I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1853: Olana

Without another word, Hye stepped through the rift. His silent, terrifying entourage of Soulers and Reapers followed close behind, their shadowy forms flickering like dying embers before the portal snapped shut, leaving the room in a sudden, ringing silence.

"That lad… he never ceases to amaze me," Moth whispered. He let his tense expression finally drop, exhaling a breath he felt he'd been holding for twenty hours.

He stared at the spot where the portal had been, fighting a reckless urge to jump through after him. However, his instincts screamed a warning. To follow Hye uninvited into his home territory wouldn't just be a diplomatic insult; it would be a death sentence.

"Time to move," Moth turned to his subordinates, his voice snapping back to its professional, military tone. "Notify the resort management of our immediate departure.

If they have questions regarding their missing lady, play the part of the ignorant diplomat. You saw nothing, you heard nothing, and as far as we are concerned, she was never part of our delegation."

Moth knew the resort owners—powerful, shadowy figures in their own right—would not take the disappearance of Olana lightly.

To lose a high-born lady under their roof was an insult to their sovereignty. But Moth also knew that whatever storm the resort owners could kick up was nothing compared to the hurricane Hye was brewing.

"I can't wait to see what kind of chaos he brings to this stagnant, boring universe," Moth chuckled to himself as he walked toward the exit.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the rift, the transition wasn't nearly as peaceful. The moment Hye stepped onto the soil of the Second Earth, he was greeted by a cacophony of steel on steel and frantic, high-pitched screaming.

"You… Let me go! Stay back!"

Olana was standing in the centre of a killing circle. Hundreds of Hye's elite warriors had her pinned down. They didn't know who she was—only that she was a high-energy signature that had emerged from a portal only their Lord could open. To them, she was an intruder until proven otherwise.

Olana was a formidable combatant, but here, she was a drop of water in an ocean of blades. Every time she tried to burst through the line or find an opening to escape, she was met with a wall of shields and pikes.

The warriors were incredibly disciplined; they didn't aim to kill her, but they systematically dismantled every escape attempt she made, wearing her down through sheer, inexorable numbers.

She looked up as the portal flared again, seeing Hye emerge with his grim retinue. Her eyes widened in a mix of fury and terror.

She was a princess of a merchant empire, but here, in the shadow of Hye's growing military might, she was just another piece of "junk" he had acquired—and he had no intention of letting his new property go.

Hye stepped through the shimmering veil of the portal, and the wall of sound from Olana's rage hit him like a physical blow. The moment her eyes locked onto his face, the dam of her suppressed fury finally broke.

"If you want to live, don't try your luck with me again," Hye said, his voice cutting through her screaming with a cold, terrifying level of detachment.

He stood in the centre of the ring of steel, crossing his arms in a posture of effortless confidence.

With a slight motion of his chin, he signalled his warriors to stand down. Behind him, the portal he had used to traverse the distance from the resort flickered once and vanished into nothingness.

"Take it from me," Hye continued, ignoring her trembling hands and the fire in her eyes. "There is no way out of here, no matter what tricks you have up your sleeve. The only exit is through my portal, and I have no intention of opening it for you—not yet."

"You… you arrogant bastard! Good, good! Just wait!" Olana's voice was high and jagged with hysteria.

"Just wait until my family hears about what you've done. You'll wish you never even looked at me, let alone touched a hair on my head! Where are you going? Come back here! Don't you dare turn your back on me!"

Hye didn't even glance over his shoulder. He had no interest in the empty threats of a merchant princess whose leverage had vanished the moment she crossed the threshold of his world.

He let her bluster and shout her hollow promises of vengeance, treating the noise like the distant chirping of an insect. He turned away and began the long walk toward the looming palace on the horizon.

This was his seat of power, the administrative heart of the Second Earth. It was from these halls that he had overseen the brutal training of his legions and the consolidation of his strength.

Olana was the very last item on his monumental to-do list. He had just concluded a trade deal that would redefine the trajectory of human history, and he needed the silence of his palace to calibrate his next move. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

He didn't stop her when she finally ran out of breath and found no other choice but to follow him. After a few minutes of desperate shouting that went unreturned, she fell into a sullen silence, her boots crunching on the dry earth as she trailed behind his steady, measured steps.

As the silence stretched, Olana finally began to truly see the world she had been brought to. The realisation hit her like a physical weight.

As a merchant of a high-tier race, she was sensitive to the fabric of reality, and she could sense that the space element here was violently unstable. It was a jagged, turbulent sea of energy that would instantly crush any conventional portal attempted by an outsider.

She didn't know how Hye had secured access to such a place, and she certainly didn't guess the truth: that this was a Singular World, an isolated pocket of reality that existed entirely under Hye's absolute control.