I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1918: Serious Discussion About the Weapon!

Legend scratched the back of his head, his nervousness growing. He had spent the morning reviewing the old recordings Hye had mentioned—grainy, terrifying footage from the earliest days of the apocalypse. Seeing the God Tear in action had been a humbling experience.

Legend had always considered himself a veteran of the hardest battles, a warrior who had climbed the mountain of corpses to stand where he was. But looking at that footage, he realized he had been taking the easy route all along.

Compared to a monster like Hye, who had been wrestling with this level of threats since the beginning, Legend felt like a cute little cub.

That realization was exactly why he was so desperate to go to the outer battlefield. To an outsider, the situation in the local universe looked dire, but the Outer Battlefield was a lawless void where the restraints of galactic law didnʼt exist.

If the Toranks were bold enough to deploy the weapon here, in the heart of the universe where other Great Races might take offense, it was terrifying to imagine what they were prepared to unleash in the lawless reaches of the outer zones.

Legend wanted to be there. He wanted to challenge the harshest battlegrounds at Hyeʼs side, to rediscover the desperate, bone-deep growth that only would come when death was a certainty.

”The truth is... No one in this room, perhaps no one in my department, has ever fought a god before,” Old Gan sighed, rubbing his weary eyes. He didnʼt know how Hye had even made the connection to the power of Gods in the first place, but he trusted his leaderʼs instinct.

”Without prior experience, a point of reference, or a sample of that weapon to dissect, it is almost impossible to build a countermeasure, least of all to understand how it works.”

Old Gan was right in all of what he said. But Hye had no way to bring back a piece of that weapon. Just the thought of trying to secure a sample from that weapon gave him a splitting headache.

”Keep working on the theoretical models,” Hye commanded. ”Are there any similar weapons mentioned in the history of the universe? Rumors of ancient civilizations developing scary weapons like that?”

”Honestly? No,” Old Gan said, his voice flat. He realized Hye still hadnʼt grasped the fundamental problem. ”See, the very basis of weapons in our universe is built on a specific set of laws.

This weapon... It doesnʼt just break those laws. It operates on an entirely different set of them. Our knowledge, our experience, our very science cannot be applied to this. Itʼs like trying to use a map of the ocean to navigate the stars.”

”That means...” Lily said, her voice small as she voiced the conclusion Old Gan was dancing around, ”we wonʼt be able to find a weakness as we wonʼt be able to study it because we donʼt even have the means to understand it.”

”Exactly,” the old man added, his face grim. ”And without a weakness to exploit, we wonʼt have any clue how to counter it.”

The atmosphere in the grand hall shifted, the previous air of pride evaporating like mist under a harsh sun. A heavy, suffocating depression settled over the council the moment the conversation pivoted back to the Toranks weapon.

Hye had anticipated some level of difficulty; he had already noted the distinct lack of data regarding Gods in the universe. However, he hadnʼt guessed the situation was this dire.

”In other words,” Hye began, his voice cutting through the gloom. He didnʼt like this defeatist energy; he needed to offer them a thread of hope to cling to, no matter how frayed.

”Until we can secure a sample of that weapon, our primary goal is simple: we evade it at all costs. We do not engage any fleet equipped with those hexagonal arrays, best to evade any Toranks fleet, until we have the means to defend against them.”

”The real question isnʼt about evasion,” Isac said, her expression hardening as she turned a piercing look toward Hye. ”Do we even have the means to take a sample? We watched the recordings. The weapon sheds a layer of light that dissolves anything it touches. It doesnʼt leave behind scrap or shrapnel. It erases everything.”

Her logic was sound, and it mirrored the doubt etched on the faces of the others. Yet, Hye held a different perspective.

”Look closer,” he said. He didnʼt rely on words this time. With a flick of his hand, he projected a high-quality recording from the recent battle, captured from the perspective of a Souler small ship.

”When I moved the small ship trap to attack the weapon platforms from the rear, the Toranks panicked. They didnʼt just fire; they diverted two entire fleets to intercept a force that shouldnʼt have been a threat to an invincible God weapon.”

”We all saw that,” Major said, pausing as he squinted at the flickering holograms. He struggled to find the hidden meaning. ”Do you mean we have to strike before the weapon is fully charged? If thatʼs the case, itʼs a gamble. We have no way of knowing the weaponʼs status until itʼs already too late.”

”The firing window we inspected isnʼt actually that long,” Old Gan chimed in, his scientific curiosity finally outweighing his dread. ”From the moment of visible activation to the discharge, itʼs less than ten minutes. But we have absolutely no data on how long it needs to charge before that activation sequence begins!”

”Perhaps they need to deploy the entire hexagonal net before the charging process can even start,” Sara mused, tapping her chin.

But Olana, who had stood with Hye and possessed more direct experience with the weapon than anyone else in the room, shook her head.

”The weapon wasnʼt fully deployed when it fired,” she countered. ”Hye forced their hand. He attacked before they could relay the remaining pieces into a perfect circle. My guess is that the pieces were already charged with energy. They were ready to fire even before they left the hangar bays.”