GTAG Chapter 14: An Interesting World
Godzilla had searched for new worlds countless times.
At last, he found one. And it was a very interesting one indeed.
The Mist.
A seemingly ordinary small town was suddenly engulfed by a mysterious fog.
The entire town became cut off from the outside world. Phones went dead, no signals at all—it was as if the town had been severed from reality itself.
But far more terrifying were the creatures lurking within the mist.
They hunted and killed humans one after another.
What impressed Godzilla the most was the story of the main character, who tried to escape the town with his son and a few companions.
Running out of gas, trapped in the mist, and surrounded by monsters, they chose suicide.
But there was one bullet fewer than the number of people.
After killing everyone—including his own son—the man broke completely.
He opened the car door, ready to run into the fog and die.
And then, the military arrived.
They burned away the mist with flamethrowers and marched in with heavy weapons.
If the group had waited just a few minutes more, they would have been saved.
Anyone who sees that ending is left shaken.
Equally unforgettable were the fanatical cultists, spreading madness and death within the town.
As the saying goes: in the apocalypse, kill the zealots first and your chances of survival soar.
But such human wisdom was useless to Godzilla.
His interest lay not in the humans, but in the monsters within the fog.
Clearly, those creatures were not of Earth. They came from another world.
And the most intriguing part—those monsters had entered through a "window," a rift that linked their world to The Mist.
Which meant, if Godzilla could find that "window," he could step through into yet another world.
A two-for-one deal.
Godzilla did not immediately enter. Instead, he adjusted his form.
The fogbound town was on land, far from the sea. His current shape was less than convenient.
Transformation was second nature to him now. Within minutes, it was done.
Once his energy reserves were full, Godzilla moved into The Mist.
…
Boom!
A thunderous roar split the sky.
Godzilla had arrived.
When his feet struck the earth, the ground trembled as though an earthquake had struck.
The town, already suffocated by silence, now stirred restlessly at this intrusion.
Those hiding in their homes felt dread at the vibrations beneath their feet.
An earthquake? Or a military strike?
Neither possibility offered hope.
If it was an earthquake, their houses would bury them alive.
If it was the military, missiles might fall on their heads.
Some even prayed it was just a gas explosion.
The truth was far stranger.
Godzilla took in the thick fog and knew he had entered the town.
His radar confirmed it.
And as he walked, the heat radiating from his body burned away the mist.
Everywhere he passed, the fog vanished.
Through their windows, survivors watched in shock.
Eyes widened. Breath caught.
They could not believe such a massive creature existed.
Terror swelled.
If that monster rampaged, the town would be reduced to rubble within minutes.
Some even imagined their own deaths beneath its colossal feet.
But Godzilla did not destroy the town. Instead, he turned and walked toward a distant mountain.
Relief flooded many hearts.
Humans were not the only ones grateful. The fog-born monsters also froze, then fled.
Unlike humans, they knew exactly how dangerous Godzilla was.
The instant he appeared, small creatures dropped into stillness, feigning death. Larger ones bolted in terror.
Godzilla considered hunting them, devouring each one to taste their power.
But compared to these minor creatures confined to a small town, the monsters on the other side of the "window" were far more tempting.
His radar detected an anomaly ahead. Without hesitation, he advanced.
The closer he came, the more unstable the space around him grew—like a hole torn open in the fabric of reality.
Sensitive to distortions in time and space, Godzilla felt an instinctive resistance, as though the world might shatter around him.
But he knew it was only an illusion.
He pressed forward.
Before long, he reached the remnants of human buildings, splattered with blood.
Some was human's. The rest—monstrous colors, strange and unnatural.
Curiously, there were no bodies.
Perhaps they had been dragged off. Or maybe the monsters themselves dissolved into pools of blood when slain.
Whether all of them shared this trait, Godzilla could not yet tell.
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