I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1852: The Meeting Is Over!

"Is he a ghost?" some council members whispered. Others argued that his behaviour was a trauma response—a desperate attempt to hoard resources after his catastrophic dealings with the Toranks.

They believed he was buying things he couldn't use simply because he feared the opportunity would never arise again.

Moth, however, didn't buy that theory. Standing in the presence of the human, he felt a different energy. It wasn't the frantic greed of a hoarder; it was the calculated, cold urgency of an architect who already had the land cleared and was simply waiting for the bricks to arrive.

He felt that Hye did indeed have a vast territory to fill—perhaps one hidden by means they couldn't fathom—and that he was in a desperate race against time to populate and fortify it from the ground up.

Regardless of the "why," Moth knew he had exceeded every directive given to him by his superiors. He hadn't just lured Hye into an alliance; he had bound their fates together through a transaction so massive it created a permanent economic tether between their races.

He had secured a legendary warrior to fight under the Hescos banner in the Outer Battlefield in just thirty days. In Moth's eyes, the "useless" goods they had offloaded were merely a profitable bonus—a way to turn trash into the most valuable currency in existence.

Hye, on the other hand, was experiencing a euphoria that bordered on the divine. He felt as though he were soaring through the seventh heaven. The results of this meeting had surpassed his wildest, most optimistic dreams.

In one day, he had solved nearly every imminent bottleneck facing his territory and neutralised a thousand future problems regarding growth and expansion.

He leaned back in his chair, a sense of profound calm settling over him. He felt as though the shackles had been cut. There was nothing left to stop his ascent now—nothing except the passage of time.

The artificial planets were the crown jewels of the deal. With tens of thousands of them, he could transform his barren, scorched territory into a sprawling, lush paradise of industry and life.

He could create specialised worlds for research, agriculture, and high-density living, bypassing the centuries it would normally take to terraform a solar system.

Then there were the warrior tokens. Hundreds of billions of soldiers, ready to be summoned and integrated into his command structure.

This wasn't just an army; it was a demographic shift. He could now project power on a scale that would make the "City Lords" of his past look like children playing with sticks in the mud.

He looked out toward the horizon of his future. The foundations were laid. The materials were in transit. The age of the human empire hadn't just begun—it had just been funded by the very people who thought they were taking advantage of him.

The deal was more than just a transaction; it was a total upgrade to the human civilisation's structural integrity. The technological secrets Hye had secured weren't just data points; they were the catalysts that would ignite the Research Department.

Breakthroughs that would have normally taken decades of trial and error were now within reach, ready to be implemented in a matter of weeks.

On top of the raw materials, the influx of U-stat crystals and golden coins provided him with something just as valuable: liquidity.

He now possessed a reserve of "universal" currency that allowed him to bargain with any third-party merchant or mercenary group without being tied to a single race's economy.

As for the fleets of ships, the caches of advanced weaponry, and the sophisticated blueprints for city layouts, they were the "extra bonus" that turned a great deal into a legendary one. Hye was essentially walking away with the skeletal structure of a tier-one empire.

Both sides were radiating a rare sense of total satisfaction. In the cutthroat politics of the universe, it was almost unheard of for two parties to leave a table feeling like they had both stolen from the other.

"Now, I find myself genuinely curious," Moth said, breaking the brief, satisfied silence. He leaned back, watching Hye with a newfound respect that bordered on awe. "How exactly do you plan to depart from this resort? We are under heavy surveillance, after all."

"The same way I arrived," Hye replied calmly. He slowly stood up, stretching his limbs after the long hours of negotiation. He gestured toward the remains of the feast—dozens of exotic, untouched dishes still radiating warmth. "Can I take these with me?"

"Hahaha! You loved them, didn't you? Don't you dare lie to me, Hye—you liked the Hescos' cuisine!" Moth burst into a fit of sudden, boisterous laughter.

It was the laugh of a man who had secured a personal victory, as if proving that even a mysterious, cold-hearted monarch had a weakness for a well-cooked meal. "I knew it! I knew you couldn't resist!"

"I'll take that as a yes then," Hye muttered, feeling a bit puzzled by the intensity of Moth's mirth. He didn't waste time; with a flick of his wrist, he stored the dishes into his spatial inventory for his friends to try later.

"I won't forget my end of the bargain. I'll make you my local speciality—the burger. One day, I'll invite you to my capital, and you can see what real human food tastes like."

"It's a promise, then," Moth said, standing up to meet him. He briefly resisted a strange, impulsive urge to hug the human—an act that would have been a massive breach of Hescos formal etiquette—and settled for a firm, crushing handshake.

"We'll keep in constant contact to arrange the logistics for the expedition. Within the week, I'll transmit a high-fidelity map with the specific portal coordinates and pathing you'll need to reach the gathering point on time."

"I'll be looking for it," Hye nodded. With a simple wave of his hand, the reality in front of him tore open. A swirling, dark vortex leading back to the Second Earth manifested in the middle of the luxury suite. "Let's keep in touch. I'll see you at the edge of the world."