I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1894: A Victory That Shocked the Universe

Hye had offered them a choice—a bridge of mercy that led away from the precipice. He had given the disparate forces of the sector ample time and a fair chance to retreat, to vanish into the dark of space and preserve their lineages.

Yet, those blinded by the glitter of their own hubris and the false security of their numbers had chosen to walk willingly into their graves.

Hye watched the tactical feed with the cold, detached eye of a reaper. He didn’t intend to let a single one of them walk away now. His gaze wasn’t just on the tactical victory; he was eyeing the grand harvest of bones and high-level inventories that would litter the void once the plasma cooled. Every fallen enemy was a resource, and he was a master of recycling death.

To ensure that no stragglers could slip through the cracks and jump to hyperspace, Hye had silently cast a net far outside the immediate engagement zone. This was no ordinary energy web; it was a perimeter formed solely and exclusively of Soulers and Reapers. These warriors were the elite, the silent killers who thrived in the vacuum.

His plan was ruthless in its efficiency. He hadn’t even factored the safety of the transport ships into his calculations. He gave the pilots a singular, unwavering order: drive the ships to the closest possible proximity of the enemy flanks, then abandon the vessels.

Once in the void, the warriors were to transition immediately into boarding actions, turning the enemy’s own ships into their new bases of operation.

The timing of this manoeuvre was the linchpin of the entire operation. Hye waited, poised like a coiled spring, for the enemy’s massive first salvo to crash against his vanguard’s shields.

The moment the enemy’s weapons went into their brief cooldown cycle—that fleeting second of thermal venting and capacitor recharging—Hye gave the command.

"Release them all."

From the heart of Hye’s grand fleet, the secondary bays hissed open. The deployment was nothing short of breathtaking. Close to two hundred million Soulers and Reapers, fully suited and radiating a cold, predatory aura, were launched into the stars.

To the observers watching the high-resolution broadcasts across the sector, it looked as if a dark carpet was being unrolled across the galaxy. It was a black swarm, a living shadow that originated from Hye’s compact fleet and expanded with terrifying speed toward the bloated, grander armada of the coalition.

The sheer scale of the deployment silenced the sector. No one watching the feeds dared to speak; no one even dared to breathe loudly as the void between the two forces vanished.

The coalition’s response was as predictable as it was pathetic. It was far slower, more chaotic, and more disorganised than even Hye had anticipated. Panic had set in the moment the "black swarm" appeared on their long-range sensors.

The grand fleet opened fire with everything they had—point-defence cannons, railguns, and localised flak bursts—aiming desperately at the incoming warriors.

But they were trying to shoot ghosts.

Thanks to the terrifying ability of the Soulers and Reapers to flash and phase, bypass material obstacles, and move with non-linear trajectories, the enemy’s projectiles found nothing but empty space.

No matter how many millions of rounds were fired, no matter how the enemy captains panicked and began launching forbidden large-area-effect missiles and deadly thermal-detonators, the results were the same: failure.

Any stray shots that managed to drift back toward Hye’s primary fleet were effortlessly absorbed by the gargantuan shields of his outer-universe ships. They stood like immovable mountains amidst a storm of fire, protecting the core of the command structure without breaking a sweat.

The rest of the battle was a story as old as time—the story of a wolf among sheep.

Hye’s terrifying tactics ripped the massive enemy coalition apart in a mere five hours. It wasn’t a war; it was a systematic dismantling. The scenes broadcasted to the sector were haunting.

High-definition feeds showed the hulls of massive dreadnoughts being carved open from the inside, the lights of entire decks flickering out as Reapers moved through the corridors like a plague.

The shockwaves of this victory travelled far beyond the local star system. Even powerful neutral forces on the periphery, who had initially watched with mild curiosity, felt a cold, intimidating fear settle in their chests. They watched the conclusion of a battle where one side didn’t just win—they overwhelmed, erased, and consumed the other.

As the last of the coalition’s engines went cold, the residents of the sector began to do the only thing that made sense: they searched. They scoured every database, every ancient archive, and every deep-space transmission for the name that had redefined the power balance of their world in a single afternoon: Hye.

As he had intended, the snowball effect he had initiated in the previous sector was now an avalanche. His reputation was escalating, attracting the attention of faraway kingdoms, legendary empires, and the apex predators of the universe—the Big Races.

Enemies and "friends" alike were forced to take notice. The Toranks, who had once been Hye’s only trusted allies, began to dig deeper into his recent movements. They were perplexed; what made this specific sector so special that Hye would deploy a force even scarier and more advanced than anything they had seen before?

The truth couldn’t be hidden for long. Soon, the unique properties and hidden secrets of this sector began to surface, not just for the Toranks, but for every major intelligence agency in the universe. The same questions were being whispered in high-command bunkers across the stars: What does he know that we don’t?

Eventually, the elite powers of the galaxy—those who truly mattered—began to piece together the puzzle. They looked at the short, curated clips Hye had played of his exploits in the first sector and realised he wasn’t just conquering territory; he was collecting something far more valuable. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"He is moving faster than I even expected, hehehe," Moth chuckled softly as the latest reports reached him. He was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting, preparing for the upcoming grand expedition with Hye.