Chapter 159: The Underground Alien Spaceship

Rushing toward the apartment pinpointed by Charles, they found it looked like an ordinary residential building on the surface, with a security guard dozing off right in front of the main entrance.

Seeing Tie Zhongxiao charge toward the apartment, the guard did not waste a word; he instantly pulled a long rifle out from beneath his desk.

However, Tie Zhongxiao’s reaction was even faster. With a single punch, he sent the guard flying against the wall. Then, he slapped the elevator buttons twice. Following two dull, heavy thuds, the elevator cables were directly snapped and shattered by the force of Tie Zhongxiao’s strike.

Only then did Ou Xiaolu and the others rush in, setting Charles down. Ou Xiaolu glanced around and noticed that while the apartment appeared normal enough at first glance, the decorative details were filled with twisted, mocking smiling faces.

"Looks like this is the place." Ou Xiaolu turned his head to look at Charles. "Don't be nervous. Close your eyes, use your imagination, and think about where the alien spaceship might be."

Charles wore a bewildered expression. You're asking me about this kind of thing? I'm not an alien, alright?

Yet, since they had already made it this far, Charles had no choice but to try. He tightly closed his eyes and began to think earnestly. Finally, Charles decisively slapped his hands together. "Does it mean whatever I imagine will become reality?"

Ou Xiaolu paused for a moment before finally nodding.

"Then let's go to the second floor. If it were me, I definitely would have placed the entrance on the second floor."

Ou Xiaolu gave Charles a skeptical look. "Alright, this is your adventure. You call the shots."

Upon hearing this, Charles bolted toward the stairwell. Rushing up to the second floor, he pointed at a specific room. "Placing the entrance on the second floor makes it look more normal. After all, walking straight toward the basement right after entering an apartment building would definitely arouse suspicion.

So, what should we do once we reach the second floor? We just need to turn this room into a direct vertical passage. If it were me, I would choose this spot, because right here..."

Before Charles could finish his sentence, Ou Xiaolu kicked the door wide open. Behind the door lay an ordinary apartment room, save for one distinct feature: a gigantic mural covering the entire wall.

The mural looked somewhat similar to Charles's oil paintings, depicting laboratories inside a massive spaceship.

Gazing at the painting, Ou Xiaolu and the others knew they had come to the right place. Charles pointed at a wardrobe directly opposite the mural and declared, "The passage should be right here."

The wardrobe was quite strange as well. Its position was jammed right into a blind spot of human vision, and it extended all the way up to the ceiling, entirely unlike a normal wardrobe that only reached about two-thirds of the room's height.

"It looks like this should be a downward elevator," Ou Xiaolu quickly judged. "Should we take the elevator down, or smash our way through?"

Charles was taken aback. He was a man who had read comic books and watched television; he knew that under no circumstances should one take the elevator in a situation like this—who knew what might be lurking inside? Yet, if they were expected to smash their way down, he had no idea how one even went about doing that.

At that moment, Tie Zhongxiao made the choice for him. With a single strike against the wardrobe, he shattered it completely, revealing a black, downward-leading passage.

Ou Xiaolu peered down into the opening and discovered that the shaft was at least a hundred meters deep, with gusts of chilly wind occasionally blowing up from below.

Without hesitation, Ou Xiaolu grabbed Charles and transformed into a streak of purple electricity, plunging straight down. Tie Zhongxiao was the most straightforward of all; he simply stepped forward and leaped directly into the abyss, completely unconcerned about the impact such a height might have on him.

Emilia lacked the supernatural abilities of Ou Xiaolu and Tie Zhongxiao, but she had her own methods. She summoned her round shield, pressed it against the empty air, and a temporary ice slide materialized before her, allowing her to smoothly glide down.

Upon landing, Ou Xiaolu tossed Charles onto the ground and couldn't help muttering, "This exceeds all imagination."

Indeed, the moment they hit the ground, they laid eyes on the alien spaceship depicted in Charles's paintings. The portion of the vessel that had been excavated was nearly fifty meters tall. The hull was entirely metallic, and surrounding the ship were blue crystal gates of varying sizes. Right in front of several gates, heavy drilling equipment was actively operating.

Noticing that Ou Xiaolu and his group had descended, all the operators working the drilling machinery turned their heads toward them. Ou Xiaolu observed that their faces were caked with white powder and exaggerated red lipstick, making them look precisely like a troupe of clowns.

Instead of retreating upon seeing outsiders, they raised their tools and charged straight at the group.

Ou Xiaolu drew his longsword and stepped forward to meet them head-on. These enemies were essentially free experience points anyway. Tie Zhongxiao was already formidable enough, so there was no need to compete with him for these grunts.

Just as Ou Xiaolu had anticipated, Tie Zhongxiao merely glanced at the clowns and showed no intention of fighting. These fellows offered zero challenge; beating them up was a waste of time compared to practicing his fist techniques on the sidelines.

Emilia, on the other hand, excitedly drew her weapon and began competing with Ou Xiaolu for the kills, leaving Ou Xiaolu jumping with frustration as he hurried to dispatch the remaining combat-capable clowns.

Working like they were in a race, the two of them cleared out every single clown in the area in no time.

Once the battle concluded, Ou Xiaolu noticed that Charles was already standing before one of the crystal gates, staring intently at the constantly shifting, bizarre runes carved into the door, as if he were trying to decipher something.

"Can you read that?" Ou Xiaolu walked over to Charles and asked.

Charles shook his head. "Can't read it. I just have a feeling we're supposed to go through here. The others took completely the wrong route."

Ou Xiaolu glanced back at the fallen clowns on the ground, then looked at the crude tunnel they had forcibly hacked open. "Fine. If you say they took the wrong route, then they took the wrong route. So, how do you plan on getting inside now?"

Before Charles could reply, Emilia called out from nearby, "Ou, look what I've discovered!"

Ou Xiaolu patted Charles on the shoulder and said, "Don't rush. All of this belongs to you; take your time and figure it out."

With that, he transformed into purple electricity and flew over to Emilia.

It turned out that Emilia had already walked deeper into the interior of the spaceship via a tunnel that someone else had previously excavated. Rows upon rows of clothing racks stood here, which presumably once held items resembling battle armor.

Ou Xiaolu noticed that labels such as N, R, SR, and SSR were marked on the racks. He figured these must be classification sizes for the aliens. Judging by the quantities, N and R were the most abundant, while SSR armor pieces were practically nonexistent, suggesting that such sizes were exceedingly rare among the alien race.

Emilia was holding a piece of fabric that looked like a black scale, pulling and tugging on it with all her might.

"Ou, look at this. This kind of fabric seems incredibly durable. If all the armor here is made of this stuff, their defense must be off the charts."

Ou Xiaolu took the fabric fragment and inspected it, noting that the edges had been forcibly severed by a sharp cut. He offered a word of reassurance, "Don't worry, their defense has its limits. Besides, don't we still have tools capable of piercing through any defense?"