I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1861: Security Rating: Absolute!

Hye looked at her with a predatory hunger, his eyes scanning her as if she were the most delicious, essential meal in the entire world.

"What?!!" Olana stammered, instinctively retreating several steps until her back hit the cold metal of the command console.

Hye stepped closer, his shadow looming over her, his expression twisted into a look of "evil" glee that bordered on the manic. He didn’t notice her discomfort; he was too consumed by the logistical requirements of his masterpiece.

"Tell me you have a detailed map of these hot zones," Hye demanded, his voice trembling with greed and raw adrenaline. "Tell me you know exactly which hot zones will be available for harvest. And better yet, tell me you can map the precise routes to reach them before the others!"

Olana took a deep, shaky breath, her chest heaving with an inner sigh of relief as she realised he wasn’t planning to dispose of her—he simply needed her expertise. The "delicious meal" he saw was the data locked inside her head.

"Don’t worry, I can handle all this for you," she said, trying to regain her composure and smooth out her uniform. "If you give me a few hours, I can prepare detailed maps for every zone that will be available within the next month. I can plot the coordinates and the safest approach vectors. But..."

Hye watched the flicker of hesitation in Olana’s eyes, but he didn’t let her finish the thought. He already knew the logistical bottleneck she was thinking of.

"I know," he interrupted, his voice cutting through the hum of the command deck. "You need to leave this isolated pocket first. You need access to the broader system network, and you need to contact your informants and satellites. Being confined here, under the current shroud, means your hands are tied. We can’t have that. Not if we’re going to pull this off."

He turned away, his mind already three steps ahead, calculating the troop movements and the massive intake of resources required for the coming month.

"Let’s go. I need to convene a meeting with my inner circle and arrange the board for what’s coming. This month is going to be the most gruelling one of our lives."

Hye was acutely aware of the weight resting on his shoulders. He had originally planned to handle many of the preliminary preparations himself—overseeing the ship refits, checking the supply chains, and double-checking the portal calibration.

But the emergence of the hatching worlds had shifted his entire paradigm. His priorities had been forced into a singular, sharp focus: he needed to amass a mountain of bones.

He needed to nourish his crystal trees until their branches groaned under the weight of the harvest, and he had to extract every single U.stat crystal possible.

This was the foundation of his power, the fuel for his ascension, and it was a task that demanded his personal supervision. Everything else would have to be delegated to his friends and commanders.

"Let’s go," he said again, simpler this time. With a casual wave of his hand, he tore a rift in the fabric of space. A shimmering portal manifested, swirling with the dark, violet energy characteristic of his personal transit tech.

He stepped through, with Olana following closely behind, her heart in her throat. The transition was instantaneous.

One moment, they were in the sterile, high-tension environment of a forward post; the next, they were standing on the observation balcony of the capital spire on his primary planet—the beating heart of his entire territory. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The moment they emerged, Olana froze. She didn’t just look; she inhaled the atmosphere of the place, her eyes darting across the horizon. As a high-level operative, she possessed a mental map of the stars that most couldn’t dream of. Within mere minutes, the realisation hit her like a physical blow.

"You... You built a territory in the outer zone of the universe?!!" Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with disbelief.

She didn’t need to ask for confirmation; her internal HUD, synced with the universal system, was already pinging her with location data that should have been impossible.

They were deep in the "Grey Marches," the lawless, volatile fringe where the fabric of reality was known to wear thin.

"Impressive, isn’t it?" Hye let out a short, sharp chuckle, leaning his elbows on the railing as he looked out over the sprawling industrial gothic architecture of his city.

"No one would ever think I’m crazy enough to build a permanent base of operations out here, right? While the grand races are squabbling over the ’safe’ sectors in the inner rim, I’ve been out here, claiming the wild."

"That’s... True..." Olana said, her voice trailing off. She began to size Hye up and down, her gaze lingering on him with a mixture of renewed terror and a burgeoning sense of awe.

She wasn’t just relying on her eyes anymore. She reached into her pocket and gripped a specialised, ancient relic—a "Universal Auditor."

It was a rare item capable of scanning and investigating the deep metadata of any cosmic coordinate, provided the user was physically present.

She activated it, and the data stream that flooded her mind was nothing short of staggering.

The territory wasn’t just large; it was a fortress of impossible proportions. According to the Auditor’s cold, analytical judgment, there was no known enemy in this universe—or the outer planes beyond—that could feasibly threaten the sovereignty of this world. It was an apex stronghold.

Doubtful of such an extreme reading, she refreshed the scan. She recalibrated the sensors, thinking there might be interference from the local nebula. But the result returned identically: Security Rating: Absolute.

Driven by a desperate curiosity, she queried the Auditor for the reasoning behind such a conclusion. The device responded with a condensed summary that played out like a fever dream of military history.

It displayed logs of massive, apocalyptic wars that the territory had already weathered. It showed schematics of defensive formations that defied conventional physics—interlocking energy shields, gravity wells, and planetary-grade artillery that could crack a moon.

Most importantly, it highlighted the sheer scale of the standing forces: thousands of high-end battleships and a literal sea of Soulers and Reapers standing at the ready.