I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1895: Silverlining’s Resolve!

Moth didn’t even look back at his advisors as he stood to leave. He left one simple, absolute instruction for his subordinates: "Anything related to Hye—any movement, any transmission, any rumour—inform me immediately. I don’t care how trivial it seems."

He exited the room and headed toward a far more critical summit, one that involved the highest-ranking members of the Hescos race. This wasn’t an isolated event.

Across the universe, in the halls of every major power, the same meetings were taking place. The "Human Emperor" was no longer a ghost story; he was a reality they could no longer ignore.

The shockwaves from Hye’s brutal efficiency in the current sector were amplified by a sudden, jarring revelation: the news of his systematic assault and total domination of the previous sector had finally broken through the information blackouts.

It hadn’t hit the public news cycles yet, but for the apex intelligence networks of the universe, it was a terrifying wake-up call.

The timeline of his conquest was impossible. The speed at which he had moved from a planetary leader to a sector-level threat defied every established metric of power scaling. Both enemies and supposed friends were caught in a whirlwind of reactive planning.

Grand emergency meetings were convened in secret pocket dimensions and fortified star-citadels, all centred on a singular, urgent agenda: How far could Hye grow? Was he a manageable threat to be contained, or a golden opportunity to be seized before he became a god among men?

Inside the high-sanctum of the Hescos race, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the hum of ancient machinery. Moth stepped into the council chamber, but before he could even find his seat, the silence was shattered.

"I thought you assured us he wouldn’t enter that stage of development yet!" one of the councillors barked, his eyes glowing with an intense, bioluminescent agitation. He didn’t even wait for Moth to settle. "You said we had time to mould him, to guide his trajectory. Look at the feeds!"

Moth spread his hands, a look of genuine powerlessness crossing his face, though it was tinged with a hidden spark of pride. "I honestly don’t know how he acquired such high-level intel or the resources to mobilise this quickly," Moth admitted, his voice echoing in the vast hall.

"But above all else, he is proving that he far exceeds even our wildest, most optimistic expectations. Isn’t that what we wanted? It’s magnificent news."

"Magnificent? Perhaps. But dangerous? Absolutely," another councillor sighed, leaning back into the shadows. "We thought this would be a controlled introduction.

We planned to drop him into a few hot zones, help him acquire a world here and there, and tether him to our influence through debt and gratitude. But now? Just watch him.

He is standing arrogantly in front of the entire universe, demanding the unconditional surrender of every world that isn’t already under the protection of a Big Race. He isn’t asking for a seat at the table; he’s building his own room."

"Hahaha! I know! It’s incredible, isn’t it?" Moth couldn’t contain his mirth any longer. His laughter rang out, sharp and genuine. "I can’t help but savour the irony. Those damn Toranks... they had the greatest gem in the universe in their hands, and they tripped over their own greed and let him go! They had him, and they threw him away."

"It is their catastrophic loss," a third voice added, eyes scanning the digital tactical maps projected in the centre of the room. "And it is our absolute win. We have the bridge to him now."

"I have no complaints about his performance," Moth said, taking a deep, steadying breath as his expression turned serious. The levity vanished, replaced by a sharp, calculating focus. "But I can guess why you summoned me so urgently. Are we... are we going to discuss that thing?"

The moment the words left his lips, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. The atmospheric processors hummed louder, but the councillors remained deathly still. Moth knew how sensitive this topic was.

It concerned a legacy—a "thing" related to their legendary ancestor, a secret so profound it was woven into the very soul of every Hescos leader. It was the ultimate prize, and Hye’s rapid ascension was making it a relevant factor much sooner than anticipated.

While the Hescos debated the legacy of their ancestors, another grand meeting—on the opposite side of the galaxy—was reaching a violent boiling point.

"Are you telling me he met with Moth? That arrogant, insufferable son of a bitch from the Hescos?" An Elder of the Torank race roared in fury, his voice shaking the crystalline structures of the command deck.

In front of him stood the man who had delivered the report. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t tremble. He stood with a terrifying, calm resolve, his eyes meeting the Elder’s fiery gaze with a domineering steadiness that bordered on treason.

"I warned you," Silverlining said, his voice low and cold. He was the one who had brought the intel, and he was the one who had seen this disaster coming from a hundred light-years away.

"I warned all of you repeatedly: do not let Hye slip away. Do not treat him like a stray dog we are feeding scraps to on the street! And yet, look at what your arrogance has achieved.

He is now in the warm embrace of the Hescos, and damn me if they aren’t treating him with the exact respect and status we should have offered him from the start!"

Silverlining stood tall before his superiors. The fear that usually governed interactions with the Torank Elders had been burned away by a mountain of regret and suppressed rage. He saw the golden future of his race slipping through the fingers of these short-sighted old men.

"Don’t overstep your boundaries, you useless, low-born brat!" A different Elder stepped forward, his face contorted in a sneer as he screamed at Silverlining.

"Do not forget how lowly your station was before we gracefully granted you the chance to rise through the ranks! Do not think for a second that your past successes give you the right to speak to us in this manner!"