I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1849: Giving Moth a Scare!

Moth froze, a piece of exotic fruit halfway to his mouth. He blinked, certain he had misheard the translation. ”What?!” he stammered, his voice cracking. ”You are kidding, right? Youʼre playing some kind of human joke on me?”

”Not in the slightest,” Hye replied with a casual shrug. He leaned back in his chair, finally feeling the hunger he had ignored for hours.

He picked out the most succulent-looking dish from the spread and took a deliberate bite, savouring the flavour while Moth spiralled into a panic. ”I will cover every expense. There is no limit on my end, Moth.

The only limit that exists today is how much your empire can actually physically provide before the deadline.”

”This is… insane,” Moth muttered. He didnʼt wait to argue; he dove into the list. As he scrolled, his eyes widened.

The document wasnʼt just a list; it was tens of pages long, a comprehensive catalogue that spanned everything from high-tier manufacturing plants to forbidden genetic templates.

He let out a sharp cough of immense shock, his hands trembling slightly as the scroll bar continued to move.

”You picked… You picked almost everything! Are you absolutely sure about this? This isnʼt a shopping list, Hye; this is an imperial requisition!”

”I asked my people what they needed to turn our world into a powerhouse,” Hye said casually, wiping his mouth with a silk napkin.

”They answered. So, tell me, how much can the mighty Hescos afford to bring me? If you can source more later, before we depart for the outer battlefield, we can keep this deal rolling right up until the moment we jump.”

Moth looked like he was about to have a medical emergency. ”You… do you even realise the cost of this list? Are you remotely aware of the sheer astronomical value we are talking about? This would bankrupt planetary systems!”

”Money isnʼt an issue,” Hye stated flatly. As a true tycoon who had seen the rise and fall of markets, the concept of ”too expensive” didnʼt exist for him—only ”too slow.”

He looked Moth in the eye with a gaze that made the sovereign representative feel small.

”Just check with your colleagues and see what the total value is in bone-equivalent currency. Iʼll pay in batches to keep your logistics moving, and honestly, I expect a significant bulk discount for a purchase of this magnitude.”

”Sure, sure… a discount,” Moth whispered, his mind racing. ”But let me first calculate the bone value for each item. I will send you a revised list with the prices attached. When you see the numbers, I highly recommend you double-check your resolve. You might want to prune this list down to the essentials once you see the cost.”

”Just add the maximum quantity you can provide,” Hye countered, not even entertaining the idea of scaling back. ”Iʼll make my final decisions based on your supply, not my wallet.”

Moth stood up, pacing the small area around the table. ”You realise you are dealing with the Hescos, right? We have been the largest empire in the known universe for hundreds of thousands of years. Our stockpiles are vast beyond your imagination!”

He wanted Hye to grasp the sheer gravity of the situation. Even using just the initial batches Moth had brought on his current fleet, the cost would be enough to make a lesser king cough blood just to secure half of it.

”Listen, Iʼll add the inventory data for what I have on hand,” Moth said, deciding that the only way to humble the human was to show him the cold, hard numbers. He adjusted the list, meticulously detailing the price in bones and specifying the exchange rates for different grades.

When the list returned to Hye, it was a terrifying ledger of debt. Some items cost a handful of bones; others required hundreds.

The truly special items—the core secrets of Hescos technology and experimental weapons—were priced in tens of the rarest, highest-grade Dark Realm bones. Moth built these prices on the assumption that Hyeʼs reserves were limited, a finite resource he would want to hoard.

He expected Hye to pale. He expected him to hesitate. Instead, Hye merely glanced at the total, gave a small, satisfied nod, and dropped a verbal bomb that levelled the room.

”I want everything you can provide to me. Right now. Clear your holds.”

”N… Now?!” Mothʼs voice hit a pitch that shouldnʼt have been possible. He stood up so abruptly his chair clattered to the floor, his entire body shaking with a mix of awe and terror.

”Everything?! Do you even know… do you have any idea how many millions of bones youʼll have to pay for a deal of this scale?”

Hye raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. ”Millions? Is that all?” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a calm, authoritative tone.

”Iʼll be paying with the highest grade: Gold Dark Realm bones. If your superiors require other specific types for their research, let me know, and Iʼll adjust the next batch. And yes… does that total include my discount?”

Moth didnʼt answer. He couldnʼt. He remained standing, frozen in place for several minutes as his brain tried to process the reality of what was happening. He had no way of knowing that for Hye, this was a Tuesday.

Having already spent millions of bones just to jumpstart the ancient gem heʼd taken from the Toranks, the price of an imperial army was, to him, just the cost of doing business.

Even if the price tag was enough to make a lesser kingʼs heart seize, Hye didnʼt so much as bat an eye. To him, this wasnʼt a loss of capital; it was a high-yield investment.

He was a man who understood the fundamental laws of progression: to earn at the highest level, one had to spend at the highest level.

He knew with absolute certainty that the resources he secured now would be the very tools heʼd use to harvest a hundred times more Gold Dark Realm bones once he touched down on the outer battlefield.