Chapter 35
Yeah yeah, I know what I said before...
But guess what? I found a small window of free time, so I used it to whip up this chapter real quick!
It might have a few typos here and there — I typed it on my phone and rushed a bit — but hey, something's better than nothing, right? So don't let my effort go to waste… drop those Power Stones!
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A battle raged in Boston.
Skyscrapers collapsed, their steel skeletons crumbling under the weight of destruction. Fires roared through the streets. Debris littered the ground. And at the center of it all—
Godzilla and Ghidorah were locked in a brutal, earth-shaking duel.
Jet fighters screamed overhead, dodging lightning and energy beams as they launched missiles to aid Godzilla. The King of the Monsters had arrived just in time — saving Madison from being vaporized by Ghidorah's gravity beams as she fled through the wreckage, the ORCA clutched tightly in her arms.
Her plan had worked.
> Maybe too well.
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Aboard the Argo…
"Is it me, or has Godzilla been working out?" Sam asked, eyes wide as he stared at the main screen.
"Serizawa got that lizard juiced," Stanton muttered, arms folded and mouth half-curled in a smirk.
Then Stanton's smirk faded as he glanced at the radiation monitors.
"Ohh boy… his radiation levels are off the charts," he said, voice tightening. "He's climbing to critical mass."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, brows furrowed.
"I mean," Stanton replied, turning to face them,
> "in about fifteen minutes, he's going to go nuclear."
The bridge fell silent for a heartbeat.
Sam quickly turned to the comms console. "Mark, you need to get Madison and the ORCA now. You've got fifteen minutes before Godzilla explodes."
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Aboard the rescue chopper…
Mark Russell adjusted his headset as the message came through, the wind whipping through the open side door.
"Got it," he replied. "We're inbound to her location now. What's the situation in Japan?"
Back aboard the Argo, Colonel Diane Foster stepped forward.
"Black Wyvern has eliminated one of the unidentified titans," she reported. "He's now engaging the other two."
There was a pause on the line.
Then Mark said what they were all thinking.
> "Let's hope he wins."
Back at the Argo
"You do realize," Sam said slowly, eyes still locked on the screen, "that when Black Wyvern wins in Japan… he's coming for Ghidorah."
He turned toward Colonel Diane Foster.
"And if Ghidorah's already been taken care of by then... he'll set his sights on Godzilla."
Colonel Foster narrowed her eyes, catching his meaning.
> "So what you're really asking is… should we support Godzilla when that time comes?"
The room fell quiet.
Everyone aboard the Argo understood what it meant:
One titan defending the Earth...
The other refusing to bow.
The silence was broken only by the low hum of the ship and the distant rumble of thunder echoing from the storm over Boston.
Dr. Chen looked down, then up, her voice calm but heavy with meaning.
> "Then we let nature take its course."
She paused. Her eyes glistened with memory.
> "As Serizawa would say... Let them fight."
As much as they were fond of Godzilla, everyone aboard the Argo knew the truth:
> This was not a fight they should intervene in.
They had no real justification. Boston was already destroyed — reduced to ash and rubble. They couldn't claim to be protecting human lives anymore since they had been long evacuated. And what was unfolding between these titans… was bigger than them.
Black Wyvern's actions had made it clear.
> He wasn't just fighting monsters in Japan.
He was defending territory.
Territory that—until now—had belonged to Godzilla.
Whether it was instinct, aggression, or the assertion of a new Alpha, Black Wyvern was acting like a ruler. He wasn't rampaging. He was establishing dominance. Holding the line. Crushing rivals before they could spread.
And maybe… just maybe…
> A new Alpha wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Black Wyvern looked stronger. He could fly. He could swim. He wasn't bound to the sea like Godzilla. He could respond faster, cover more ground, and take the fight to enemies before they reached civilization.
Dr. Chen silently considered this as the others exchanged tense glances.
> Godzilla had been a protector.
But even protectors could fall.
And Black Wyvern was waiting.
All they could do now—
Was help Godzilla defeat Ghidorah…
And then…
> Leave.
Because once this battle was over, another one would begin.A battle to decide whether Godzilla remains a the King or a new King rises.
Back in Japan.
Ding!
> You have killed: Mega Kaiju
+10,000 EVs
Alex barely glanced at the system message. His eyes were already locked onto the next target — the closest of the remaining Mega Kaiju, still snarling, still unaware of what was coming.
With a sharp beat of his wings, he took off, claws extended.
He slammed into the beast from above, landing hard on its back. The Mega Kaiju shrieked and began to thrash wildly, trying to shake him off. Its twin razor-sharp tails whipped around, attempting to impale him.
But Alex was faster.
He twisted his neck and with a flash of fangs, bit down on both tails, clamping his jaws with crushing force. Then—
> Rip!
He yanked his head back, ripping both tails clean off in a spray of dark blue blood. The Kaiju screeched in agony beneath him.
That's when he saw the third Kaiju charging toward him, claws outstretched.
Alex didn't hesitate.
He activated his gravity field, lightening his own mass—and that of the still-thrashing Kaiju pinned beneath him.
In one powerful motion, he took off again—carrying the Kaiju into the sky with his tail wrapped tightly around it.
The third Kaiju lunged—
> But missed by seconds.
Alex soared above the clouds, the wind roaring past him as his wings sliced the air. The Kaiju in his grasp thrashed helplessly, confused and bleeding, high above the battlefield.
Then Alex angled downward, folding his wings tight to his sides as he dove like a meteor, dragging the creature with him.
He aimed for the third Kaiju.
As they neared the ground, Alex released his grip—and the wounded Kaiju became a living missile, spiraling downward in a blur of scales and blood.
> BOOOOOOM!
The two Mega Kaiju slammed together in an explosion of blue blood and pulverized earth. A shockwave rippled across the ruined city, flattening nearby structures and blasting dust into the air.
Alex pulled up at the last second, wings flaring as he glided above the devastation, looking back at the wreckage beneath him as he circled around.
Ding!
> You have killed: Mega Kaiju
+10,000 EVs
+10,000 EVs
Alex hovered in the smoky skies above the cratered battlefield, staring down at the twisted, motionless remains of the two Mega Kaiju below.
> Satisfaction.
He gave a low, rumbling exhale — not quite a roar, not quite a sigh — just enough to show his approval of his own work.
This had been an entirely new move. Something he'd never tried before.
Inspired by Ghidorah's aerial throws, jet drop bombs, and falcon takedowns, he'd decided—
> "Why dive-bomb myself when I can make them dive-bomb for me?"
And it had worked beautifully.
Still… he knew it wouldn't be effective against everyone.
Godzilla could easily counter it with a mid-air atomic blast and at that range things would be ugly, and Kong… well, Kong would probably just punch his way out of his grip.
> It was a finisher that needed perfect timing.
But he'd take the win.
Alex turned away from the battlefield, wings spreading wide as he caught a thermal updraft.
> "Well, my job is done here."
"Crisis averted."
With a powerful beat of his wings, he ascended back into the sky, the wind surging around his massive form.
> Next destination: Boston.
And this time, it wouldn't be a Kaiju waiting for him.
> It would be the King.
You're expressing a strong point here — Alex
Waiting for Godzilla to recover just for the sake of a "fair fight" even though he wants it would be—
> Beyond foolish.
It wasn't bravery.
It wasn't honor.
It would be suicide dressed up as pride.
What use was intelligence, planning, or evolution if he just threw it all away to give his enemy a better shot at killing him?
> "I'm not a damn samurai."
This was a fight between Titans — not a spar between warriors.
And Alex wasn't here to play hero. He was here to win.
> Let Godzilla fight Ghidorah.
Burn his energy.
Alex would wait for the right moment then jump him.