I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

Chapter 1963: Itʼs Time to Start the Big Plan!

Hye remained in the theatre of the first siege for several more hours. He was pained by the thought of leaving so many high-level assets behind.

For four hours, he acted as a silent predator, weaving his fast-attack ship through the pockets of chaos and spreading his technique like a virus. He worked with a feverish intensity, claiming every elite warrior he could snag.

By the fifth hour, the tide of the battle had shifted. The enemy, initially paralysed by the Wyvern and insect swarm, distracted by the friendly fire, had finally received the crushing news: the Grand Elder had escaped. In a desperate, disorganised frenzy, the Toranks commanders began scattering their elite groups across the area, searching for the old manʼs trail.

Hye exploited this fragmentation perfectly. He picked off the isolated elite groups one by one, folding them into his Second Earth dimension. However, as the seventh hour drew to a close, the enemy formations became too thinned out to harvest efficiently. Realising he had reached the point of diminishing returns, he decided it was time to move on to the next target.

His return to the capital was brief. He didnʼt bother checking in with Moth or the Grand Elder; he knew they were busy with their tasks. Instead, he simply picked another portal, dived headfirst back into the fray of a different warzone.

When he emerged on the other side, the scene was a mirror of the first, albeit on a slightly smaller scale. He found the same pattern of concentric siege rings surrounding a pocket of trapped Hescos Elder and his forces.

The enemy numbers were less overwhelming than those that had faced the Grand Elder, and the concentration of elites was thinner, but the trap was no less lethal.

Hye didnʼt care about the quantity; he only cared about the quality. He prioritised the elite squads guarding the inner perimeter, knowing exactly where to find the core of the enemyʼs strength.

Without wasting a single minute on grand speeches or elaborate manoeuvres, he drove his fleet in a straight, violent line toward the centre. He left a portion of his forces behind to act as a loud, messy distraction, drawing the enemyʼs fire while he worked the same Trojan Horse tactic that had worked so well before.

The strategy was flawless in its repetition. He hit the siege, ignited internal conflict, took over the strongest warriors, and extracted the trapped Elder and Hescos forces.

He limited his stay in these smaller battlegrounds to a strict three-hour window. The moment the clock ran out, he would recall his warriors and ships, jump back to the Council spot, and dive into the next portal.

He repeated this cycle until he had successfully rescued the seventh group of Elders. Then, the top-priority message he had been waiting for finally came.

[The God Weapon has been spotted! It has breached the outer perimeter of our solar system!] Mothʼs message was sudden, interrupting Hye in the middle of his fight.

[We have to start moving now. The weapon is deliberately slowing its approach, lurking at the edge of the system... Itʼs waiting. Itʼs waiting for the riots and the traitors here to finish their work and manually drop the defences before it attacks!]

[Thatʼs perfect. Give me ten minutes, then you can initiate the blackout!] Hyeʼs focus was split. Even as he coordinated the final stages of a plan that would determine the fate of a mighty race and empire, he was in the middle of a rich harvest.

Below him, a contingent of one hundred thousand elite warriors was being infiltrated by his techniqueʼs arms. He had decided to claim them first; he wouldnʼt leave such a potent force of level-six warriors behind. While he was doing this, his thoughts drifted to the most important cornerstone of his entire scheme.

The plan was a classic double-edged blade. As long as the Hescos maintained absolute, unshakeable control over their Defense Centers, the gamble was sound. However, if even a few of those hubs fell to a riot or a group of traitors, the invitation they were about to send would become a suicide note.

Hye had stressed this to Moth repeatedly: the Defense Centers needed to be impregnable fortresses. He demanded reinforcements on a scale that could withstand a siege as massive as the one that had surrounded the Grand Elder before, an even bigger assault than that was expected. Those key spots were the anchor of either their victory or demise.

[Iʼm ready!] The moment the last of the elite group was ushered through the portal into his Second Earth world, Hyeʼs attention shifted. [Lower the defences. Letʼs invite the disaster over!]

[Initiating right now!] Moth replied, [Wait… Wonʼt you be coming back to the command centre first?]

[I need you to open the portal to outer space as we agreed! Itʼs the next step in our plan, not me coming over to your place!!] Hye rolled his eyes, his patience fraying. He wondered if the sheer stress of the situation was making Moth forget the order of the phases of the operation he had mapped out.

[Everything is already settled here,] Moth clarified quickly. [The portal is ready. You just need to come and head through it to outer space...]

[On my way!] Hye didnʼt hesitate. He pulled back his scattered warriors and ships. He left only the bare minimum required to finalise the extraction of the remaining trapped Elders, then tore open a portal and stepped back into the heart of the Elder Council building.

The scene that greeted him was a world away from the frantic, disorganised chaos he had left hours ago. The Grand Elder had been very busy for the past few hours. The streets and the capital were now choked with massive, disciplined divisions of Hescos warriors.

The sky was filled with lots of warships, filled to the brim with ready-to-die warriors on order. Looking at the sheer quality of the troops gathered in the foyer, Hyeʼs inner thoughts couldnʼt help but stir. He felt an itch in his soul, wondering what would happen if he just... Plucked a few.

”Would the old man be mad?” he mused, descending from his ship to the polished stone floor.