I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1964: The God Weapon Approaches

"Of course I would be," the Grand Elder’s voice boomed from the shadows of a massive pillar. He stepped into the light, a sharp, knowing grin on his face. "But I’d first need to know which specific part was supposed to make me mad, hahaha!"

"I was speaking about someone else," Hye lied smoothly, rolling his eyes as he tossed the idea of subverting his allies into the back of his mind. "Is everything ready?"

"Everything is exactly as we agreed," the Grand Elder said, turning his gaze toward Moth.

The young elder seemed to have aged a decade in a single day, yet he carried himself with a new aura of authority. The predicament had burned away his hesitation, earning him a level of respect from the senior Elders that he had never possessed before.

"The portal leading to the designated coordinates in outer space is ready," Moth said, his tone calm and professional, bypassing any pleasantries. "The planetary defences will go dark any moment now. Once the grid is down, we will have a very narrow window to act. If we miss the timing, or if the Toranks realise the shutdown is a feint..."

"I know, I know," Hye interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. "I’m the only person in this room who has actually stood on a deck and stared down that nightmare. I know the stakes. Now, did you prepare the items I asked for?"

"Here." The Grand Elder stepped forward, holding a cube-shaped object. It was small, no larger than a standard jewellery box, its surface etched with micro-circuitry that pulsed with a faint, crystalline light. "Our lead scientists practically tore their labs apart to finish these. I truly hope it works as you envisioned, Hye. We haven’t had a single second to run a field test."

Hye took the cube, his eyes shimmering with an intense, manic excitement. He turned it over in his hands, feeling the dense energy humming within. "Don’t tell me you only managed to manufacture one?"

"We made thousands," the Grand Elder said, gesturing to a series of heavy crates being moved into the room behind him. "Still, the lack of testing is a massive variable..."

"Don’t worry about the testing," Hye laughed, a sharp, confident sound. With a flick of his wrist, he swept all the crates into his inventory. "If your engineers followed my specifications to the letter, everything would be fine. Now, what about the grand fleets? Are they in position?"

"They reached their marks an hour ago," Moth confirmed. "They are currently running under our most advanced ghost-stealth protocols. Unless the Toranks have developed a way to sniff out localised space-warping, they can’t detect our presence."

"Good." Hye looked around the chamber, his gaze lingering on the flickering monitors showing the looming shadow of the God Weapon at the system’s edge. "Everything is in place. I’m heading out now. Watch the feed closely. The moment you see the big spark, you know your cue."

"And you’re still certain you don’t want any support?" The Grand Elder asked, his voice softening with uncharacteristic concern. He knew the plan was crazy yet solid. The only weak link was Hye’s stubbornness. He was choosing to stand alone at the epicentre of the coming apocalypse.

"I’m the most hated person for the Toranks now," Hye said, a calm smile playing on his lips. "And sometimes, in a war of this scale, hatred is the most potent weapon you can wield against your enemy. Stay put, keep the forces ready, protect the defensive centres by your lives, and wait for the good news."

Hye didn’t bother explaining the deeper layers of why he insisted on being the sole actor in the initial clash. It was true that the Toranks held a deep grudge against the Hescos that far outweighed their recent frustrations with a single human. But Hye had a different goal.

He wanted to operate without the prying eyes of the Hescos high command. He wanted to secure a harvest of grand loot, technology, souls, and wreckage, at the exact moment everyone else was too blinded by the fire of war to notice what he was tucking away into his inventory.

He didn’t linger. The clock was no longer just ticking; it was screaming. The planetary defences were already transitioning to the blackout state. He knew the Toranks would be monitoring the defences with hawk-like intensity. The second they confirmed the riots had succeeded in dropping the shields, the God Weapon would be pushed towards this world to burn it.

Hye boarded his new small ship, the sleek enemy vessel he’d claimed earlier while rescuing the Grand Elder. He punched the ignition, banking the craft into the shimmering maw of the portal that led to the outer fringes of the Hescos’ home space.

The moment he emerged on the other side, the breath hitched in his throat. He had imagined what this world would look like before, but the reality in front of him was something else entirely.

"This... This can’t be natural. It shouldn’t even be possible," he whispered, staring out the reinforced viewport.

The Hescos’ homeland wasn’t a sphere. It was a gargantuan, flat landmass stretching across the star system like a cosmic plate, defying every law of planetary formation he knew. The sheer engineering required to maintain gravity and atmosphere on such a scale was too insane to be real.

"The only universe I know of that utilises flat-land world architecture is the one clashing against us," he murmured, a cold shiver of shock running down his spine. He quickly shook it off, refocusing his eyes on the dark space ahead. "Anyway, no time for a geography lesson. It’s time to prepare a grand feast for our fat as* guest."

He didn’t remain stationary. He pushed the small ship’s engines to their redline, streaking toward the direction Moth had identified as the God Weapon’s approach path. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

As he travelled, Hye was a blur of activity. He began deploying his forces around key spots he had marked before.