I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1850: Expanding the Deal!

Had the timeline been different—had he been forced to wait years to reach that theatre of war—he might have hesitated. He might have weighed the stagnation of his wealth against the immediate need for growth.

But the clock was ticking. He was leaving in a single month. In the face of such a tight window, the concept of ”cost” became irrelevant. Efficiency was the only currency that mattered now.

”Iʼll… Iʼll see what kind of discount our council can authorise for a transaction of this magnitude,” Moth managed to say, sucking in a sharp, cold breath of air as if he were trying to stabilise his very soul.

”Since weʼre already on the subject,” Hye interrupted, holding up a hand. For a fleeting, hopeful second, Moth thought the human was finally backing off—that the sheer weight of the millions of bones had finally triggered a sense of self-preservation.

Instead, Hye leaned forward, his gaze intensifying. ”Check with your colleagues. If they can reroute more shipments, or if there are additional stockpiles of any item on this list sitting in nearby sectors, Iʼm willing to buy them all out right now. Donʼt leave a single crate behind.”

Moth stared at him, rendered completely speechless. Hye wasnʼt just satisfied with the current deal; he was hungry. He was looking at the vast inventory of the Hescos Empire and asking for seconds.

”You do realise,” Moth said, finally regaining his voice and deciding to push back to see just how deep Hyeʼs pockets truly were.

”That I could likely source ten times the amount currently on this list within the week? If I call in favours and reroute merchant fleets, the volume would be staggering. Can you actually meet a price like that?”

”Sure,” Hye replied. The answer came instantly, without a flicker of doubt or a moment of calculation.

”Do whatever you need to do. Sum everything up, find the maximum ceiling of your supply, and let me know the final figure. And if your people prefer a variety of bone types for their different research sectors—Silver, Dark, or Gold—just let me know. Since weʼre dealing with such a massive volume, Iʼm happy to provide a diversified payment.”

He is terrifying, Moth thought, a cold sweat breaking out across his brow. He looks like he has an endless, bottomless supply of these things. How is that possible?

Moth tried to do the math in his head. Even if Hye had spent every waking second since the start of the apocalypse amassing bones, he shouldnʼt have been able to reach these numbers.

It defied every law of probability and progression that the sovereign races understood.

Moth couldnʼt have known that Hye didnʼt just ”gather” bones; he had lived through a meat-grinder of constant warfare, harvesting the essence of entire armies. Nor could he have guessed that the very deal he was facilitating would provide the exact foundation Hye needed to jump even further ahead of the galactic curve.

”As you wish,” Moth said, his voice trembling slightly. He was determined to see if Hye was truly as filthy rich as he claimed or if this was the most elaborate bluff in the history of the universe.

He immediately opened a high-priority channel to his peers and superiors. He laid out the situation with a mix of professional urgency and personal disbelief, asking them to scavenge every warehouse for the items on Hyeʼs list.

What was truly peculiar about the transaction was the nature of the goods. Hye wasnʼt asking for top-secret prototypes or experimental super-weapons that would threaten the Hescosʼ hegemony.

The list was composed of ”common” goods—foundational technology, raw materials, and industrial equipment. To the Hescos, these were nearly obsolete; to a rising power like Hyeʼs kingdom, they were the literal bricks and mortar of an empire.

”He is building a grand foundation,” Moth explained to his fellow officers, hitting the nail squarely on the head.

”These items are worth nothing to us—theyʼve been gathering dust in our holds for centuries because thereʼs no market for them. But to a growing power, they are the essential building blocks. He wonʼt ask for these things again because once he has them, heʼll be self-sufficient. This is our one and only chance to offload our useless surplus and exchange it for something as universally valuable as his Dark Realm bones!”

Mothʼs logic was flawless. He saw the deal as a massive win for the Hescos—a way to ”scam” a primitive race into taking their trash in exchange for treasure.

He didnʼt realise that Hye had already consulted with Karoline, Lily, and Old Gan. They were getting exactly what they needed to ensure that by the time Hye returned from the outer battlefield, his kingdom would no longer need to buy anything from anyone.

The deal was struck: the old world was selling its past to fund the new worldʼs future.

The shift in the Hescosʼ high command was palpable even through the digital static of the communication channels. Questions about Hyeʼs legitimacy, his origins, or the impossible source of his wealth evaporated, replaced by a cold, industrial hunger.

To the Hescos elders, the ”how” no longer mattered. The only reality that remained was the ”now”—the fact that a single human was offering to drain his speciesʼ treasury in exchange for what they considered to be planetary-scale clutter.

”I have news,” Moth announced after several more hours of frantic back-and-forth with his superiors. His voice held a new edge, a mixture of professional awe and predatory opportunism.

”Iʼve been authorised to expand the scope. For certain categories on your list, I can provide a hundred times the initial volume. Weʼre talking about emptying entire sector depots. Can you truly meet a price that has just become… well, terrifying?”

”I can,” Hye replied. He paused for the first time, his mind calculating the shift in currency. ”But for a volume of this magnitude, I will be diversifying the payment. Iʼll be utilizing different tiers of bones to settle the balance.”