monster Gene Evolution

From above, Alex had a clear view of the battlefield.

The city was a scarred ruin—buildings collapsed, fires smoldered, and Titan tracks crisscrossed the shattered streets like scars across flesh. He hovered effortlessly, scanning the devastation with cold, calculating eyes.

In the distance, he saw them—other Titans, moving toward the epicenter.

Drawn in by the signal of the ORCA, no doubt triggered by that girl… Madison, wasn't it?

But his focus shifted to the smoldering crater where Ghidorah had fallen.

> A shame…

He shook his head slightly in frustration.

All that DNA. Gone.

Reduced to dust by a blast even he would have struggled to survive.

Even if he'd arrived in time, he would have only watched from the edges—a bystander, unable to get close without getting caught in the blast radius.

Still… the loss stung.

>L "A creature that could survive in space," he mused. "Imagine what I could've done with that trait…"

That thought lingered bitterly.

Then his gaze shifted east.

He spotted the Argo—pulling out.

> What are they thinking right now?

Who will they back?

If they chose to intervene on Godzilla's side…

> He wouldn't hesitate.

They'd go first.

And once the skies were clear, he'd finish the King.

After all, what could Godzilla do? He couldn't fly. At best, he'd roar and send Rodan after him—but that wouldn't work either.

Rodan was fast, but Alex was beyond his league now.

Besides, Godzilla wasn't a commander like Ghidorah. He didn't give orders. He fought his own battles—the old way.

Alex respected that, in a way.

> "No hard feelings to them but they would have to go first,"

After all, this was Godzilla's world. The so-called King of the Monsters.

The main character.

And that alone meant the odds were already tilted against him.

Plot armor.

It was real—and not the metaphorical kind. In fictional worlds, being the "hero" came with power that didn't always make sense. Surviving the impossible. Winning the unwinnable. Being saved at the last second.

> "A shitty way of saying the good guys always win."

That's how he saw it.

A Dressed-up words to say: You lose because the script says so.

With a sudden tilt of his wings, he dove.

The wind screamed around him as the ruined city rushed up from below. His form cut through smoke and cloud like a missile, headed straight for Godzilla.

But at the last second—

> SHOOM!

He pulled up hard, wings slamming open with a thunderous snap, air rippling from the shift.

He climbed vertically for a heartbeat—

Then folded his wings.

> BOOOOM.

He dropped like a meteor, landing hard.

The ground cracked beneath him.

A thick cloud of dust erupted outward, obscuring his form.

For a moment, all was still.

Then—

The dust began to settle, revealing a towering shadow, crouched low to the ground.

Opposite him, Godzilla stood unmoving, steam hissing from his nostrils and glaring at him.

The silence stretched.

Alex slowly rose from his crouch, lifting himself upright and stood bipedaly and returned the glare.

In the Argo

On screen, Black Wyvern stood tall, newly transformed—his twin tails flicking, his wings glowing faintly with residual red energy.

Colonel Diane Foster folded her arms as she stared at the footage.

> "And the Black Wyvern has changed again," she said dryly.

"A lot."

Stanton leaned forward, pointing to a live feed.

> "What you're seeing is just the tip of the iceberg.

He's not just bigger He's got a secondary brain now, and his wings and neck are now lined with shock-absorbing cells. That means he can take hits—absorb the kinetic energy—then throw it back when he wants."

Sam exhaled sharply.

> "Godzilla's got his hands full on this one," he muttered.

"He's facing something that has almost everything he has…

Only better."

Sam's eyes suddenly widened.

> "Wait…" he said, turning toward the others.

"If Black Wyvern wins… does that mean he'll kill Godzilla? And get his genetics too?"

A heavy silence fell across the command deck.

Stanton nodded slowly, grim.

> "That's the most likely outcome."

"But… there's also a chance he won't. If Godzilla submits."

Colonel Foster raised a brow.

> "And we all know he won't."

> "Exactly," Stanton said, folding his arms.

"Which means if Godzilla loses... this may very well be his last battle for dominance."

The weight of the words hung in the air.

But Dr. Chen stepped forward, her expression calm—resolute.

> "I believe Godzilla will win."

They all turned to her.

> "He's always defied the odds," she said softly.

"He carries the memory of balance... the will of an ancient guardian.

I believe in him."

Nobody replied.

But everyone knew—this was unlike any challenge Godzilla had ever encountered.

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Godzilla roared, a thunderous, primal sound that shook the wreckage around them. His tail slammed into the ground, cracking stone and concrete.

Across from him, Alex responded in kind—whipping his twin tails around and pounding the ground with his wings. Red lightning danced across his form as he lowered himself, crouching like a coiled beast.

Then—

> He charged.

Godzilla met him head-on.

> BOOOOM!

The impact sent a shockwave tearing t, shattering windows and toppling the structures that remained. Their bodies collided like freight trains.

Godzilla grabbed Alex by the wings, using his sheer mass to push forward. Alex dug in, claws scraping furrows through the ground as he strained to resist.

But Godzilla was heavier—denser—and soon, Alex was forced back.

He lost his footing.

> SLAM!

He hit the ground, the pavement cracking beneath his bulk.

Godzilla raised a foot and brought it down, aiming to crush Alex's skull.

But Alex rolled sharply to the side, narrowly dodging, then pivoted mid-motion—his twin tails whipped outward and cracked across Godzilla's face.

The King of Monsters staggered back, momentarily dazed.

Alex pressed on the onslaught.

> He lunged forward on all fours, quadrupedal and fast,ramming into Godzilla's chest.

The impact pushed Godzilla back several paces before he dug his feet in, stopping his slide.

Then—a familiar glow.

The spines on Godzilla's back lit up one by one, pulsing from base to tip in brilliant blue.

> "Shit."

Alex's eyes narrowed.

Godzilla unleashed his atomic breath.

Alex crossed his wings in front of him and activated his gravity field just as the beam struck.

The energy split against the invisible pressure field—fragmenting into a dozen thinner beams that scorched everything to the sides. Even still, the impact forced Alex backward, claws skidding across molten pavement.

> Then, Godzilla stopped.

Steam rose from Alex's smoking wings.

He lowered them slowly, heat radiating off his armor-like scales.

Even with the gravity field deflecting and dispersing the atomic breath, enough heat had seeped through to burn.

It wasn't crippling—but it stung.

And he knew why he hadn't countered with his own beam.

> His Crimson Resonance takes longer to charge.

And while it's stronger in sheer punch... it's shorter.

Alex's atomic breath—Crimson Resonance—was never meant to function like Godzilla's. It couldn't be fired in long, sustained waves. No, his breath was more like artillery—a high-powered, hyper-compressed blast weapon delivered in short, violent bursts.

It was deadly.

> A single shot could probably blow up a mountain.

But it came with drawbacks.

The beam's deep red color wasn't just for show—it was a result of extreme compression, creating shockwaves, explosive concussive force, and a violent recoil that even he struggled to brace against.

> And the heat?

Unreal.

Every time he used it, the moisture in his mouth instantly vaporized. All the saliva gone—leaving him with a raw, searing dryness that was as painful as it was distracting.but his mouth would quickly produce more saliva

That's why his Crimson Resonance had a cooldown period—an internal safety mechanism to stop him from literally blowing himself up.

Powerful, yes. But it was more like a gunshot, than a hose.

Though he still struggled with the recoil and the heat, Alex could feel it—the output was increasing each time he used it.

> His body was still adjusting.

It made sense—he had only recently evolved into a Titan, and his systems were still calibrating to handle the raw energy coursing through him.

Crimson Resonance wasn't just a weapon—it was a growing organ, adapting with every use. Given time, practice, and enough radiation he would be able to use it like Godzilla and maybe even better.