I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1914: Planning a Counterattack!

Hye pitched his voice to carry to every corner of the room. "Listen to me carefully. When we are presented with an opportunity like the one we just took, do not calculate your needs based on ’logic’ or ’standard rates’ alone.

We are not a standard kingdom. We were given an unexpected chance to leapfrog decades of growth, and we had to take it. Learn from this experience. In the future, expect the impossible and make your calculations based on it. Do better next time."

He knew that if Angelica—one of his most grounded administrators—had made such a calculation error, then the rest of them were likely thinking too small as well.

He didn’t berate them further; they were all evolving together, treading a path that no one in the history of this universe had ever walked. The silent nodding from the council confirmed that his point had been driven home.

"Anyway," he turned his eyes toward a figure sitting slightly apart from the inner circle. Olana, who had been observing the meeting with a mixture of professional detachment and lingering shock from the battle, blinked as his focus shifted to her. "I believe we can use your family’s connections to solve this little logistical hiccup."

"Sure," Olana replied tentatively. She wasn’t entirely sure what the scale was yet. Her experience with Hye taught her that when he asked for "help," it usually involved moving mountains or destabilising galactic markets. "If you forward me the required list of specifications and quantities, I’ll see what the trade routes can accommodate."

"Good. Angelica, send it," Hye commanded. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Angelica nodded and turned to Olana. "Let’s exchange comm-codes after the meeting and I’ll send the file—"

She stopped abruptly as she caught a warning glance from Hye. It was a sharp, piercing look that screamed efficiency over etiquette. Angelica swallowed her words, moved across the floor instantly, and bridged the digital gap to add Olana as a primary trade contact right then and there.

"I’ll leave the procurement to you," Hye said to Olana, though he didn’t even turn his head to look at her this time, his mind already drifting to the next tactical layer. "And the payment will be handled through the usual channels."

"Sure, it’s just... wait." Olana’s voice trailed off as the file from Angelica populated on her screen. She scrolled through the list, her expression shifting from apprehension to confusion. "This is... nothing much, actually. This list is surprisingly mundane."

The materials Angelica had requested—industrial-grade alloys, atmospheric processors, basic carbon-silicate binders—were common commodities.

In the grand scheme of the universe, these were the "bread and butter" of any mid-tier mining corporation. They weren’t precious ores or high-tech components like the things she usually sourced for Hye.

"Just get us as much as you possibly can," Hye clarified. He paused, his voice taking on a resonant, authoritative tone. "I don’t just want to finish the current projects. I want to fill enough strategic reserves to satisfy our construction needs for the next several years. Make the necessary preparations for storage on a planetary scale."

He directed his last words to Angelica, who simply nodded, her mind already racing to designate "warehouse worlds"—entire planets whose sole purpose would be to hold the vast sea of resources Hye was about to pour into the territory.

She realised he wasn’t just talking about building houses; he was talking about an uninterrupted, years-long sprint of expansion.

"And while we are on the subject," Hye added, turning back to Olana with a glint in his eye that signalled a change in the wind, "if there are any other basic necessities or raw materials currently sitting in the open market, I want you to amass those for us as well."

"Like what specifically?" Olana asked, her brow furrowing. "Are we talking about fuels? Foodstuffs? Medical supplies?"

Hye’s next words left the entire room in a state of baffled silence.

"Like... everything."

The weight of those two words settled over the meeting like a shroud. Everyone sitting there—from the generals to the girls—realised in that moment that Hye wasn’t planning to lick his wounds or cower behind his territory gates after the encounter with the Torank weapon.

He wasn’t retreating into a shell; he was preparing for a total, systemic mobilisation of his entire empire, even in his upcoming absence.

The council turned to him as one, their breaths held, waiting for the next "crazy" plan to drop from his lips. And as usual, Hye didn’t disappoint!

"I want you to activate and deploy every artificial planet we have in our inventory at once," Hye commanded, his voice echoing with a finality that brooked no argument.

He paused, letting the scale of the order sink in before adding, "Even if we don’t have the population density to fill them now, we need to be ready. We are building the infrastructure for a future that arrives tomorrow, not next year."

He didn’t stop there. His gaze shifted, sharp and calculating, toward Legend, Lily, and Sara. "Furthermore, I have decided that I may need to send a single general to work directly with the Hescos."

"What?!!!"

The exclamation erupted from the council in a staggered chorus of shock. This wasn’t just a pivot; it was a total departure from the isolationist strategy they had been discussing. It came out of the blue, striking the room with the force of an orbital bombardment.

"I said I will need one general to go and work with the Hescos," Hye repeated, his tone levelling out into a dangerous calm. "Did you truly think I planned to leave those Toranks free and unbothered after what they showed us?

We have to keep pressuring them. We must keep them occupied, making them chase ghosts all over the universe so they won’t have the breathing room to search for our true home base here."

"But..." Lily started to protest, her mind racing through the military manifests. They were already planning to send a host of capable generals with Hye to the outer battlefields.