GTAG Chapter 11: Return
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Even from ten thousand meters above the ground, the crew inside the spacecraft could faintly hear the sound of mountains being torn apart.
They watched helplessly as the monster below destroyed one Engineer ship after another.
Zooming in, they could clearly see the creature rummaging through the ships, as if searching for something.
An odd feeling came over them—it looked like the monster was foraging for food, much like animals digging through soil in search of nourishment.
Everyone aboard the research vessel felt a heavy weight on their hearts.
They were forced to watch as the creature dismantled ship after ship, powerless to stop it. Not a word was spoken for a long while.
It wasn't just that they were a civilian research vessel; even if they had been a warship, none of them dared to attack.
They had seen what the monster could do. A single radioactive beam from its mouth had cleaved a ship clean in half.
If they made even the slightest aggressive move, wouldn't their fate be the same?
For the sake of survival, the crew came to the same conclusion without even speaking it aloud:
Wait for the monster to leave.
Some even argued that their current altitude wasn't safe enough. Perhaps they should fly higher?
On the ground, after Godzilla had dragged out every last drop of Black Liquid from the ships buried in the valley, he cast one final look at the scarred landscape and departed.
He wanted to search for more Engineer ships elsewhere—and perhaps explore what made this alien world so different from Earth.
Only after confirming that Godzilla had gone did the Prometheus crew dare to descend.
Against such a creature, they had no means of defense. Their only option had been to run.
"My God… what is that monster?"
Upon landing, they realized something terrifying—wherever Godzilla had lingered, massive amounts of radiation lingered in the soil. Especially in places where he had unleashed his atomic breath, the levels were staggering.
The only relief was that the half-life of the radiation was short. With protective suits, they could still salvage wreckage in the meantime.
But there was one problem: two of their crew were still inside the ship Godzilla had cut apart.
Truthfully, few believed those two had survived. Under such devastation, no living being should have.
But the ship's determined heroine refused to abandon them. She volunteered to search the wreck herself, unwilling to force others to follow.
In the end, she was joined by her lover and the android, David.
It was ironic—David, as a synthetic, was at greater risk than anyone. A single breach in his suit would fry his systems permanently. No repair possible.
But he was still the one who followed without hesitation.
And against all odds, the two missing crew members were alive.
Though battered by radiation, their bones fractured in dozens of places, their organs bleeding—they had survived.
The others on the ship could only stare in disbelief, their expressions tangled with relief and unease.
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Meanwhile, Godzilla trekked across the barren planet, where no life stirred except for the Xenomorphs—and the few humans who had crash-landed here.
Curiously, the Xenomorphs, who once attacked him without hesitation, no longer showed hostility.
Instead, they groveled at his feet, submitting completely.
Even the towering Xenomorph Queens, normally the height of several meters, seemed like insects at his claws.
Truly—groveling beneath his feet.
Godzilla dismissed them with a rumble, ordering them to scatter. He had no interest in ruling over Xenomorphs.
This was not Earth, and its time cycles were meaningless to him. He did not bother to calculate its rotation or orbits.
After three local sunsets—three alien days—Godzilla finally reached something that made his massive heart stir: an endless ocean.
He had passed lakes and rivers before, but none had been large enough for him to stretch his full power.
This was different. This was boundless water.
Joy surged through him as he waded into the surf.
Soon, his colossal body vanished beneath the waves, his form shifting into one more suited for the sea.
This aquatic shape was the one he found most natural, most comfortable.
Compared to walking the land, nothing compared to gliding through the ocean depths.
In those alien waters, Godzilla discovered fish he had never seen before.
He devoured them all.
To digest them, he even re-evolved his long-dormant stomach, reshaping his tongue as well.
After consuming every unfamiliar species he could find, Godzilla grew bored. This world no longer offered him anything of value.
With a thought, he willed himself back to his original world.
He emerged at the very place he had left.
The only question—how long had he been gone?
The energy of his dimensional travel carried the essence of both space and time.
By his observation and calculations, no more than a single day had passed.
Satisfied with that, he relaxed. Any longer, and he would not have risked it.
If he disappeared for decades or centuries while journeying through other worlds, that would be unacceptable.
Because he had not forgotten—back in his world, humanity still watched him with hungry eyes.
Who knew what new weapons they might have built during his absence, designed specifically to bring him down?
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