I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1869: Going to a Hot Zone!

Olana explained that in the broader context of universal manufacturing, these basic atmospheric combat suits were considered little more than industrial trash. They were low-value, high-volume products manufactured by the trillions in automated forge-worlds.

Hye realised then that he had completely misunderstood Moth’s intentions. The Hescos representative hadn’t been stingy; he had likely given Hye the blueprint for mass production because he thought it was more efficient than wasting cargo space on such cheap, ubiquitous items.

To a grand race, selling individual suits was like a king selling individual grains of sand.

"I can bring you as many as you want," Olana said, her voice flat with certainty. "Billions, hundreds of billions, even trillions if you have the storage for them. Because of my family’s ties to the industrial sectors, I can have them delivered in less than a day if that is what you require."

Hye didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stop to calculate the storage volume or the incremental cost. He simply reached for the highest number that felt reasonably impactful. "Get me a trillion, then."

"Ok..." Olana replied, her eyes wide. She didn’t ask why he needed a number that could clothe the population of an entire star system.

She had a hunch, of course; she had seen the footage of his forces leaping between ships like a plague of locusts. She knew the suits were the medium for that mobility.

Yet, the scale remained nonsensical to her. Even for someone as powerful as Hye, the idea that he possessed a trillion Soulers and Reapers was an absurdity that defied the known laws of necromancy and soul-binding.

Like everyone else in the universe, she remained completely oblivious to the unique mechanics of Hye’s power—how he managed to maintain a link to such an insane number of entities without his own soul being torn asunder or his physical body collapsing under the weight of the collective consciousness.

"Now, let’s check the maps," she said, moving to a central pedestal as she finished dispatching the urgent orders to her family’s brokers.

She activated a crystalline orb, which projected a high-resolution holographic map of a specific sector into the centre of the room.

"This is the sector that will be the next primary hot zone. According to the system’s tectonic shifts, the hatching event will begin exactly two days from now."

Hye stepped closer to the shimmering blue light of the projection. He reached out, his fingers deftly zooming the map out to show the broader context of the surrounding space.

He traced the travel path she had selected previously, his mind calculating the fuel and time requirements.

"I noticed it requires roughly a day and a half to arrive there at standard warp. We aren’t in an immediate hurry, but we don’t have time to waste either."

"I disagree slightly," Olana said, zooming the map back in and highlighting several specific coordinates near the edge of the target zone. "Since this is your first time personally raiding a designated hot zone of this magnitude, I believe it is better to arrive early. We need to scout the local topology and identify the likely points of entry."

She pointed to several flickering red dots on the perimeter. "The sector itself is currently under a system-enforced protection lock. It won’t allow any force to physically enter the atmosphere or the inner orbit before the timer expires.

However, that doesn’t mean the area is empty. Many forces are already gathering across the border.

They’re establishing relay points, pre-calculating jump vectors, and even setting up temporary portals to bring in reinforcements the second the shield drops."

Olana leaned into the holographic display, her finger tracing glowing lines of commerce and war. She spoke for nearly an hour, delivering a masterclass in sectoral intelligence.

She detailed the specific gravitational anomalies of the zone, the verified fleet signatures of the rival races currently lurking in the nebula, and, most crucially, the location of the established portal hubs that acted as the gateways to this theatre.

Hye listened in absolute silence, his mind like a sponge, soaking up every logistical detail until he had a perfect mental model of the battlefield.

"So," Hye said, finally breaking his silence as he zoomed out the map to encompass the entire transit corridor. He pointed at three distinct, glowing nodes positioned at the edge of the sector’s boundary.

"There are three primary portal hubs we could emerge from if we took different approach vectors. One here, one here, and one here. Correct?"

Olana looked at the points he indicated and gave a noncommittal shrug, completely missing the tactical significance of his inquiry. "Well, yes. But I don’t see any particular advantage in taking one route over the others. The transit time is mathematically identical. The distance from each hub to the centre of the hot zone is the same. It’s a moot point, really. Don’t bother overthinking the navigation."

"You are wrong," Hye said, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, predatory light. He didn’t bother explaining himself further.

He didn’t tell her about the unique properties of his staff or his ability to mark and recall coordinates with impossible precision. "Let’s go. We have three places to visit before that protection period expires." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Olana stared at him, bewildered. She had no idea that Hye intended to visit each of those three locations personally, not to choose one, but to anchor them all.

By saving the coordinates of each hub into his system, he could use his Intergalactical Portals to strike from three different directions simultaneously.

He was essentially planning to triple his entry points, allowing his Soulers and Reapers to flood the sector from every available gate at the exact moment the shield dropped.

According to the intel Olana had provided, this specific hot zone was a prize of immense proportions: one hundred different planets were scheduled to unlock their protective barriers at once.

One hundred different battlefields... It was an opportunity for resource acquisition that Hye would never let slip through his fingers.