very heart of our headquarters?!”

Silverliningʼs vision was a blur of grey and black, but he could clearly hear the earth-shattering roar of one of the Torank elders. The bead he had used was no common trinket; it was a specialised, high-tier item salvaged from the Outer Battlefield.

Its purpose was singular and terrifying: it could snatch a soul from any corner of the known universe and hurl them directly into the meat-grinder of the outer reaches.

The aftereffects were immediate and catastrophic. As the space around him began to fold and tear, Silverlining felt a momentary pang of regret—not for the betrayal, but because he wouldnʼt be able to stay and witness the absolute devastation of the Torank capital.

This teleportation item didnʼt originate from this universe; it was a relic from the ”Other Side,” and its activation was akin to setting off a spatial bomb.

”You will go there and die!” another blood-gurgling shout reached his ears. It came from an elder who was frantically trying to contain the void-energy leaking from the bead, his efforts proving utterly useless against the alien physics.

”Iʼll spread a warrant across every sector!” the voice continued, now growing faint as the distance between dimensions stretched. ”You wonʼt find a place to hide! Donʼt even dream of finding a way back here to meet your loser friend!”

”Humph! And you dare call yourselves a mighty race?” Silverliningʼs voice echoed within the black sphere, sounding like a new man who had just decapitated his own shadow.

”How can you even compare yourselves to the Hescos? Youʼre pathetic! You donʼt even realise that he will be out there, challenging the stars, in less than a month!”

The world turned to a crushing, absolute black. Silverlining took one last deep breath of the air of his home world, bracing his mind and body for the violent, bone-snapping impact that always followed an Outer Battlefield arrival.

”Sorry pal... this is as much help as I can give you, my old friend,” he whispered. These were his final words to the universe he knew before his physical form vanished entirely.

He left behind a half-destroyed city, a shattered central planet, and a mountain of Torank corpses—the collateral damage of his exit.

Hye was completely unaware of the sacrifice. No other major race in the cosmos had yet received word of the major incident that had just crippled the capital of the mighty Toranks.

Yet, this event served as the definitive spark for a blood feud. The Toranks, in their arrogance and grief, didnʼt blame Silverlining alone; they viewed this as Hyeʼs machination, a proxy strike designed to punish them for their stance against him.

Silverlining had intended his departure as a gesture of help, a way to clear the board, but he had inadvertently ignited a grand and epic struggle. The rising star of Hye was now on a collision course with a veteran race of the universe, a conflict that would stretch on for years to come.

While the Toranks burned, a third race was quietly convening. The Hectors, who had maintained a precarious neutral stance regarding Hye for a long time, were now gathered in a shadowed assembly.

”So... let me get this straight,” one of the Hector elders said, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and scepticism. ”Youʼre telling me he abducted the ʼRed Flowerʼ of those maniacs? And they just... let him go? Heʼs still alive?!!”

The young man standing before the council bowed his head, a slow and steady nod confirming the impossible.

If Hye had been in the room, he would have recognised this man instantly. He was one of the servants who had provided food for him and Moth back at the luxury resort.

”Yes, sir. I was there. I watched the entire exchange,” the man said, reaching into his robes and pulling out a shimmering recording orb.

”Here. This is a visual log of what transpired. Unfortunately, I couldnʼt record the audio; that monsterʼs perception was too sharp. If I had tried to capture the sound, he would have found me instantly.”

”Show it now!” the elder urged, leaning forward with predatory interest. ”I possess a treasure that can read lips and translate the movements into audible sound. Play the recording, and I will reveal exactly what they were plotting.”