I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1885: System Alert: Current Prestige Rank: Newbie!

”Well…” Olana hesitated, glancing at the sensor readouts. ”It seems your little ʼshow of powerʼ might have worked a bit too well. Their comms are a mess of panic. I think youʼve scared them into a stupor.”

Hyeʼs expression darkened. ”If they reneged on their word or are simply stalling to wait for reinforcements, I wonʼt mind bombarding this entire planet into radioactive dust and leaving it as a monument to their indecision.”

He paused, turning to Olana with cold eyes. ”Send this message across every open channel, planetary and interstellar: If you want to waste my time, I will waste your planet in return.”

Olana felt a chill. She knew he wasnʼt bluffing. She relayed the ultimatum, and the effect was instantaneous. In less than five minutes, a single diplomatic shuttle detached from the planetʼs primary spaceport, burning its engines at maximum thrust to reach the flagship.

”Theyʼre here,” Olana reported, her voice steadying as data flooded back in. ”The threat worked. Not only are the owners of this world approaching, but the other worlds that expressed interest have confirmed their intent. They seem... remarkably eager to finalise the deals now. They probably want to sign before you decide to test your weapons on their atmosphere.”

Hye didnʼt care about their fear or their motivations. As soon as the confirmations were locked in, he opened his private communication link to his inner circle.

[To: Karoline / Lucas / Generals] [Message: Prepare at least one hundred large artificial planets immediately. Clear the orbits and stabilise the atmospheres. Expect a massive influx of citizens. Prepare far more in the coming days...]

His plan was a masterstroke of consolidation. He wasnʼt going to leave these new territories scattered and vulnerable in the open universe where they could be picked off or used as leverage.

He would establish permanent portal links between these worlds and his core territory. Then, while his generals dispatched fleets to provide an iron-clad shell of protection around the physical planets, Karoline would oversee the grand mobilisation.

He was going to move entire civilisations. If they wanted the protection of his kingdom, they would live within his reach, on his terms, in the new artificial worlds he was constructing.

The diplomatic shuttle docked with a hiss of pressurised air. When the first delegation of world leaders stepped onto the bridge, they were met not with a feast, but with a stack of digital contracts. Hye didnʼt waste a second. He sent the terms directly to their handheld devices.

”You... you want to move us?” the lead representative stammered, his eyes bulging as he read the clause. ”You want to relocate our entire population from our ancestral home to a new, artificial planet in your territory?!!”

The shift in power was palpable. Hye stood on the bridge of the command ship, his silhouette framed against the viewport that looked down upon the dying planet. The silence that followed his declaration was heavy, thick with the realisation that the hierarchy they had imagined was a complete fabrication.

”Thatʼs my bottom line,” Hye said, his voice dropping into a register that brooked no argument.

He paused, letting the weight of his presence settle over the room before adding, ”Do you think I acquired all this strength by being confined in a post-apocalypse world? My world is still young—it has been less than twenty-five years since the official end of the apocalypse.”

The world leaders, seasoned politicians and hardened survivors of their own respective nations, looked at one another in sheer disbelief.

”This…” one began, his voice trembling.

”Does this mean…” another trailed off, his eyes wide.

”Your world is still under the Systemʼs Newbie protection?!!”

The faces of the leaders drained of colour the moment the implication hit home. They were relatively new to the galactic stage, and they hadnʼt bothered to research Hyeʼs specific history or the list of his accomplishments.

They had made a fatal assumption: they thought he represented a massive, multi-stellar conglomerate, or that he was the scion of some ancient, high-tier race that had existed since the dawn of the universe.

To find out he was a product of a world younger than their own—that he was a ”Newbie” who had somehow bypassed the natural progression of power to stand before them as a conqueror—was terrifying. It meant his growth rate was anomalous. It meant he was a monster among men.

”Now,” Hye said, his gaze sweeping across the trembling assembly, ”either you sign the contracts now, or you can leave this ship and die with everyone else down below. The choice is yours, and I am finished offering alternatives.”

He gave them a moment—a fleeting, silent window to consider their futures. Despite the calm, almost bored tone of his voice, the threat was absolute.

He had spoken to them out of a lingering sense of courtesy, a nod to the fact that they would soon be administrators within his burgeoning kingdom. But if they had come here thinking this was a negotiation, they were sorely mistaken.

If they wasted another minute of his time, he would personally ensure they faced the full brunt of his wrath back on the surface.

He had no intention of delaying his plans. There were other ”hot zones” across the sector that required his attention, and he wasnʼt about to let his momentum be stalled by local politics.

One by one, the leaders stepped forward. Their pens scratched against the glowing parchment of the soul-binding contracts. The moment the final signature was etched into the digital interface, Hyeʼs vision was flooded with a cascade of golden light.

[System Alert: The human ʼHyeʼ has acquired a new Unique World!] [System Alert: The human ʼHyeʼ has increased his Prestige by 1 point!]

[System Alert: Current Prestige Rank: Newbie!] [System Alert: 99 points required to unlock the next Prestige Rank!]

”Oh, now thatʼs a welcome sight,” Hye muttered.

It had been years since he had seen a direct system notification. The last time the interface had spoken to him with such clarity was the day his home worldʼs apocalypse officially transitioned into its new state.