I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1949: Moth! What Have You Done?!!

[It’s time!] After ten minutes of agonising silence, the Grand Elder’s warning flashed. Moth took a deep breath, reviewed the desperate offer he had drafted, and hit send the moment the communication window flickered open.

Far across the planar expanse of the Hescos world, Hye was seated on the bridge of his flagship. The past few days had been a whirlwind of successful, frantic conquest. He had reached a major Hescos city, found the portal network as he had theorised, and used it to hop across the world like a stone skipping over a pond.

He had already successfully occupied two more shadow cities, adding their God-Ore stockpiles and populations to his growing tally. He was currently in transit to the third when the priority burst from Moth hit his console.

As the text scrolled across his vision, Hye’s eyes widened in genuine shock.

[Are you kidding me?!!] Hye’s fingers flew across the air. [How the hell do the Toranks have a standing army inside your central regions? Are your borders made of paper? Clashing in any minute?! Moth, if this is a prank to get me to hurry up and get to you, it’s a bad one!]

Hye was shocked beyond belief when he reread the message Moth sent. The lines of text flickering on his eyes contained a brief description of the current situation—a world teetering on the edge of internal civil war and collapse—and a desperate list of promises for Hye if he agreed to intervene.

[The traitors you sent us, they ran way deeper than that list!] Moth sent back, [We have no time for chitchat! I’ve sent you the absolute best offer I can secure if you agree to help us. If you’re in, be ready. In the next ten minutes, I am going to teleport you and your entire fleet directly into the heart of the central region, to where I am!]

Hye knew Moth wasn’t joking; the urgency vibrating through the words was far too raw for a bluff. Once he pushed past the initial shock of the Toranks incursion, Hye’s eyes shone with a dangerous, predatory light. This wasn’t just a rescue mission; it was the ultimate revenge.

[I’ll need more than what you’ve offered,] Hye countered, his mind already calculating the interest on this sudden debt. [But let’s postpone the fine print for later. For now, secure me ten irrefutable requests—ones that won’t endanger your people or put you in a political death trap, but must be honoured without question.]

[I can promise that,] Moth replied, though he added a caveat, knowing how greedy and fierce Hye could be when negotiating trade deals. [But I will add a clause: these requests cannot result in a catastrophic loss for the Hescos!]

[Deal!] As the two agreed on the general terms, Hye drafted a system-binding contract in under a minute and fired it to his friend. Moth didn’t hesitate to sign, though he prayed silently that he wasn’t walking into a permanent death trap.

’At least I’ll have the Grand Elder’s backing if things go south,’ Moth thought, stealing a glance at the supreme leader. The Grand Elder paused slightly, his ancient eyes meeting Moth’s for a fraction of a second, before he continued his preparations as if nothing had happened.

The Grand Elder knew Hye well enough through Moth’s to know the human wouldn’t settle for anything cheap or symbolic.

That was why he had delegated the negotiation to the younger Elder; he knew Hye would demand extravagant concessions, and Moth was the only one with enough rapport to balance the human’s greed against the empire’s survival.

[Hye is ready!] Moth sent to the Grand Elder the moment the contract was finalized and the communications blinked out. [He is prepared for the jump!]

[Good job!] The Grand Elder paused his mental commands to the guards. [I only hope you didn’t empty our imperial treasuries to satisfy his appetites.]

Moth rolled his eyes at the message. [I had to bleed hard to meet his demands, Grand Elder. But if I’m bleeding, I won’t be bleeding alone.]

[True enough. If he helps us weather this storm, then he deserves whatever riches he asks for.] The Grand Elder’s response offered a rare bit of reassurance to Moth’s mounting anxieties.

Moth returned his focus to the screen showing Hye’s position, reaching into his inventory to withdraw a relic of ancient power. It was a short, thick sceptre, its surface pitted and worn by aeons of time. This was a treasure that hailed from the very founder of their civilisation—the First Hescos Emperor.

This sceptre possessed the localised power of a black hole; it could teleport an entire village across vast planetary distances in a flash. However, the price of activation was hefty. Under any other circumstances, Moth would have been far too stingy to use it, but these were not times for caution.

[Use it!] After ten minutes of agonising silence, the order finally came from the Grand Elder. [Bring him in!]

During those final minutes, Hye had been a whirlwind of activity. He had recalled every single one of his scattered ships and warriors. To any outside observer, it was a bizarre, incomprehensible scene: a massive, sprawling fleet suddenly withdrawing and vanishing into thin air the way they appeared, in a few minutes.

None of the monitoring elders could pinpoint what Hye was doing—until a grand, shimmering sphere of spatial energy appeared out of thin air, enveloping his entire fleet.

"Moth! What have you done?!!"

The shout erupted from the faction that had been pushing for upheaval. To the traitors in the hall, the sight of that spatial sphere was a death knell. They had realised too late that the Grand Elder wasn’t just preparing a defence—he was summoning an executioner.

The air in the Council Hall screamed with the friction of displaced dimensions. The terrifying might Hye had displayed during his trial—the efficiency with which he had taken over the mountain cities—pointed toward one absolute and scary fact for the traitors: Moth and the Grand Elder were no longer playing by the rules.

They were doubling down on a risky gamble by pulling the human directly into the heart of the upcoming conflict, the one that would decide the fate of their empire.