I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1909: The Toranksʼ Secret Weapon Finally Appears!

”Iʼm not looking for better quality videos,” Hye remarked, a dark glint appearing in his eyes. He wasnʼt looking for cinematic angles or proof of his own prowess.

He was looking for a crack in the armour, a hidden movement, the tell-tale sign of the weapon he feared. ”I want to know something else. Something they think theyʼre hiding. So, can I depend on you for this task?”

”Sure,” Olana replied, her lips curving into a calm, measured smile. Despite the impending chaos, a flicker of genuine curiosity danced in her eyes. ”But promise me to explain everything later. No more vague diversions.”

”I promise,” Hye said, tossing the issue behind his back with a dismissive wave. He had no time for lengthy explanations now. If the Toranks had indeed prepared a weapon capable of threatening his fundamental tactics, he needed more than just a victory—he needed data.

He wanted every possible recording, every sensor reading, and every visual scrap of evidence to study once the dust settled. To defeat a threat, one first had to understand the scale of its power.

The moment Hyeʼs presence registered in this sector of space, the momentum of the enemy changed. The Torank fleets, previously a surging tide of aggression, ground to a collective, cautious halt. Their advance stopped dead.

Hye, however, did not hesitate. He kept moving forward, a lone predator drawing the eye of the storm. Behind him, his grand fleet began their deployment. It was a precise, methodical expansion, mirroring the exact formation and battle rhythm he had utilised in the previous engagement.

Olana watched the tactical display, her brow furrowing as the familiar patterns emerged on the holographic map. She turned to him, giving him a weird, incredulous look.

”You plan to repeat the same method?!” she asked, her voice rising in disbelief. ”There is no change in your deployment, no variation in the attack pattern. Theyʼve seen this before, Hye. Shouldnʼt it be better to improvise a little? To keep them guessing?”

”No need,” Hye replied. He paused for a second, his expression shifting as an icy, impenetrable look covered his face. ”I need to see something specific. To do that, this is the only way.”

His logic was cold and dangerously sound. If he wanted to lure the Toranks into revealing their hidden hand, he couldnʼt afford to be clever. He had to be predictable. By presenting them with the same ”unbeatable” tactic they had recently suffered against, he would provoke their confidence.

He was dangling the bait, waiting for them to believe that their countermeasure was the perfect trap for his arrogance. He wanted them to feel the surge of triumph as they activated whatever nightmare they had brought to the field.

And he was right.

The Toranks in this grand gathering were not merely a desperate remnant; they were a curated force equipped with a weapon specifically designed to neutralise his most devastating assets: the Soulers and the Reapers.

The clash between the two forces escalated with violent speed as the distance closed. Space ignited with the glare of a thousand suns as the Toranks opened fire the moment Hyeʼs vanguard came within range.

Great lances of thermal energy slammed into the forward line, yet the ships from the other universe stood like ancient, immovable mountains. They absorbed the brunt of the onslaught, their advanced hull plating and shielding systems creating a wall of iron that protected the rest of the grand fleet trailing in their wake.

Then, Hye followed his established script. He gave the command to launch the Soulers and Reapers.

However, there was a subtle deviation that only a keen observer would notice. He deployed a significantly smaller number than usual—barely reaching a hundred thousand in total. It was a scouting force, a sacrificial lamb sent to test.

He felt a nagging sensation in his soul, a primal intuition telling him that this battle would witness the birth of a weapon that could truly threaten his deadliest warriors.

”Come on,” Hye muttered, his eyes narrowed as he watched the tactical feed. ”Use it.”

The first hour dragged by, and Hye grew visibly anxious. The Toranks remained stubbornly conventional. They scrambled and manoeuvred, trying their best to escape the scythe-like sweeps of the Soulers and Reapers. Their movements were hectic, a chaotic swarm of metal trying to outrun death.

Yet, despite his growing impatience, Hye wasnʼt that much worried. He knew they werenʼt actually trying to evade his warriors. Anyone with a basic understanding of interstellar warfare could see there was no escape once the lines had blurred into a close-quarters melee.

The frantic manoeuvring was a performance—a way to draw his forces deeper into their formation. It was a grand scheme, and so he waited with the patience of a spider.

It wasnʼt until the third hour of the grinding engagement that the Toranks finally shifted their hand.

Across the grand projected map, many of the largest Torank vessels began to de-shutter their secondary bays. They didnʼt launch fighters or missiles. Instead, they deployed massive, black objects. Each item was perfectly hexagonal, stark and unnatural against the backdrop of stars.

Hye leaned forward, his eyes scanning the distant scenes his different feeds provided. He had never seen anything like them. Beside him, Olanaʼs silence was telling; she was just as lost.

”I donʼt know what those are,” Hye whispered.

He waited ten agonising minutes until one of his smaller, high-speed recon ships drifted close enough to transmit a high-resolution video feed. The scale was staggering.

The hexagonal item was enormous—at least tenfold the size of a standard mid-sized spaceship. On the screen, the object appeared as a void within the void.

Its surface was rigid and irregular, covered in strange protrusions that seemed to swallow the light of the nearby sun rather than reflect it.

It was forged from a bizarre black material that defied standard spectral analysis. Even Olana, with her deep knowledge of galactic tech, couldnʼt recognise the alloy or the intent behind the design.

The mystery alone was enough to confirm Hyeʼs suspicions: this was the ”God-Killer” weapon the Toranks had prepared specifically for him.