I Pissed Out Two Drops

After an explanation, it took the refugees a mere 0.01 seconds to accept that the Sparta in front of them was the despicable, arrogant, overbearing, heinous, beastly Viltrumite recorded in books.

"Bro, we're about to die."

"You don't need to tell me that, my mom used to scare me with stories about Viltrumites when I was little, I didn't think we'd actually run into one."

"Oh~ So it was the Viltrumites who invaded Big Mouth Star, then we're totally screwed."

"Brothers and sisters, it seems we don't have a tomorrow."

"Tell us something we don't know."

Sparta crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, and watched the refugees with keen interest.

This bunch of little trinkets were quite amusing, and what they said was rather interesting.

An elderly Big-Mouthian walked over on crutches to a spot a few steps away from Sparta, preparing to ask the question in his heart before dying:

"Respected Viltrumite lord, how are the armies outside?"

"Dead, fewer than 20 soldiers survived."

Not only had Sparta slaughtered the 300,000 troops stationed in the city, but he had also conveniently wiped out the 200,000-plus reinforcements that arrived.

To him, this was merely a matter of convenience.

Over half a million troops were slaughtered, while the survivors numbered fewer than 20.

The elderly man fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Sir, are we going to die too?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the gazes of all the refugees locked onto him, for this was everyone's thought.

Sparta replied without a moment's hesitation: "You are right!"

Everyone's expectant heart was like a suddenly extinguished flame; their hanging hearts finally died after all.

"However..."

Sparta spoke again, reigniting everyone's hope. They all pricked up their ears to listen intently, even their breathing growing much lighter.

If they could live, who would willingly face death?

"If we follow the Empire's regulations, all of you must die."

"However... I have a set of my own rules: I don't kill unarmed civilians."

"I killed the army not only because of orders from above, but also because they had weapons in their hands, even though those weapons are nothing more than toys in my eyes."

Sparta straightened his body, looking at the shivering refugees, "Running into me, consider yourselves lucky."

With that, under their watchful eyes, he walked up the stairs and left the air-raid shelter.

"We survived... We survived!!"

"Sob, sob, bro, I almost pissed myself just now."

"To tell you the truth, I already pissed out two drops."

"We get to see tomorrow's sun!"

"Thank the heavens, thank the earth."

[...]

The refugees hugged each other and wept; there was nothing more joyous than surviving a catastrophe.

Sparta listened to the cheers echoing from inside the air-raid shelter, the corners of his mouth curling into an imperceptible smile.

A second later the smile vanished from his face, and he muttered to himself as he looked at the surrounding skyscrapers.

"At least I have to put on a show."

To make it look like he was very earnestly completing the mission assigned by his superiors, Sparta prepared to wreck the city's buildings next.

When investigated later, he would have an excuse of 'trying hard'.

As for those surviving refugees? He would just say they hid too well.

He couldn't find them, he did his best.

Meanwhile, the mountain peak where Jayce was located.

Several helicopters slowly landed, and Jayce opened his resting eyes, expressionless as he used his peripheral vision to observe the helicopters coming to visit him.

Under his gaze, a helicopter cabin door opened, and the Big-Mouth Emperor tumbled out from inside.

The Big-Mouth Emperor originally wanted to curse a couple of times, but inadvertently catching sight of Jayce standing not far away, the dirty words stuck in his throat were abruptly swallowed back down.

Several ministers who had followed the Big-Mouth Emperor landed on the ground from the helicopters one after another.

"Hm?"

Jayce narrowed his eyes, looking at the Big-Mouth Emperor's panicked expression, and found a few more answers in his heart.

"Your Majesty."

A minister spoke softly in the emperor's ear, gently pushing his back with a finger.

"Damn it, I know."

The Big-Mouth Emperor lowered his head and cursed the minister, then cautiously approached Jayce.

Under Jayce's puzzled gaze, the Big-Mouth Emperor dropped to his knees with a thud, slamming his forehead heavily against the rocks, and spoke with a trembling voice:

"G-Great lord, we surrender! Please spare our people."

Seeing this, the ministers behind him knelt in unison, and the only sounds on the entire mountain peak were the roaring helicopter engines and the wind.

Jayce cast a contemptuous sweep over the kneeling Big-Mouth Emperor, his tone carrying three parts disdain, three parts chill, three parts mockery, and one part casual indifference.

"Ah~ The Big-Mouth emperor has arrived."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

"Know how to surrender now? Not acting so badass anymore?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Hmph, trying to fight the Viltrumite Empire, do you have the strength for it? Given the chance, you just couldn't deliver."

The Big-Mouth Emperor knelt on the ground, not daring to reply, his body trembling for fear that his breathing was too loud and would anger Jayce.

Seeing the other's posture, the contempt in Jayce's eyes grew a few shades stronger.

Refusing easy dishes, they insisted on biting off more than they could chew.

The tough dish had not even been served for an hour yet, and the other party already couldn't stomach it anymore.

Refusing to join the Viltrumite Empire at first, and now begging for mercy, they really were good for nothing.

Jayce raised his right arm, checked the time displayed on his wristband, and slowly spoke:

"Killing your people wasn't for the sake of slaughter, but to deter your overestimation of yourselves."

"Since you've realized your mistake, I think... this deterrence should come to an end."

Hearing Jayce's words, the Big-Mouth Emperor felt a surge of joy, but he was rejoicing far too early.

He only heard Jayce continue to add: "As for you, there is a different punishment."

"Wh—"

The Big-Mouth Emperor's words barely escaped his mouth before his head was stomped to pieces the next second, blood and brain matter splashing onto the surrounding ground.

The Big-Mouth Emperor's headless body also tilted sideways and collapsed to the side.

Jayce withdrew his foot, leaving a very distinct footprint crushed into the ground.

"Take his body and get out of my sight!"

The ministers didn't dare hesitate, hastily shoving the body into the interior of a helicopter and boarding it to leave this terrifying place.

Watching the helicopter completely disappear into the sky, Jayce used his holographic wristband to log the news of Big Mouth Star joining the Viltrumite Empire into the archives.

Then he kicked off with both legs and flew into the distance.

On the other side, above the ruined city.

"Very good, no problem."

Sparta hovered mid-air, looking down at the ruined city that had been wrecked beyond recognition, and nodded in satisfaction.

He still had quite a bit of artistic flair.

Just as he was growing more and more satisfied, Jayce flew in close from the distance.

"Commander."

Jayce first nodded slightly to Sparta, then cast his gaze down onto the destroyed city below.

Noticing the other's gaze, Sparta's heart was not as calm as his facial expression appeared.