Unstoppable

───「 Human POV 」───

"Don't let your guard down. It may not be dead yet. Deploy unmanned vessels to lay proximity mines in its path! We must block its last escape route."

Even as the fleet's relentless bombardment continued, the command center remained disciplined. No one was foolish enough to assume victory just because they had rained fire upon the massive creature for a few minutes.

Godzilla was down, but that didn't mean it was out.

The current attack had momentarily stunned the monster, forcing it into a dazed, immobile state. But once it regained its senses, its survival instincts would kick in. It would attempt to dive into deeper waters, escaping the fleet's relentless assault. That was the natural course of action for a beast like this. The solution? Prevent it from submerging at all costs.

Unmanned submarines were swiftly deployed, diving into the ocean's depths, their mission simple yet crucial: release naval mines directly beneath Godzilla. These weren't just any mines—they were powerful, each one capable of producing an explosion far greater than a standard missile. Nearly a thousand of them were laid out, forming an underwater cage of destruction.

A checkmate.

Godzilla had nowhere left to run.

In the command room, silence hung over the team as they monitored every movement on their screens. The saturation bombardment had continued for fourteen brutal seconds before a ceasefire was ordered. As the smoke and debris settled, the beast showed no signs of further movement. A collective breath of relief spread through the room.

"It's over."

One by one, tension gave way to celebration.

"Phew, we finally won…"

"I wonder what happened to Wangcai?" someone mused.

"Who cares? Let's go for a drink, Commander! We should celebrate this victory in style!"

"We're definitely getting the budget increase now!"

Laughter spread through the command room. The younger officers, many of whom had joined the operation for experience, took the opportunity to joke around. Even the hardened veterans allowed themselves to smile.

"Commander Huang, when we get back, my daughter will be turning one. Think you can come over? I want you to draw lots for her. If she gets yours, she'll be blessed for sure."

"Let's not rush things. We'll talk about it after we return."

"Thanks, Commander! With you drawing the lots, my daughter's future is set!"

"Hey, after this mission, would you be interested in attending my brother's wedding? He's admired you for a long time."

"I'll check my schedule when we're back. But remember, the battle isn't over yet."

"Huang, my father wants to have a discussion with you once we return…"

Commander Huang forced a smile, deflecting the conversations with polite nods. He wasn't opposed to these young officers vying for his attention—after all, his success today meant a significant boost in his career. Many of them came from prominent political families, and they knew full well that after this battle, his future would be set on an upward trajectory.

But something felt… off.

That lingering sense of unease gnawed at him. He frowned, reviewing the battle in his mind. Everything had gone according to plan. The fleet had executed their attacks flawlessly. The saturation bombardment was calculated down to the second. The minefield had sealed off any possible escape routes.

So why did it feel like something was wrong?

What are we missing?

Then, a sudden shift in data made the observers go pale.

"Commander, something's not right…"

Huang snapped to attention, stepping toward the main monitor. "What is it?"

"Godzilla's body temperature is rising."

A chill ran through the room.

"The artillery fire must have breached its outer shell," one officer speculated. "Its internal reactor is probably going haywire. It's most likely dying."

Commander Huang's eyes narrowed. "Just temperature rise? Anything else?"

The analysts exchanged nervous glances. "There's a possibility of an explosion. But we're over twenty nautical miles away, so it shouldn't affect the fleet."

Some officers began nodding in relief. They had read about similar cases in Titan literature—when one of these creatures overheated, it typically signaled their demise. Some had even gone out in massive nuclear-like explosions, their energy sources destabilizing as they perished.

"If it does explode, debris might pose a minor risk," an analyst added. "Shall we create some distance?"

Huang didn't hesitate. "Do it."

Destroyers, frigates, and submarines began retreating, cautiously maneuvering away from Godzilla's position. The creature had remained motionless for over ten minutes. It had to be dead. Right?

But then the sonar readings changed.

The underwater turbulence had settled, allowing the unmanned submarines to gather more precise data on the creature's condition.

And what they found turned their stomachs.

"How… how is this possible?"

The entire room fell silent.

"Surface deformation… 1.3%?"

Someone let out a strangled gasp. "All that firepower… and we barely scratched it?"

"But if it's not injured… then why is its temperature still rising?"

Panic set in. Numbers and readings flooded the screens, each one painting an increasingly horrifying picture. The water around Godzilla was boiling—no, evaporating. The temperature was climbing past 600 degrees. No—700.

It was still rising.

"This isn't a meltdown…" an analyst whispered. "It's doing this on purpose."

Realization hit Commander Huang like a freight train.

The pieces fell into place, the dissonance in his mind clicking together in terrifying clarity. The fleet hadn't made any mistakes. The operation had been executed perfectly.

The problem was never with them.

The problem was with Godzilla.

A low, guttural sound echoed through the depths.

A sound that sent a shiver through every man and woman in the command center.

It had never been on the verge of death. IT had been gathering energy.

It had been preparing.

The heat was not a sign of weakness—it was a sign of an impending attack.

"Notify the entire fleet!" Huang's voice thundered through the command center, snapping everyone out of their stupor. "Evacuate immediately! Get as far away from Godzilla as possible!"

Alarms blared.

Crew members scrambled.

Engines roared to life as ships reversed course at full throttle, desperate to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the monster.