Sparta: I'm a Good Person

Meanwhile, at the field command center.

Sparta looked at the generals, who faced him as though confronting a formidable enemy, and spoke from the heart:

"Perhaps you don't understand, but I really am a good person."

"I love peace and dislike killing."

The major general placed his hand on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

"Hmph, are you joking at a time like this?"

Viltrumites loved peace and disliked killing? Not even unofficial history would dare write something like that.

This would be the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life.

Sparta ran a hand through his black hair, matted with blood, slicking it back.

"I won't deny that I killed many Big-Mouthians, but that doesn't change the fact that I love peace."

"Most of the soldiers didn't feel any pain before they died. I think I did pretty well."

The general slammed his hand against the table, his bloodshot eyes wide as he gritted his teeth.

"By your logic, should I thank you properly? Thank you for not letting my soldiers die painfully?!"

Sparta turned to the enraged general, a smile curling across his lips.

"You're welcome. It's only right that you thank me."

The faces of all the generals present instantly stiffened. They truly had not expected this Viltrumite's skin to be this thick.

This Viltrumite was a god... no, a demon.

Did you really think I was thanking you? I'd love nothing more than to tear you into ten thousand pieces.

"You killed so many of my soldiers, and now you've even made it to the command center."

"You didn't come here just to talk to us, did you? Say what you want to say. Cut the crap!"

"But let me make this clear in advance: if you want to pry some secrets out of us, forget it!"

"We have no last words either. If you want to kill us, then kill us. We have nothing to say, so get it over with."

The general raised his head slightly and adjusted his collar with both hands. Even if he was going to die, he had to die with dignity.

The other generals remained expressionless. In truth, once they learned that retreat was no longer possible, they had already prepared themselves for death.

While Sparta slaughtered the guards, three nuclear missiles had already been launched, their target being the command center itself.

They had nowhere left to retreat.

"Secrets? In this age of interstellar travel, you can't even leave your own planet."

"So... what secrets could you possibly have?"

Sparta's words were harsh, yet fair, clear, and straight to the point.

Others flew through the universe in spaceships, while Big Mouth Star's civilization level was merely 0.7, forever trapped where it was.

The Viltrumites, on the other hand, had left their home planet countless tens of thousands of years ago to explore, conquer, and plunder the universe.

Other than not developing weapon technology, they stood at the pinnacle of the universe in every other field.

As for why they did not use weapons? Because Viltrumites themselves were the strongest weapons in the universe.

From Sparta's perspective, armored vehicles, tanks, and even nuclear missiles were all outdated junk.

Therefore, Big Mouth Star's weapon intelligence or any other classified information held no appeal whatsoever for the Viltrumites.

"If you want someone to blame, blame your emperor. He was the one who refused to join the Viltrumite Empire, which led to all this."

After saying that, Sparta lightly clenched his fists, preparing to ensure that these generals would never see another sunrise.

BOOM—!!!

A tremendous roar came from the sky. Sparta instantly rushed out of the command center, hovering in the air as he looked into the distance.

Under Sparta's gaze, a nuclear missile streaked toward the command center at Mach 20, trailing flames behind it.

"Wait here and die on your own."

He glanced at the command center below, then abruptly accelerated through the sky and flew away into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, he had flown dozens of kilometers away.

"Th-This... isn't right, is it?"

"Logically speaking, he shouldn't have run," the lieutenant general said bitterly.

That was how it was written in the comics. The protagonist faced a nuclear missile without fear, using his body to withstand the instant heat and shockwave of the explosion.

Then he would reveal his divine might before humanity and show off.

So why was Sparta in reality running faster than a rabbit?

"So... launching the nuclear missiles was the wrong decision."

Another lieutenant general nodded and spoke.

The other side would not take the nuclear missiles head-on. The only ones taking them were the generals, and the surrounding environment would be destroyed as well.

The general fell silent for a moment before speaking helplessly. "Why should Big Mouth Star's nuclear missiles be served to the enemy?"

As soon as the general finished speaking, the nuclear missile struck the ground.

BOOM!!!!!

The radiance of a second sun appeared in the sky, followed by a deafening explosion audible even from a hundred kilometers away.

A colossal mushroom cloud hundreds of meters high rose above where the command center had once stood.

The shockwave, carrying black smoke, spread in every direction. Animals, trees, and rocks were all reduced to ash.

Sparta hovered in the sky a hundred kilometers away, his arms folded as he quietly looked down at the shockwave still sweeping outward in the distance.

"Wow~"

Sparta let out a cry of amazement. This was his first time observing the site of a nuclear explosion from such close range.

A small blast wave crossed the hundred-kilometer distance and struck his face.

After a long while, the shockwave subsided, and the mushroom cloud slowly dispersed.

An area nearly a hundred kilometers wide had been affected. Within a ten-kilometer radius of the impact site, everything had been leveled.

The ground was charred black, with a few unextinguished sparks still flickering.

Just as Sparta thought it was over, another loud boom echoed from afar.

The second nuclear missile had arrived.

One minute later, the final nuclear missile finally arrived as well.

Just like the first nuclear explosion, another sun appeared in the sky, the mushroom cloud rose once more, and the shockwave spread outward.

The difference was that the huge crater left by the previous explosion had become even larger and deeper.

As for those generals, they had long since become part of the dust.

Until the moment they died, they had never imagined that Sparta would not choose to withstand the nuclear missiles head-on, but would choose to leave instead.

If Sparta had known what they were thinking, he would surely have said:

I'm not an idiot. Why would I take it head-on when I can dodge it?

The generals' plan to perish together had failed.

Sparta did not linger for long, because his mission was not yet complete.

After taking one final deep look at the site of the nuclear explosions, he turned and left.

"Damn, I'll give you that. You guys are something else."

"I... Bam!"

The Big-Mouth Emperor got so worked up that he toppled backward along with his chair and crashed onto the floor.

He instantly scrambled to his feet, pointed at Sparta on the screen, and angrily shouted, "Why did you dodge?! Why did you dodge?!!"

He had imagined the scene of Sparta surviving a nuclear missile head-on, and he had imagined the scene of Sparta dying from one head-on.

What he had not imagined was Sparta refusing to take the nuclear missiles at all.

His supposedly unstoppable superweapon had been avoided by the enemy with nothing more than the ability to fly.

Didn't that make him look like a complete clown?

Only at this moment did the Big-Mouth Emperor understand that as long as a Viltrumite wanted to dodge, nuclear missiles would never be able to hit him.