I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1877: You Are... Really Shameless!

"Do you know why my warriors have been considered unstoppable in every previous engagement?"

Out of the blue, just as Olana expected to see a flash of worry or desperation on his face, Hye turned to her. He was smiling calmly, his tone as collected as if they were discussing the weather rather than a high-stakes space battle.

"You’re acting as if this isn’t a catastrophe," she said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "Or did you already anticipate this resistance and simply write off the loss of these warriors in your initial plans?"

"Who said there was going to be any loss at all?" Hye asked, his smile twisting into an evil smirk. He motioned toward the screen floating in midair between them. "See for yourself, Olana. Look closer. There isn’t a single fallen warrior on my side. Not one."

Olana felt certain he was bluffing—pure bravado in the face of overwhelming firepower. But when she turned her attention back to the high-resolution feed, her breath caught in her throat.

What he said was undeniably, impossibly true. The Soulers and Reapers were manoeuvring through the heavy bombardment in a way she couldn’t comprehend, and in a way no other force in the galaxy had ever witnessed.

They didn’t just dodge; they seemed to exist in a state where the heavy fire of the enemy simply failed to find purchase.

The rain of destruction that should have vaporised them passed through the void harmlessly. In the end, the enemy’s desperate defence failed to harm a single one of Hye’s warriors. The swarms reached their targets, breached the hulls, and a silent, systematic massacre began.

The ships forming the innermost layer of the blockade went dark one by one. To the observers in the outer rings, it was a haunting sight.

There were no explosions, no spectacular hull breaches—just a growing graveyard of silent, dead ships drifting in the void as if they had been suddenly abandoned by every living soul on board.

"You... you’ve already taken them..." Olana whispered. She watched in disbelief alongside the rest of the sector as the number of "ghost ships" grew exponentially.

The scale of the slaughter was accelerating. Realising their initial defence had failed, the enemy coalition made a second, far more desperate attempt at a counter-attack.

"They are targeting the dead ships!" Olana gasped.

In a fit of panicked logic, the ships in the outer rings turned their primary weapons away from Hye’s fleet and began firing upon their own captured vessels—the very ships Hye’s warriors had just cleared.

The sight of this fratricidal attack left Olana momentarily speechless. "Do they actually think they can eliminate your warriors by destroying the ships they’ve boarded? They’re willing to sacrifice thousands of their own men just to stop the spread?"

"They still think my Soulers and Reapers are like the normal warriors and races of this universe," Hye said, shaking his head. He looked genuinely amused by the enemy’s futility. "But I must give them credit; at least they had the presence of mind to try and counter my tactics. It’s a commendable effort, even if it’s useless."

"You are... truly shameless, you know that?" Olana said. She was silent for a moment before she let out a dark, appreciative laugh. She found herself captivated by the sheer audacity of his play.

"So this is the trap you were speaking of? You realise they haven’t lost their entire force yet. They could still cut their losses and retreat at any moment."

"Do you really think so?" Hye asked suddenly.

He reached out and shifted the focus of the projection to a completely different sector. There, emerging from the shadows of a nearby nebula, a massive new fleet appeared. It was a gargantuan assembly of warships, moving with a predatory grace toward the chaotic battlefield.

"This fleet..." Olana’s eyes froze on the screen. She began frantically reviewing data streams and opening sub-windows to identify the transponders. "This isn’t part of any known force registered in this area! Don’t tell me..."

She raised her head slowly, looking at Hye as if she were staring at a demon in human skin.

Under her watchful eyes, the incoming fleet suddenly scattered with surgical precision, fanning out to encircle the entire cluster of coalition fleets that were currently surrounding Hye’s "bait" ships.

The manoeuvre was executed with such terrifying speed that the enemy had no time to reposition or even register the new threat.

As the coalition commanders scrambled to identify the unknown arrivals—hoping they were reinforcements or another greedy faction wanting to join the fray—the airlocks of the new ships hissed open.

Thousands upon thousands of suited warriors poured out into the void, forming a colossal black curtain of death that swept inward from the outer rings.

The enemy was caught in a perfect pincer. The terrifying realisation finally dawned on them: this wasn’t a third party. It was Hye’s true strength.

Hye had known that by scattering his outer universe ships, they would be instantly recognised.

He had cultivated a legend of wealth and power since his battle with the Golden Cross, and he had counted on the galaxy’s greed to do the rest. He hadn’t just scattered bait; he had built a cage, and the "smart" ones had walked right into it.

Hye’s brilliance lay in his understanding of expectation. He knew that across the galaxy, the common consensus was that his terrifying warriors were inextricably tied to his outer universe ships—that they were the "crew" of those alien vessels. By manipulating this assumption, he had been able to set a second, far more devious layer to his trap.

He had commissioned a massive auxiliary fleet composed entirely of standard ships native to this universe—vessels that looked mundane, unremarkable, and utterly non-threatening to long-range sensors.

Because they didn’t bear the signature of the outer universe, they were able to slip into position and loiter on the periphery of the sector without raising a single alarm.

The moment the coalition committed to attacking his "bait" ships, this secondary fleet closed the distance. They didn’t just join the fray; they formed an airtight perimeter, effectively encircling the hunters.