- Dimensional Gods’ Selection: Only I Know Saitama is the Strongest
- OKSTS Chapter 120
**Chapter 120: The Protagonist: Is He Superman??**
“Your task is done—leave the rest to me.” Fang Ye’s tone was calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.
Everyone froze.
“You’re saying… you’ll go in alone to kill all those monsters?” Dan looked incredulous. “Are you joking?” The woman from the future and the old man stared at Fang Ye, equally stunned.
“Is this your plan? A suicide mission?” The woman’s eyes narrowed at him, as if trying to discern what trick he was up to.
“Suicide?” Fang Ye smirked silently, shrugging. “Stay here, and if any escape, then you deal with them.”
Without waiting for a response, Fang Ye strode toward the alien spaceship.
“Wait! I’m coming with you!” Dan called, stepping forward. The woman followed suit, leaving the old man behind to keep watch.
Seeing that they insisted on joining, Fang Ye didn’t argue. He had only suggested they stay back for their own safety. If they were determined to come along, so be it.
Noticing Dan clutching a box of explosives, Fang Ye kicked it out of his hands, shattering it to pieces.
“If you’re coming, then no explosives.”
“Are you insane?” Dan glanced down at the broken fragments before looking back at Fang Ye in disbelief. “Do you realize how dangerous Whitespikes are? You’re going to get us all killed!”
“Shut up!” Fang Ye barked, leaping effortlessly to the entrance of the alien ship, three meters off the ground.
Dan and the woman gaped at the leap, stunned by Fang Ye’s superhuman agility.
“Wow… he’s like Superman,” muttered the old man from behind.
Dan and the woman exchanged a look, then scrambled up the spaceship’s side.
The entrance was blocked by a frozen door.
Upon seeing this, Dan started, “It looks like we’ll need a blowtorch to get this open. Wait here—I’ll get one from the truck!”
“No need,” Fang Ye replied nonchalantly.
Dan watched in bewilderment as Fang Ye raised his fist and punched the frozen door.
“Boom!”
The door shattered under the impact, revealing a dark passage.
Dan and the woman stared at him as if he were a ghost.
“Oh, my God. How are you so strong?” Dan’s voice trembled. “Are you… even human?”
Ignoring him, Fang Ye strode into the spaceship. Dan and the woman hurried to keep up.
The darkness inside the ship suddenly softened, as though the vessel had detected their presence and activated its lighting system.
Dan was surprised. “Even after a thousand years, the ship still has power?”
They continued forward, eventually entering a wide chamber filled with strange, alien corpses. Preserved by the cold, the bodies were largely intact and bore distinctly otherworldly features.
“This must be the control room,” the woman observed, studying the bodies. “These aren’t Whitespikes.”
“They must be the original occupants of the ship,” Dan added, surveying the scene. “It looks like they crashed here.”
Leaving them to their speculations, Fang Ye kept moving, his mind set on the ship’s cargo hold, where he knew the Whitespikes were kept in hibernation.
Soon, they reached the hold, which resembled a prison, segmented into individual cells.
As they entered the first cell, they noticed massive, sac-like structures hanging from the ceiling, resembling incubating pods. Under the red light, the silhouettes of monstrous creatures were visible within each pod.
Every pod contained a Whitespike in deep slumber.
There were about twenty Whitespikes per cell, and there were hundreds of cells throughout the hold.
In other words, this ship was carrying thousands of Whitespikes.
“Maybe we should have brought the explosives after all,” Dan said nervously, clearly worried about waking the creatures. He glanced at Fang Ye, resentful of his decision to kick away the explosives.
The woman took a vial of toxin from her case and loaded it into a syringe.
“If we can kill them quietly, we won’t need explosives,” she muttered, stepping forward to inject the toxin into one of the pods.
Fang Ye watched without stopping her.
He knew that while the toxin would kill a Whitespike, the death cry would wake the others. That was precisely his plan—he wanted every Whitespike in the hold awake and headed for the only exit, where he’d be waiting to take them down.
As the toxin worked, the creature in the pod began to thrash, its body shuddering and convulsing. Soon, its flesh started to dissolve.
“It worked!” Dan cheered.
But his elation turned to horror in an instant. The dying Whitespike emitted a final, ear-splitting scream, rousing the others. One by one, they began tearing through the pods.
“Pop! Pop!”
The pods burst open as Whitespikes dropped to the ground, growling and snapping.
“Damn it!” Dan cursed, releasing his weapon’s safety and aiming at the emerging monsters.
The woman’s expression turned from fear to sheer panic as she also took aim, her dark face pale.
Just as they were about to fire, Fang Ye placed a hand on their weapons, stopping them.
“Relax,” he said calmly. “You two should head outside. I’ve got this.”
Dan started to protest but was silenced by a memory of Fang Ye’s astonishing strength. He nodded, swallowing his objections.
“Are you sure? If we let these creatures escape, it’ll be the end of humanity,” Dan warned.
“Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, not a single one will escape,” Fang Ye assured him.
At that moment, one particularly strong Whitespike spotted them.
“Raaah!”
Its jaws parted in a vicious snarl as it lunged straight for the woman.
She froze, her pupils dilating as she fired.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Bullets peppered the Whitespike’s armored body, to no effect.
Ignoring the shots, the creature continued its charge.
In her final moment of despair, she saw a fist—just an ordinary fist—suddenly appear.