I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1951: That Human Is Truly Peculiar!

”Spread my orders immediately: unlock the spatial locks over the capital. Signal our nearby fleets to gather at their maximum speed. We must prepare for the aftermath of the upcoming massacre; we still have many places to visit and many more rotten roots to uproot!”

Hye stepped out onto the grand terrace to find himself overlooking a sprawling metropolis of high-tech spires and grand architectural feats, all contained within a massive, shimmering dome-shaped defensive shield.

As he was escorted toward the outside, he heard a lot of news about the situation, detailing the latest developments and the composition of the incoming hostile force.

”At last, welcome back to the old days of the apocalypse!”

As the full picture of the civil war formed in his mind, Hye didnʼt feel dread. Instead, he began to summon his grand fleet from his inventory. One by one, massive vessels materialised in the sky, casting long, dark shadows over the Elder Council area. He filled them instantly with his legion of warriors.

Hye boarded a massive flagship from the other universe. He positioned these anomalous ships strategically: some to act as a protective vanguard for his main fleet, and others to form a secondary defensive perimeter around the Eldersʼ Council building to intercept any stray attacks.

The mere thought of fighting both the Toranks and the traitorous Hescos elements—facing enemies who were undeniably stronger and significantly higher in system levels—made his blood boil with a fierce excitement. It had been a long time since he had been pushed to the brink in a battle of this magnitude.

Against these elite enemies, his technique would be at its most potent. Every high-level warrior he struck down would become a high-value asset added to his permanent army. That single thought made him wish the enemy hadnʼt just brought hundreds of thousands; he found himself wishing they had brought tens of millions.

However, the intelligence reports spoke of an army of several hundred thousand at most. Unlike the Hescosʼ leadership, who were visibly terrified by the incoming tidal wave of Toranks, Hye felt a pang of genuine disappointment.

”Yet, this is just the start,” he consoled himself, ”Playing on the grand stage with the big boys is always worthy of the effort.”

Once his forces were fully deployed in a complex, interlocking formation, he waited. During the tense silence of the countdown, he remained in constant contact with Moth, tracking the countdown to the spatial unlocking.

[In ten minutes!] Moth replied with a tone of forced confidence. [The space lock will be fully deactivated in ten minutes. The enemies are projected to arrive via localised warp in half an hour. Just a warning, Hye: once the space is unlocked, the Toranks can open their own portals to bring in reinforcements. Are you sure you donʼt need our help?]

Moth knew such a basic tactical detail wouldnʼt have escaped Hyeʼs notice, but the sheer scale of the risk forced him to seek confirmation.

[Iʼm depending on it, actually!] The response left Moth more puzzled than before. [Anyway,] Hye continued, [use this chance to bring forth as many of your loyal forces as you can around this spot. Just make sure none of them enters the designated battle zone directly, or else...]

[I know, I know! You arenʼt responsible for their fate. Iʼve got it!] Moth sighed. Every time they spoke since the deployment, Hye repeated the same chilling warning. He wanted to fight freely, unburdened by the political necessity of allies. He wanted a clear line of fire where anything that moved was a target.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Moth signalled a confirmation through the messages: [The spatial lock over the capital was officially down.] The sky above the dome flickered as the restrictive fields dissipated.

Yet, unlike what the Grand Elder and the rest of the council expected, Hye didnʼt make a single move to exploit the opening. He didnʼt launch a preemptive jump; he didnʼt even adjust his fleetʼs position.

”Thatʼs weird,” the Grand Elder muttered, watching the motionless icons of Hyeʼs ships on the central display. ”First, he demands we stay out of his way, then he asks for the space to be unlocked, and now that it is... He does nothing. He is a truly eccentric fellow!”

”He must have his reasons,” Moth replied, though he too felt the gnawing tension of the inaction. If not for the repeated, fierce warnings from Hye, Moth would have already succumbed to the frantic requests from other loyalist elders to launch their own squadrons into the fray.

Standing behind and watching an outsider take charge and defend the fate of their empire was a bitter pill for the Hescos to swallow. The air in the council chamber was thick with wounded pride and muffled dissent.

If the Grand Elder had not personally vouched for Hye and supported him with such terrifying clarity, the situation would have undoubtedly devolved into the path Hye didnʼt want to see.

”We need to use this time to annihilate those bastards,” the Grand Elder said, finally turning his back to the holographic screen that displayed the stillness of the outside world. His voice was like a grinding stone. ”Letʼs arrange a war meeting now! We need to act and hit hard while they still believe they have the element of surprise!”

The Grand Elder did not plan to join the immediate skirmish outside the windows; he had placed his trust fully in Hyeʼs capabilities. From the performance he had watched over the past days, he knew the human possessed the depth to defend the capital—especially with the near-invulnerable other universe ships acting as a shield.

However, defending the capital was only the beginning. It wouldnʼt stop the rot, and it wouldnʼt save the empire from the cancer within.

Even if, by some miracle, Hye managed to crush the incoming forces, there were still hundreds of thousands of traitors and collaborators embedded throughout the Hescosʼ homeland. They needed to be extracted and executed with decisiveness before they could mount another coup or facilitate another incursion.