I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1927: Controlling Insects Problems

Hye kept gushing more power into his technique, relentlessly consuming his bones to produce more arms from that central breakpoint he had established. His aim now wasn’t just to take down the entire swarm; he wanted to take it over. He wanted to claim this purple cloud as his own.

"I don’t know what scary beings are living inside this hellish world," he muttered, his eyes reflected in the ship’s monitors, "so it’s better to gain more allies and use them to follow me. Still..."

He frowned as a problem surfaced. Back in the universe controlled by the System, he used to enforce soul contracts over any race members his technique controlled.

Those contracts were permanent, backed by the absolute laws of the System. Yet these were insects—primordial things. Even if they were intelligent and possessed a power field and a hivemind, they didn’t have a System interface.

That meant one thing: he had to keep his technique running 24/7 during his stay in this world. There would be no rest. The moment he stopped the flow of energy to his technique, the entire army he grew from this moment onward would turn back into enemies in the blink of an eye.

"More bones to consume then," he sighed, calculating the cost. The only drawback in this tactic was the staggering number of bones he would consume on a daily basis to maintain and grow his local army. "If I’m going to consume bones, then it only makes sense to collect bones from now on!"

The brutal battle reached its climax. Purple chitin shattered and rained down toward the distant ground like metallic hail. Even as the fighting raged, Hye started to use his bone-looting ability to harvest the fallen.

Usually, he’d wait until the end of a battle to pick through the wreckage, but the unique circumstances of the Hescos’ homeland forced his hand. He needed the fuel immediately.

"Wait a second..."

Just as he started to gather bones at high speed, his eyes widened. He stared at the data feed from his looting skill, hardly believing the quality of the materials appearing in his inventory. "These bones... they are normal in structure, but their grades are insanely high!"

The early batch he gained from the ongoing slaughter was all above Dark Gold grade. He even gained many Black and Red bones. Then, a pulse of violet light appeared in his inventory, the purple bones. Seeing this made him inwardly chuckle, the stress of the environment momentarily forgotten.

"It seems the higher the risk, the greater the reward," he laughed.

By the time the battle finally ended a few hours later, the gain from this battle was clear. The number of high-grade bones he had harvested far outweighed the energy cost of the ones he had consumed to win. The high grade of these bones made the comparison tilt even more heavily in his favour.

"I remember struggling for a long time just to gather a handful of purple bones back in the apocalypse... And here, I gathered hundreds of them in just a few hours!"

His shock was immense, and for a justified reason. In the standard universe, the density of high-grade energy was diluted. Here, in the crushing pressure of the Hescos’ home, every living thing was saturated with concentrated power. It made the entire planet a gold mine for him. All of this intensified his desire to travel and explore this world further.

When he looked out through the viewports at the remaining swarm of insects under his control, he felt a surge of confidence. They hovered around his ship in a silent, disciplined formation, as if he had truly become the new king of their hivemind.

Lots of insects had been killed in the fratricidal carnage, yet the remaining lot was far greater than what he had expected. He roughly estimated he had more than a hundred thousand insects at this moment under his command—enough to form a lethal, mobile vanguard that would act as a buffer between his ship and the world’s different threats.

As for the energy consumption rate, it wasn’t as high as he had feared now that the initial takeover of their minds was complete and the battle was over. Every now and then, he would consume a single Silver-grade bone to ensure he replenished any energy lost by the technique.

"Unlike the System in this universe, cultivation, techniques, and the powers fueling all this are vague," he couldn’t help but sigh. If this was a power stemming from the System, he would have found a direct and clear answer in numerical values. Yet cultivation was vague, with no specific parameters.

All he could do was check his own body, feeling the flow of power running through the dense net of meridians. As long as he felt that copious energy circulating inside, he was satisfied.

"Time to start hunting and exploring," Hye declared, his voice echoing in the metallic confines of the cockpit.

His initial plan before this skirmish had been straightforward: descend to the surface, locate a local city or town, and attempt to gather information regarding the geography, social structure, and anything of value related to this brutal world.

But the battle with the swarm had shifted his perspective entirely. He realised that in a world this hellish, information wasn’t given to those who asked; it was yielded to those who dominated.

Instead of wasting time acting like a lost traveller, he would explore the risks, map the local predators, and add more monsters to his burgeoning arsenal. By the time he actually approached a Hescos settlement, he wouldn’t be a lone petitioner in a small, battered ship. He would arrive as a threatening power himself, surrounded by a legion of the world’s own terrors.

He knew the Hescos living here wouldn’t just accept his presence with open arms and warmth. They were a race that respected power above all else, and he had to show them his mettle first and foremost—not in diplomatic words, but in decisive, violent action.