I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1846: Hye’s Absurd Claim!

"That record belonged to a Hescos legendary figure, one who was responsible for our big expansion back in the day, leading to our race reigning supreme over our universe! Twenty-three wins before he was finally overwhelmed."

"That... That was a long time ago!" Hye was speechless. A legendary figure, at the height of a race’s golden age, could only manage twenty-three? The sigh that escaped Moth told Hye the man wasn’t lying.

"As for the longest stream of victories for a single race—not just a general, but an entire species—it belonged to the Hectors," Moth continued.

"With two hundred and twelve battles! It was also an old record, established when that race first rose to power, when they were hungry to prove themselves and curious about everything related to our universe."

Hye went into deep silence for several long minutes. He tried to visualise the sheer attrition required to break a two-hundred-win streak in a universe where you couldn’t even repair your own ships or trade for ammo.

"Then how about the total winning battle record?" Hye asked finally. "Is there such a thing?"

"No, but there is the most important achievement ever," Moth paused, sighing again. "To win wars, you need to crush your enemies in more battles than your losses. Of course, that’s a general crude stat, as many wars can be won by smart tactics regardless of how many losing battles you have, still..."

"I get what you want to say," Hye interrupted. "Then how about this stat? Who comes on top?" He knew this was a deeply rooted stat that started with the beginning of the entire war. He was far more curious to know who was the most effective race over the course of time.

"Don’t have high hopes for this," Moth said, slowly shaking his head. "So far, only ten races had positive battle records, and it’s embarrassingly by little figures." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Like..." Hye waited. It felt like Moth was really embarrassed by the stat he was about to reveal.

"It’s in two digits," Moth finally said. "Our race comes on top, and we have one hundred and fifty-two battle positive record..."

"Only this?!!" Hye was shocked. "This can’t be true!! In a war that has lasted for ages, involving millions of clashes, the ’supreme’ race is only up by a hundred and fifty-two wins?!"

"I told you," Moth sighed, the weight of aeons of tactical failure pressing down on his shoulders.

"It’s way worse than what you initially thought. The attrition is absolute. That’s why finding someone like you—an outlier, a variable we didn’t account for—is crucial. We can’t win the war like this; we can’t keep fighting a losing battle of percentages."

"Ok," Hye paused, his mind already whirring with the cold logic of a gambler who knew the deck was stacked but also knew how to count the cards. "Then it means if I managed to break that old record of your ancestor, I’ll be highly rewarded by you?"

"What?!!!"

The sound that escaped Moth was somewhere between a gasp and a choke. If Hye could see Moth’s face behind the Hescos’ physiological defences right now, he would have laughed for an hour. The shock was palpable. To the Hescos, their ancestor’s record wasn’t just a number; it was a religious benchmark of racial supremacy.

"You can’t be serious!" Moth finally managed to stammer.

"I am," Hye simply shrugged, his nonchalance acting as a sharp contrast to Moth’s agitation.

"So, how about we settle on this? Tell your friends—those higher-ups you’re whispering to—that the milestone I’m aiming for is to break your ancestor’s record. When I do it, then you are obliged to trade anything with me. No restrictions, no ’tier-locking’ our relationship. Even your top-secret stuff. Got it?"

"..."

Moth went into a profound silence. Hye knew this wasn’t just a moment of reflection; the Hescos’ official was acting as a bridge for a high-level telepathic conference. Moth didn’t take Hye for a madman.

Despite the absurdity of the claim, the Hescos had seen enough of Hye’s "miracles" to believe he actually had a shot. The negotiation was no longer about simple trade; it was about the possibility of a new legend.

"And as we are on it," Hye continued, sensing he had the upper hand, "I’ll need a little help regarding some deals before setting out there. I need to be properly equipped."

He paused, mentally reviewing the requirements he had calculated before this meeting. "And don’t worry, they are all common goods in the lists you provided me so far. Nothing that should trigger your security protocols."

"This... We can do for sure," Moth replied. In the context of a man promising to shatter the greatest Hescos record in history, a request for common goods was trivial, almost beneath notice. "What do you have in mind?"

"Let me go through the lists again," Hye said, refusing to be rushed. Moth had provided a catalogue of goods far more extensive than anything Hye had imagined in his wildest dreams. "I’ll prepare a list of what I want, and I’m willing and ready to trade in any amount using my bones."

"About that," Moth said, turning his attention to the follower who had taken the bone samples earlier. "Let me see if we have a final call about how much your bones are worth in our currency."

"Take your time," Hye replied, leaning back. "I’m in no hurry. I’ll prepare the list and I hope we can finalise the deals with contracts, and perhaps have a few batches delivered while we are still here."

"I’ll see what I can do," Moth said. He had already brought a significant portion of the listed goods with him, hoping to close the deal during this very meeting. It wasn’t a logistical issue for him, yet his mind remained fixated on Hye’s stated goal.

No one ever set foot in the outer universe without dreaming of seeing their name on the Big Monolith Board—the cosmic leaderboard that tracked the performance of every race. But this was the first time Moth actually allowed himself to believe that a new name might climb into the top ranks.