I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1908: Fighting the Grand Toranks’ Fleet

"Was it like that back when I was killing Hescos?" He paused for a heartbeat, his hand hovering over a shattered ribcage of a noble-born warrior, while activating his turbo bone collector. He frowned, searching his memories for a comparison. "Nah, can’t remember! It happened a long time ago!"

He shook his head, dismissing the thought with a sharp exhale. Time had blurred the lines of his past massacres.

With a flick of his wrist, he moved to the next cluster of debris, his movements rhythmic and relentless as he continued to hoard bones and rare loot into his inventory.

For several hours, the silence of the void was broken only by the shimmering of energy as Hye cleared the entire battlefield. He left nothing behind but dust. Once the primary harvest was complete, his Soulers and Reapers emerged like shadows from the dark.

They swarmed the vacant, drifting enemy ships, stripping them of tech and tethering them to the main force. Hye watched them work, calculating the numbers in his head. He knew he had finally salvaged enough to form one additional, fully functional fleet.

"Let’s go," he commanded.

With a surge of mana, he tore open a massive portal that bridged the gap back to his staging grounds. He stood as a sentinel, waiting with crossed arms until his entire grand fleet had passed through the shimmering rift.

Only when the last ship was accounted for did he recalibrate. He picked the precise coordinates for the right portal and stepped through, heading straight toward the destination he had fixated upon. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Olana watched him, the words of protest dying in her throat. She had briefly considered trying to change his mind, to argue for a more tactical, phased approach, but she didn’t even attempt it.

She was beginning to grow accustomed to this hollow feeling in her chest—the realisation that Hye would always choose the most peculiar, the most unexpected, and the most dangerously suicidal path to solve a problem.

It was his nature. There was no lever she could pull to move a man who viewed a frontal assault on a superior force as a simple "next step."

"Regardless of the approach, the result is what truly matters," she muttered to herself. Her voice was low, sounding like a woman trying to convince herself of a necessary lie.

Yet, as she looked at his back, she recalled the terrifying winning streak he had maintained since she had met him. He had never lost. Not a single confrontation, not a single planet, and nothing he ever truly set his eyes upon... including her.

Hye, meanwhile, was already focused on the upcoming slaughter.

[Like before, but keep a close watch over the masses. If these groups are organised, they will stick together and won’t change their places often.] He sent the mental transmission flashing across the communication net to his friends.

He knew they were buried in the administrative nightmare of handling the population transfers of new worlds over to his territory.

It was a monumental task, but they had competent subordinates on the ground. Orders were being relayed, and the gears of his empire were turning even as he prepared to break someone else’s.

His friends had already tried to stop him. They had sent urgent messages begging him not to attack the grand fleet of the Toranks head-on, especially at such an early stage of the war. He had ignored them all.

First and foremost, Hye was a pragmatist of the most ruthless sort. He knew that time was a resource his enemies were currently using better than he was. The more time he gave those bastards, the more fleets would converge.

Every hour of hesitation allowed the Toranks to bolster their numbers, turning a difficult fight into an impossible one. If his friends were worried about his safety now, their worry would be tenfold if he waited until the enemy was at full strength.

But there was a deeper, more unsettling reason for his haste. He knew the Toranks weren’t a race that could be easily conquered.

They were meticulous. He still hadn’t figured out what secret weapon they had prepared specifically for him, but he was certain they wouldn’t have travelled across the vastness of the universe to hunt him without a trump card.

Any other race might be prone to arrogance or tactical blunders, but not the Toranks. They were the ones who had assisted him during his initial ascent to power. They knew how he fought; they knew his strengths better than anyone.

If any race possessed the specific means to stop him, it would be them. Hye wanted to force their hand. He needed to expose this unknown variable early on, while he still had the momentum to react to it.

He had already promised the Hescos that he would join their expedition, a pact he intended to keep. However, if the Toranks held a weapon capable of glassing his home, he would be forced to take drastic measures to secure his territory.

He would delay his departure, or even burn the Toranks’ stars to cinders, if that was what it took to ensure his world remained safe in his absence.

The grand fleet cut through the void, a spear aimed at the heart of the enemy’s density. Hye didn’t flinch as the long-range scanners began to light up with thousands of hostile signatures.

"I need something from you," he said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence on the bridge.

Olana looked up, startled by the shift in his focus. "What is it?"

"I want you to gather every single video recording of this upcoming battle," he stated, his eyes fixed on the viewing port. "I need all the footage, every angle, every sensor log, and every scrap of recording regarding the engagement."

"This won’t be a problem," Olana replied, though she felt a nagging sense of confusion. She tilted her head, her brow furrowed. "But... won’t you have the best shots in the entire universe? Why bother with external feeds?"