I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1883: A Shocking Offer

Hye looked at the notification on his HUD and blinked. He didn’t even know how to respond to such misplaced concern.

[Thank you!]

This was the shortest, most polite response he could manage. He instantly swiped the message and the tutorial videos away, forgetting they even existed, and continued his "slash and burn" harvest.

"She wants to teach me? Humph! If there is a scavenger master class in the universe, I’ll definitely be the one teaching the professors," he said, shaking his head. He felt a bit amused that she so drastically underestimated him.

Yet, even if she did, he wasn’t sad or mad. In fact, her confusion was his greatest shield.

He knew that even if his enemies were closely watching—even if observers from the Great Races like the Dragons or Phoenixes were monitoring his movements—no one would ever grasp the true nature of his harvest. To them, he was just a scavenger who didn’t know how to scavenge.

By the time Olana had sent that message, Hye had already managed to replenish almost half of the massive bone debt he had paid to the mysterious entity, Moth.

He was sure that if he continued hitting these high-casualty "hot zones" for a few more hours, he would end up with a stockpile of bones greater than anything he had possessed since the apocalypse first began on Earth.

Just being here in the centre of such carnage reminded him of the "good old days." Back then, he never ran short of bones. If he had possessed this current version of his mass-harvesting ability during the initial planetary collapse, he was certain he would have had tenfold the amount of bones—perhaps even a hundredfold!

"I’ve recovered the quantity, but the gap in quality is still a massive problem," he noted, examining the statistical readout of his inventory after finishing the sweep of the entire sector’s battlefields.

The numbers were staggering, but numbers didn’t tell the whole story. While he had recovered millions of units of bone material, they were primarily from standard infantry and common soldiers.

He had paid tons of high-tier Dark Realm Bones in that deal with Moth, and a mountain of normal bones wouldn’t replace the unique energy signature of those rare materials. A billion white bones couldn’t match the power of a single legendary dark-core bone.

"At least they help nourish the Crystal Heart," he mused. He didn’t even keep the bulk of the common bones inside his inventory for long. The moment he finished the harvest, he initiated a mass transfer.

He threw almost everything he had gained into the Crystal Heart to nourish his World Trees. He watched as the energy of millions of souls and bones was absorbed by the roots, the trees glowing with a rejuvenated, ethereal light.

As his ship drifted back through the final portal toward Olana’s position, he felt the resonance of the trees growing stronger. He might be poor in "quality" for now, but in the game of galactic war, quantity had a quality all its own.

"I’m back," Hye’s voice crackled over the comms as his scout ship docked.

"I hope you watched those videos," Olana replied, her voice sounding like a disappointed teacher. "You left a fortune out there, Hye."

Hye just smiled, looking at his refreshed Crystal Heart. "Don’t worry, Olana. I took exactly what I came for."

The process within the Crystal Heart was a sight to behold. As the essence of hundreds of millions of harvested bones flooded into the core, the trees didn’t just grow; they underwent a violent, accelerated evolution.

They grew wider and taller, their bark shimmering with a metallic sheen, while the crystalline fruits were produced at a rate that defied nature.

By the time Hye’s scout ship had fully docked and he had returned to Olana’s side on the bridge, he was already harvesting the first batch of mature crystals. He didn’t stop to admire them; he instantly replanted them.

Using the thick, viscous, and extremely energy-rich environment inside the Crystal Heart, the seeds he planted grew into towering trees in mere minutes. They produced an endless amount of crystals that he harvested and replanted without a second thought.

He repeated this cycle fifty times, a frantic rhythm of sowing and reaping, until the thick atmosphere of the core began to thin and the energy-rich environment slowly returned to its baseline state.

"Not bad," he whispered, a grin of pure satisfaction spreading across his face. The scale of the yield was staggering. Just the final harvest alone made him hesitate for a moment; it numbered in the hundreds of billions, with many of the crystals appearing in higher-grade forms that pulsed with a deep, violet light.

"Nah, I need to withstand the urge to hoard," he muttered, checking his inventory. When he recalled the sheer number of race tokens he currently held, he knew even this massive bounty wasn’t enough to sustain a galactic-scale expansion.

"I need more. Perhaps after going through half of the current hot zones, I’ll finally start harvesting for storage rather than replanting."

"What are you mumbling about now?!"

Olana’s voice snapped him out of his internal calculations. She had been watching him stand there, speaking to himself for nearly half an hour, and her patience was wearing thin.

"I thought you would come back and tell me you learned something from the videos I sent you! Don’t tell me you lack the talent for even basic looting skills! You looked like a lost child out there!"

"..."

Hearing her words and watching the genuine frustration on her face made Hye’s mind freeze for a second. He needed a moment to process the irony of her comments.

Here he was, orchestrating a harvest of cosmic proportions, and she thought he couldn’t handle a scavenger’s pickaxe. But before he could respond with a sarcastic retort, she dropped a ground-shaking revelation.

"Listen, there are lots of offers coming in through the priority channels that I think you might actually be interested in," she said. She paused for dramatic effect.