monster Gene Evolution

Sad news, everyone… 😔

Webnovel has done me dirty and deleted my second MonsterVerse fanfic for some reason. Yeah, I know — pain. And the worst part? I didn't save those chapters as a PDF, so if I want to bring it back, I'd have to rewrite everything from scratch. 😩

To be honest, the updates on that fanfic were already kinda slow since I was trying hard not to make it too similar to my first one. Balancing both was tricky.

BUT — if you guys really want me to rewrite it, I'll gladly do it. That said, I'm also offering an alternative:

👉 Either I replace that slot with a new fanfic,

👉 Or we leave things as they are and focus on the current ones.

I'll leave that decision up to you! Drop your thoughts in the comments.

Anyway, here's the chapter! And don't forget to throw those Power Stones my way — I know you've been holding out on me! 😏💎

After an entire month of absorbing raw radiation in the depths of Nevada, Alex finally stirred. His body had soaked in every particle it could hold, and now it was time to move.

With a powerful beat of his wings, he launched into the skies. The desert wind howled around his titanic form as he soared across the continent, a dark silhouette casting an ominous shadow below. Hours later, the familiar shape of Isla Nublar came into view, rising from the ocean like an ancient fortress.

He descended with a quiet rumble, wings folding as he landed inside the great dome—his domain. It remained untouched, still shielded by the reinforced perimeter Monarch had constructed long ago. Whatever battle scars the world bore, this place remained sacred.

As his claws dug gently into the earth, Alex felt it again.Exhaustion.

Ever since he had evolved into a Titan-class creature, his actions had taken a toll—not immediately, but afterward. Flying across continents. Firing atomic breath. Wrestling apex predators.

It never drained him like before, but instead… slowed him. Pulled at him. As if his body demanded stillness to realign itself.

He remembered something then. A pattern. Godzilla—how after every major battle, the King of the Monsters would disappear to hibernate.

Now Alex understood.

His body was different. Larger. More energy-intensive.And right now, he had collected more than enough radiation to sustain him through a long period of internal growth.

His tail coiled around the center of the dome. His wings folded gently along his sides. And his head rested, eyes dimming slowly as a soft hum of energy pulsed within his core.

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Three Years Later

Apex Cybernetics Facility — Pensacola, Florida

Evacuation alarms shrieked through the corridors, red lights strobing wildly as chaos consumed the Apex Cybernetics compound. Scientists, engineers, and security officers flooded the exits, their panicked voices drowned out by the deafening wail of sirens and the deep rumble that came from beyond the waves.

Out in the Atlantic, the ocean churned violently.

Then… a glowing silhouette emerged from beneath the surface.

Water split like a curtain as a colossal shape surged forward—unstoppable, ancient, and furious.

Godzilla.

He loomed just off the coast, his dorsal fins ablaze with blue fire, casting a terrifying glow across the darkened sky. With a guttural roar, he rose further from the sea, and in one seamless motion, unleashed a searing beam of atomic breath.

The sky lit up as the beam tore through the incoming fighter jets, reducing them to flaming wreckage. He turned, dragging the beam across the facility's outer defenses—melting steel, shattering reinforced glass, and sending fireballs erupting into the air.

Explosions rocked the earth.

Towers collapsed.

Screams were lost in the inferno.

Amid the destruction, deep within the heart of the facility, a small red device mounted near a heavily shielded chamber began to pulse—slowly, ominously.

POM. POM. POM.

A rhythmic signal. A biocoustic transmission. But not just any frequency.

One that echoed across time.

One that once summoned storms.

The frequency of a king.

A flash of yellow lightning crackled for a split second as the device surged with energy—releasing the faint, distorted screech of a familiar monster.

Ghidorah.

Isla Nublar – Alex's Dome

Deep within his hibernation chamber, Alex stirred.

A faint pulse echoed across his senses—a deep, resonating biocoustic frequency that pierced even his rest. Two signals. One he recognized immediately: Godzilla. The other…

His eyes snapped open.

Ghidorah.

"So… they've done it," Alex thought, rising from his dome as dust and stone fell from his massive frame. Stretching his wings, he wasted no time. With a powerful beat of his wings, he launched into the skies, a titan awakened.

He soared across the Pacific, and by early morning, arrived in Florida.

Down below, workers clearing the wreckage of the Apex facility looked up—and froze.

The Black Wyvern had returned.

Panic spread like wildfire as evacuation alarms blared for the second time in hours. Jets scrambled. Civilians fled. The last time they had seen this beast, he'd turned the sky red and the ground to ash.

Alex hovered, observing the ruined facility, the scent of scorched metal and ozone still thick in the air. But there was something missing.

"Godzilla never stepped on land."

He could tell. There was no scent, no footprints, no residue of his atomic presence beyond the blast zone. Godzilla had attacked—but only from the sea.

A loophole.

"So that's how he did it… still technically not a violation." Alex narrowed his gaze. "But you still attacked my land, lizard. There will be repercussions... just not today."

There were bigger concerns.

Apex had started building MechaGodzilla.

And Alex knew exactly where.

Hong Kong.

He didn't need a trail or a clue—he remembered from his past life. He would strike before they completed the energy transfer. Without delays.

With that thought, he beat his wings and soared eastward.

But then—missiles.

A squadron of jets locked onto him, the streaks of smoke and fire trailing as they unleashed payloads. Alex didn't even sigh.

"Not this again."

As the missiles came within range of his gravitational field, they abruptly twisted—veering off-course and spinning wildly, some detonating mid-air, others spiraling into the ocean or crashing into the forests below.

His eyes closed for a moment as he built a surge of bioelectricity through his body. The power gathered at his core, humming like a living storm.

Then—

BOOM.

A pulse of raw electromagnetic force rippled outward, an EMP wave that swallowed the skies.

The jets blinked out—cockpits dark, engines stalling—as one by one, they dropped from the air like puppets with cut strings.

Alex didn't even look back.

His wings caught the sunrise as he vanished into the clouds—heading for Hong Kong.

Monarch Relief Camp – Florida

The camp was a flurry of movement—personnel rushing, equipment being packed or deployed, and alarms still fading in the distance. But amid the chaos, Maddison Russell walked quickly behind her father, her voice laced with urgency.

"Dad, I'm telling you—there's something we're missing here!" Maddison said, nearly jogging to keep up with him. "Why would Godzilla risk a conflict with the Black Wyvern unless he was threatened by something? Godzilla only attacks when provoked—same as the Wyvern!"

Dr. Mark Russell didn't stop walking, eyes fixed ahead, jaw clenched. Stress lined every movement, and he clearly wasn't in the mood for debate.

"Maddison, that podcast you're always listening to has filled your head with conspiracy garbage," he snapped, stepping around a cluster of technicians. "You should be in school—not chasing shadows and monsters."

Maddison quickly sidestepped in front of him, blocking his path. "I just want to help."

Mark halted, sighing in frustration. "And I want you safe," he said, placing both hands on her shoulders, his tone softening. "We had a plan for peace—Godzilla was that plan. But now? Now he's turned hostile. Everything we've worked for is going up in flames."

"But you're not asking why, Dad!" she argued. "What changed? What pushed him over the edge?"

"Creatures—like people—can change," Mark said, his voice lower now, tired. "And sometimes, not for the better."

He released her shoulders and stepped back, the exhaustion in his eyes unmistakable. "I already have too much on my plate, Maddi. The last thing I need is to worry about my daughter getting caught in the crossfire."

There was a beat of silence between them. Then, Maddison took a small step back.

"Fine," she said quietly. "See you at home, Dad."

She turned and walked away, leaving Mark staring after her with a heavy heart.

In Hong Kong

Alex landed with a thunderous crash, the impact sending shockwaves through the glass and steel canyons of the city. He had expected to find Apex Cybernetics' secret facility hidden beneath the skyline—but what he found instead made his eye twitch.

Shao Industries.

The entire sector was plastered with the logo—on rooftops, holo-billboards, and even on the automated drones now circling him from above.

> "What the actual hell… this company too?" Alex thought, narrowing his eyes. "So they're not just Pacific Rim-exclusive anymore. Great."it wasn't actually too surprising since there were kaijus in this world.

He was annoyed, but not surprised. If Shao Industries had replaced Apex, then fighting Ghidorah reincarnated in a mechanical body was inevitable. The threat hadn't been removed it meant it was just elsewhere.

> "No use lingering here," Alex thought with a growl, spreading his wings.

Just as he was about to leave, a deep WHUM-WHUM-WHUM echoed in the distance.

The buzzing of helicopter blades—loud, and heavy.

Alex turned his head.

Nine massive helicopter-jet hybrids were approaching, their engines screaming under strain as they carried three Jaegers beneath them—each over 70 meters tall.

They were nothing like the old Gipsy Danger. These were sleeker, bulkier, high-tech death machines clearly designed for one purpose: to fight Titans.

Alex's eyes narrowed. It wasn't the confrontation that irritated him—it was the timing.

> "I'm not even in the mood for this bullshit," he thought, his dorsal spines beginning to glow.

The Jaegers were released midair, slamming into the ground and sending dust and concrete flying. Without pause, they began jogging toward him, servos hissing, ground trembling.

Alex opened his maw, red light pouring from his throat like molten blood as he built up charge. His Crimson Resonance gathered in intensity, crackling with unstable power.

The lead Jaeger suddenly halted and raised its right arm. With a hiss, a blue emitter extended from the forearm, projecting a high-density plasma shield.

Alex released his beam.

A thick crimson lance of energy tore through the air and slammed into the shield. For a moment, it held—the beam splitting to the sides as it was redirected.

The two Jaegers behind the lead took shelter behind it, letting the frontliner tank the hit.

But Alex didn't stop. He increased output, pouring more energy into the blast.

The shield cracked.

Then shattered.

The beam punched clean through the lead Jaeger's forearm, vaporizing the limb in an instant, before drilling into its chest. Molten slag burst from its torso as Alex finally cut off the beam.

The Jaeger staggered, then collapsed, one arm gone and its core melted from within.

Alex let out a sharp hiss and charged forward, his wings folding back as he barreled toward the remaining two Jaegers like a living meteor.

The other two moved to intercept, energy cores flaring, fists clenched.

They wanted a fight.

Alex was going to give them one.

End of chapter.