I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1938: The Suspicious City!

Away from the politics of the council, Hye finished his harvest. He collected every single bone from the scorched earth until there were none left to gather. Then, without wasting any more time, he mobilised the entire fleet and set a course for the next hot zone on his map.

This time, he was destined to meet a worthy challenge.

"This..."

As the fleet approached the coordinates, Hye noticed a shimmering, artificial light reflecting off the distance ahead. In his experience, the monsters of this world didn’t use light; they preferred the heat of the day or the bioluminescent cues of the deep. Shimmering, organised light meant only one thing: civilisation.

As he drew close enough for the visual sensors to pierce the smog, his breath hitched. He saw a grand city, a feat of impossible engineering constructed directly into the heart of a towering, jagged mountain. The architecture was sharp, aggressive, and undeniably sophisticated.

"Are they Hescos?!"

Hye felt a pang of hesitation. If this was a Hescos settlement, he would need to exercise extreme restraint. Despite the harshness of his entry, he viewed himself as a guest—or at least an ally. He had no desire to spill the blood of the race he had come to negotiate with for his kingdom’s future.

Yet, the facts didn’t add up. These people had shot down his scouting ships—an act of immediate hostility that seemed beneath the wise nature of the Hescos he had dealt with in the past.

"It’s better to be diplomatic first," Hye decided. He wasn’t going to let a potential misunderstanding turn into a massacre. "I’ll send a delegation. I need to identify this race and find out why they attacked my scouts."

He decided to send a messenger first. Their mission was simple: make formal introductions, ask for information about the world, and request an explanation for the destruction of his scouts.

Hye decided to send a group of exactly twenty small ships. It was a small number— enough to signify a formal delegation of importance, yet small enough to demonstrate that he was not launching an immediate assault on the city.

To further emphasise his peaceful intent, he ordered his main fleet to hold its position miles away. He didn’t want to arouse their hostility before diplomacy had a chance to play its part.

"Since when was there such a city in that area?!"

Back in the grand hall, the Grand Elder’s voice was like a low rumble of thunder. As he stared at the live feedback from Hye’s performance, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He scanned the faces of the council members one by one.

If a fortified mountain city existed in their own backyard without his knowledge, it could only mean one thing: someone within this very room had been hiding it.

The council fell under a deadly, suffocating silence. No one dared to breathe, let alone speak.

"Fine! I’ll get to the bottom of this in the end," the Grand Elder hissed, his rage beginning to leak out and crack the floor beneath his seat. "And mark my words... Whoever is responsible for this, whoever he is, I swear I’ll exterminate him, his family, and his entire faction myself!"

The weight of those threatening words was staggering. The Grand Elder was rarely seen in such a rage unless a disaster was unfolding in the empire, and such disasters always ended in a bloodbath for the instigators. Several elders visibly shivered, their faces turning a pale, sickly shade of grey.

Moth’s eyes darted toward the hardliner camp—the same group that had been so vocal against Hye. For a moment, a chilling thought flashed through his mind, linking the existence of this shadow city to the timing of Hye’s war against the Toranks.

’Don’t tell me...’ It was a fleeting, unbelievable thought of high treason, but Moth had zero proof. He maintained his silence and returned his gaze to the screen. ’It seems this trial is escalating in a new direction. Oh, my dear Hye, let’s see if you can uncover the truth with another miracle and give me a pleasant gift.’

Oblivious to the political storm he had just ignited, Hye sat in his command chair, watching the feed of his twenty delegation ships as they crossed the city’s outer perimeter.

"What the hell?!!"

Before the ships could even get within a mile of the towering mountain walls, the city’s defences roared to life. A dense, blue-white cannon fire erupted from concealed batteries along the ramparts, tearing through his ships with surgical precision.

"They broadcast the message I recorded several times already!" Hye shouted, slamming his fist onto the console. "Is there a language barrier problem here, or are they just insane?!!"

He felt a deep bitterness. Communication with the outside world was impossible through the Hescos’ arrangements, or he would have sent an urgent message to Moth to clarify the situation.

"Screw it," Hye stood up, his face contorted with rage. He had tried to be the diplomat; he had tried to follow the rules of their world.

"They shot my ships not once, but twice! What is wrong with these guys?! Even if they were from the Hescos, they should have listened to my message first! I won’t be blamed for this, and even if they try to blame me, I don’t f**king care!"

He didn’t hold back anymore. The time for diplomacy was over. He reorganised his massive fleet into three specialised divisions.

The first layer took the vanguard, activating their other-universe shields to act as an unbreakable wall. The second division, composed of his heavy battleships, acted as the primary damage dealers.

The third fleet was stationed on the flank—a hybrid force of offensive and defensive ships designed to intercept any vessels that might scramble from the city’s hangars.

As for the Wyverns and the insect swarm, even if they were sleepy, he held them in reserve, a dark cloud hovering just out of range, waiting for the signal to feast.