I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1862: Did You Kidnap the Hescos Leader’s Only Son?!!

Olana realised then why no sane race in the universe would ever dare to set their sights on this region.

The outer zone was notorious for being a death trap, a place of unpredictable outbreaks and terrifying invasions from the "Outer Battlefield." It was a graveyard of empires.

Yet, looking at the data, it became clear that Hye hadn’t just survived the outer universe; he had conquered it. He had turned the very dangers of the zone into his primary resource.

She finally understood where his mysterious, superior battleships came from—the ones that had puzzled the scholars and warlords of the inner rim for years.

He had salvaged them from the wreckage of the outer wars, or perhaps even worse, he had captured them from the very horrors that terrified everyone else.

"You... You are actually good," she admitted, her voice finally steadying as she looked at him with genuine respect. "You’ve done the impossible. You planted a base in the one area no one would ever think to look, and you’ve made it so formidable that no one would dare to threaten it even if they did find it."

Hye let out a boisterous laugh that echoed across the observation balcony, the sound carrying over the humming machinery of his capital. "I was just lucky, hahaha!"

He wasn’t bluffing, and he wasn’t being humble. In the private theatre of his mind, Hye recalled the series of improbable events that had led to this moment.

If it hadn’t been for a stroke of sheer, blind luck—finding a desperate soul willing to sell their holdings in this volatile sector for a fraction of their worth—he wouldn’t have even dreamed of planting a flag here.

He had inherited more than just a coordinate; he had gained a legacy of ancient defensive formations and a network of artificial planets that served as the skeleton of his current power. Luck had laid the foundation, but his ambition had built the fortress.

He turned his back on the sprawling vista, his cloak snapping in the wind as he began to walk away.

"Now, you have your tasks, Olana. Go and rest, and begin planning the maps I need. I have a long, arduous meeting with the leaders of my kingdom to arrange the final pieces of this month’s gambit. Stay behind, keep your head down, and make sure you don’t cause any trouble."

"I would not dare!" Olana replied instantly, her voice lacking its usual edge of defiance.

She wasn’t just being compliant because of the restrictive soul-binding contract she had signed—though that was certainly a factor. It was the weight of the revelation she had just witnessed. Seeing the true scale of his hidden strength, the sheer impossibility of this outer-zone bastion, made her suck in a cold, sharp breath of air.

She finally realised that Hye wasn’t just a lucky scavenger playing on the galactic stage; he was a man walking the bloody path of true hegemony.

He possessed the raw materials to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the ancient races that had ruled the universe for aeons. He lacked only three things: more time, final preparations, and a solid enough support structure.

If he secured those, the universe would eventually fall into his lap like overripe fruit. Building an empire was a dream that fueled the delusions of a billion leaders, but only a handful of races had ever achieved it. And here, standing before her, was a single human who possessed the terrifying capability to pull off such a feat.

As she watched him depart, she couldn’t decide if her luck was wretched for falling under his thumb or miraculous for attaching her destiny to such a monumental figure.

She knew one thing for certain: Hye had only two possible ends. He would either become a legendary figure who uplifted the human race to the highest echelons of universal power, or he would become a spectacular crater in history, losing his life and everything he built in the process.

Hye, unaware of Olana’s existential crisis, boarded a sleek atmospheric transport. He pushed the engines to their limit, racing toward a secluded palace on the other side of the planet. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

There, his inner circle—his oldest friends and most trusted advisors—had been locked in a marathon session for hours, debating their next moves.

The moment he had sent them the massive influx of goods and the detailed instructions regarding his deal with the Hescos, they had grasped the gravity of the situation.

They knew the scales had tipped. They had been talking, planning, and arguing over logistics for a full day, yet they had no idea that Hye was about to drop an even heavier burden onto their already overflowing schedules.

The heavy doors of the war room hissed open, and Hye stepped into the chamber. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and the static hum of holographic projectors showing troop distributions and resource charts.

"I see you’ve started planning things without me," Hye said, a wide, genuine smile spreading across his face. He felt a swell of pride.

Long ago, when he had first met this group, their vision had been narrow, focused entirely on the desperate, day-to-day struggle of surviving the apocalypse on a single world. But now, they had grown alongside him.

They were no longer just survivors; they were statesmen and generals capable of shouldering the affairs of a burgeoning kingdom without needing him to micromanage every decision.

He relished this development. He knew that if his kingdom was to transition into a true empire, he needed his people to keep evolving, to become the pillars that would support his throne.

"You gave us a hell of a fright with all these goods, kid," Old Gan was the first to speak. The veteran warrior cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair with a creak of leather. His eyes, though tired, sharp as ever, fixed on Hye.

"Tell me the truth—did you kidnap the Hescos leader’s only son? Or did you find their secret vault and pick the lock when they weren’t looking? What’s the catch?!"