I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1875: Hye’s True Might!

"You were busy while I was sleeping," she noted, her eyes widening as she examined the new tactical layout.

The sector map was now crawling with icons. Dozens of ships from the outer universe had appeared across the sector.

They weren’t just clustered in the three main points they had visited previously; they were scattered across a much larger area, positioned with a precision that suggested they had been moving for hours.

"I set them on their courses before we went inside," Hye said with a wink.

Olana felt her face flush a faint red. She cleared her throat quickly, turning her attention back to the screen to hide her reaction. "You must have had help. The way these ships reached such distant spots... it explains how you managed to cover so much ground while we were occupied."

"I used the help of the best," Hye said, his gaze shifting toward Lucas. He watched with a sense of grim satisfaction as Lucas handpicked the most elite Soulers and Reapers to spearhead the coming campaign.

These weren’t just soldiers; they were the harbingers of his will. "I’m waiting for them to establish the link. The portals should be opening any moment now."

"Portals? Are you actually going to open portals right here?" Olana asked, her voice tinged with a mix of shock and scepticism.

She was well aware of his overarching portal plan, but she had assumed he intended to utilise them as tactical trump cards in the heat of battle—not as static entrance points before the first shot was even fired.

She understood the mechanics of war well enough to know that a portal was a double-edged weapon.

If a gateway wasn’t fortified by an overwhelming force, it became a vulnerability. Any rival faction could seize the coordinates, overtake the position, and use the bridge to deliver a fatal backstab to the original caster.

To Olana, Hye’s decision felt borderline suicidal. To deploy portals now, when every predatory force in the sector was poised to pounce on the slightest sign of weakness, seemed like an invitation to disaster.

Furthermore, she saw no evidence that he intended to leave behind the massive garrisons required to defend such vital chokepoints. What she didn’t realise, however, was the mechanical necessity behind Hye’s movements.

He needed to physically visit each of these strategic locations to anchor their coordinates within the power of his staff.

The portals weren’t just for troop transport; they were his personal transit system, allowing him to leap across the sector and multiply his options before the countdown hit zero.

Hye had been cautious in his initial deployment. He hadn’t brought out the main body of his outer universe fleet yet. Instead, he had sent out fewer than five hundred vessels, scattering them like seeds across twenty distinct coordinates.

These were small, agile ships designed for speed and stealth—scouts that could slip through enemy sensor nets without raising an alarm.

His true objective was far more ambitious. He needed to visit each of these twenty points personally.

At every stop, he would de-materialise the "real" terror—the massive, city-sized warships and the intimidating legions of warriors that made up his true strength.

He had to complete this grand deployment before the planetary protection fell and the sector turned into a slaughterhouse.

As for Olana’s worries, Hye dismissed them as groundless. In fact, he saw a tactical advantage in leaving the portals exposed.

The entry points were located at the extreme fringes of the grand sector; even if an enemy managed to hijack one, it wouldn’t disrupt his primary objectives in the slightest. And that was assuming anyone could survive the lethal traps he had laced into the portal architecture.

"And here is the first one," Hye muttered, his eyes shining with a predatory light as a tear in space-time began to shimmer not far from the bow of his ship.

"Weird... why did you have them open it so far away from our current position?" Olana asked, her brow furrowed as she tracked the spatial distortion on her monitors.

"It’s not that far off in the grand scheme of things, is it?" Hye stood up, stretching his limbs as he prepared for the task ahead. "Take control of the ship for me, Olana. I have quite a few places to visit before the protection ends, and the clock is ticking."

Olana remained silent for a moment, the weight of his trust settling on her shoulders. She knew he was going to lay down his forces, but a part of her was intensely curious to see the true scale of his outer universe fleet.

She had heard the rumours, of course. She had scrutinised the grainy reports and the frantic sensor recordings from previous skirmishes, but she had never witnessed the full might of his armada with her own eyes.

The whispers in the shadow markets spoke of an impossible number of ships—tens of thousands of them, organised into three colossal, world-ending fleets.

When she had first heard those tales, she assumed they were the product of intentional exaggeration. The human race had never possessed that kind of projection power before; they were supposed to be a nameless, weak race on the galactic fringe.

Yet, the more she dealt with Hye, the more a nagging realisation took hold of her. The reports hadn’t been exaggerated at all. If anything, they had failed to give Hye the credit he truly deserved.

She sat down in the command chair, her eyes fixed on the primary projection screen. She waited with bated breath to see the spectacular scene Hye was about to unveil. She was right about the reports being inaccurate, but she hadn’t realised how deep the deception went.

When Hye had clashed with the Golden Cross, he hadn’t even scratched the surface of his reserves. Since then, he had salvaged and integrated even more vessels following the skirmish at his borders.

Now, he had enough firepower to split his forces into twenty independent, fully-functional small fleets. As the first portal stabilised, the true scale of the "human anomaly" was about to be burned into the memory of the sector.