I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse-Chapter 1940: Digging For the Truth!
[To execute a worldwide cease of communications, the technicians need to briefly recycle the signal buffers and cancel existing limitations before globally locking the world. You will have a window of approximately twenty seconds. Use these precious seconds, send a detailed message over to that human, and he’ll know what to do!]
[Sure!] Moth replied instantly, his heart hammering against his chest. He was taken aback; the Grand Elder had openly and harshly rejected his suggestion in front of the council, yet he was actually moving in clandestine support of it.
He felt a wave of relief wash over him. The Grand Elder wasn’t just being fair; he was placing an immense amount of trust in Moth and, by extension, in Hye.
[Listen up, there is a growing situation here at the elders meeting...] Moth began typing with frantic speed using his thoughts. Knowing his window would be narrow, he prepared a comprehensive message beforehand.
He explained everything: how every second of Hye’s performance was being monitored by the entire council, the baffling and illegal nature of the mountain city, the presence of a traitorous faction within the council, and the silent request for help the Grand Elder was making.
He didn’t stop at the facts. Moth included his own theories—the most dangerous of which was that this city, and perhaps a network of others like it, was part of a grander scheme orchestrated by the same enemies hunting Hye in the universe: the Toranks.
He detailed his suspicion that the antagonising elders were mere puppets and rats for the Torank empire, working to sever any potential alliance between Hye and the Hescos while simultaneously rotting the Hescos from within so the Toranks could eventually seize their standing.
Then, he waited. He sat in the suffocating silence of the locked hall, watching the status bar of his message interface. As whispers of panic began to spread among the trapped elders, the icon turned a sharp, vibrant green. Instantly, Moth hit "Send."
Twenty seconds later, the green light flickered and died as the total communications blackout slammed into place.
[Leave it to me!] A simple, three-word response appeared on Moth’s screen just before the link vanished. Moth exhaled a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. He discreetly relayed the response to the Grand Elder, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation.
’Let’s see what you can do, human Hye,’ the Grand Elder mused. He completely ignored the mounting chaos he had caused by locking the doors and cutting off the world’s communication network. He returned his gaze to the live feed, which showed the captured pilots’ ships docking with Hye’s flagship.
Inside his ship, Hye looked at the small ship he was inside. He knew the cramped interior wasn’t ideal for a high-stakes interrogation, but it would have to do. He was still processing the sudden, explosive message from Moth. He had expected trials and hostility, but a grand conspiracy involving the Toranks and the Hescos high command?
He inwardly sneered, a cold, sharp expression crossing his face.
"Those Toranks... Their arrogance truly has no limits!" He shook his head in disgust. He recalled how they had faked a friendship with him, playing the role of the supportive ally while working tirelessly from the shadows to stifle his growth and keep him under their thumb.
That was all the evidence he needed of how twisted their nature truly was. They weren’t a race that would fight their way to the top with honour or strength; they were the archetypal dirty schemers, the shadow players who preferred poison to the sword.
With this newfound context, his curiosity regarding the burning city changed. It wasn’t just an obstacle anymore; it was a crime scene. He looked at the distant city, which was still wreathed in smoke from his heavy fleet attacks, wondering what dark secrets were buried in its lower levels.
"Spread the order to all commanders," Hye barked, his voice echoing through the comms. "Sustain a tight, impenetrable circle around the city. Cease fire on the city, just surround and defend for now."
As the situation evolved, he knew he had to clear the veil of shadow before deciding whether to glass the mountain or occupy it.
"If anyone tries to escape, kill them instantly. If anyone tries to launch a counter-attack, kill them. Surround the city so tightly that a fly couldn’t leave or enter without my permission! And listen to me carefully: even if a Hescos detachment arrives, even if they were claiming to be an official delegation, you are to treat them as hostiles. Kill them without asking questions!"
As he was informed of the burgeoning internal war within the Hescos upper command circle, Hye knew that any Hescos detachment appearing here now could only mean one thing: they were on the side of his enemies—the side of the real traitors to the Hescos race.
Consequently, killing them wouldn’t cause him any trouble later on; in fact, it would likely be viewed as a service to the Grand Elder.
To facilitate a proper interrogation, he first summoned a massive flagship, letting his small ship dock inside one of its hangars. He then signalled for the five hundred captured ship captains to park their vessels within the flagship’s hangars.
Only when the area was secured, and his warriors had surrounded the captive,s did the meeting truly begin in the flagship’s grand briefing hall.
"Let me get this straight," Hye said, his voice echoing coldly as he paced before the five hundred captains. He had listened to the fragmented stories from each one of them, cross-referencing their tales.
While the perspectives varied based on their specific roles, the core facts remained chillingly consistent across all their tales. "You aren’t even natives of this world. You were smuggled here by the Toranks, utilising the assistance of a hidden faction within the Hescos—at the Elder level?"
"Yes, sir," one of the captains replied, his head bowed in submission to the soul contract now binding him.
