GTAG Chapter 16: The Mountain Range
Of course, Godzilla did not always use his enhanced atomic breath.
Sometimes he left it as a gamble—would the scavengers who tried to snatch his kills be lucky, or would they suffer?
In this way, he amused himself while leaving that vast, seemingly endless forest behind.
When he reached the grassland, he didn't slow down. To him, forest or prairie, there was little difference.
Yet the moment he entered the plains, he received a rather unusual welcome.
The grassland was eerily quiet, most creatures having already sensed his approach and fled. Only his heavy footsteps echoed through the silence.
Then, the ground beneath him shifted strangely.
What?
Godzilla paused and looked down just as the earth collapsed, and a massive worm burst out of the soil.
It was a fleshy white creature, nearly a hundred meters long. At its head, there were no eyes—only a massive, abyssal maw filled with countless razor teeth, like an enormous meat grinder.
That cavernous mouth clamped down on Godzilla's leg, trying in vain to shred it apart.
But no matter how hard the worm's maw worked, it could barely scratch his claws, leaving only faint white marks.
Frustrated, the worm coiled its immense body around Godzilla like a snake, trying to crush him.
Godzilla stared down at the pale worm, speechless.
Where did this idiot crawl out from?
Did it really lack intelligence entirely?
Given its size and terrifying jaws, it probably never needed wit. Few creatures could escape its ambush, so perhaps it never evolved a brain worth mentioning.
But today it had chosen the wrong prey.
The worm managed to coil around his legs, but could go no further. Godzilla raised his claws, ready to rip it apart and free himself.
Then he had another idea.
Opening his jaws, he spewed atomic fire like a flamethrower, spraying the worm directly.
A shrill screech tore from the creature's mouth as it thrashed, trying to pull away.
But Godzilla pinned it with one massive foot, and within a minute the worm was roasted alive, filling the air with a surprisingly appetizing aroma.
Ignoring his scorched jaws from the wide flame spread, Godzilla lifted the worm and began devouring it eagerly.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
For once, he showed genuine satisfaction.
Since coming to this world, he had eaten all kinds of creatures—most of them had tasted awful. This one was different. Its flesh was rich, savory, and tender.
Climbing out of the fifty-meter pit with the roasted worm clenched in his jaws, he soon felt the earth tremble again.
Another giant worm erupted from below, jaws snapping onto his leg.
A free meal? Godzilla wasn't about to let it go.
Pinning the new worm down, he unleashed a steadier, lower-temperature beam. It took nearly ten minutes to finish it, as he deliberately lowered the intensity—more like searing white heat than pure atomic fire.
But it wasn't cooked yet.
So he spent another thirty minutes patiently roasting it until its hide was blackened and crisp.
This time, instead of hauling it out to eat on the move, he leapt lightly and settled his bulk on the edge of the pit, feasting in place.
Clearly, this grassland was crawling with such worms.
The thought alone made him decide to linger for a while.
So Godzilla wandered the plains, drawing out more worms with the tremors of his massive steps. Their primitive hunting relied on vibrations, and his movements were impossible to ignore.
Meanwhile, other monsters fled their territories in panic. When they finally settled somewhere safe, Godzilla's wandering would bring him right into their new homes, forcing them to migrate again.
The entire grassland fell into chaos because of him, but Godzilla didn't care. He only cared about whether more worms would appear.
Of course, he didn't eat worms alone—he hunted other beasts too, discovering that some actually tasted decent.
But after several days, even the worms stopped showing up, and the edible monsters were gone as well.
There was no point staying any longer.
His next target loomed ahead: a towering mountain range that stretched so high even his vision could not find its peak.
Its length was staggering, almost as if it divided the entire continent in half.
Since becoming Godzilla, he had never tried climbing a mountain. This one stirred his fighting spirit.
Without hesitation, he advanced quickly, his steps almost light with anticipation.
Though it looked close, it took him nearly half an hour to reach the base.
Without pause, Godzilla began to climb.
And to his surprise, it wasn't difficult at all. Using both claws and legs, he scaled the slopes with ease, quickly reaching considerable heights.
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