GTAG Chapter 17: Wandering
As the slope grew steeper, Godzilla found that no matter how tightly his claws gripped the rocks, he kept slipping.
The rocks crumbled like tofu. If his claws only dug into a shallow layer, it could never hold his weight.
So the pits carved into the mountainside by his climbing grew deeper and deeper.
He wouldn't stop until his arms sank halfway into the stone.
Then Godzilla saw snow!
The entire upper half of the mountain range was covered in it.
The higher he climbed, the colder the air became.
Temperature wasn't a problem for Godzilla, but this time, he faced a real obstacle.
His body temperature was several hundred degrees. Even before he touched the snow, just being near it caused it to melt.
At first, Godzilla didn't care—until he triggered an avalanche.
Even with his massive size, facing a natural disaster of that scale made climbing impossible.
The endless waves of snow became a blockade, and the crashing ice and snow against his body began to irritate him.
Anyone would lose patience after being buried in avalanche after avalanche.
Blue light shimmered across his body again. A second later, a blast of radioactive heat erupted from his jaws.
But instead of aiming at the snow above, he unleashed it directly at the mountainside in front of him.
His plan was simple: melt straight through the mountain.
And he had the power to do it.
The moment his beam struck, the rock ahead liquefied instantly, unable to resist for even a second.
Molten lava flowed around him as he pressed forward.
When he finally closed his jaws, a steaming tunnel had opened before him—over fifty meters wide and depth unknown.
Still, Godzilla wasn't satisfied.
He adjusted the power output, spread the beam wider, and fired again.
This time, he vented nearly a third of his total energy before stopping.
Closing his steaming jaws, white vapor puffing from his nostrils, Godzilla looked at the result—a tunnel over two hundred meters across.
He nodded in approval.
Lifting his feet from the hardening magma, he entered the newly carved passage.
Inside, molten rock still glowed along the walls, keeping the tunnel dimly lit.
But as time passed, the magma cooled, shadows grew, until the place was pitch black.
In that darkness, Godzilla became the only source of light.
The glowing fissures across his body cast him like a demon from the underworld, terrifying in the gloom.
Godzilla ignored the dark. So long as he could keep moving forward, nothing else mattered.
After who knows how long, light appeared ahead.
It seemed his beam had indeed melted straight through the entire mountain range. Not surprising—expending a third of his energy was more than enough to bore through a range of this size.
Honestly, he could have just blasted from the foot of the mountain instead of climbing halfway up.
Godzilla froze. That… had been stupid. Luckily, no one had seen it. Otherwise, he'd have to silence them.
As he emerged from the tunnel and looked out across the distance—
A shadow lunged straight at him.
Before it could reach him, Godzilla fired another radioactive blast.
A shrill screech rang out as the figure plummeted.
It was a massive birdlike beast, wingspan at least three hundred meters, clearly mistaking Godzilla for prey.
Watching it fall, Godzilla turned, lay against the steep slope, and slid down.
His thick hide didn't care about scraping, though sparks and even flames erupted along his path.
By sliding, he descended quickly and soon found the bird where it had crashed.
It wasn't dead—just crippled, one wing shredded, dragging uselessly as it ran clumsily on two legs.
With a snort, Godzilla loosed another atomic beam, striking its chest.
The bird screeched one last time before collapsing, twitching twice, then falling still.
A good omen.
Crossing the mountain and immediately finding a large flying beast to kill—this was promising.
Godzilla settled into life on the far side of the mountains.
Time passed, and he eventually devoured this world's creatures one after another.
Though the monsters here were bizarre and many had strange abilities, none posed a true threat.
On land, the largest rarely exceeded a hundred meters.
In the oceans, however, giants were plentiful.
Godzilla even encountered monsters stretching thousands of meters long.
But size alone meant nothing. Under his atomic breath, most perished instantly.
Even the few with extreme vitality and resilience fell once he increased the power and blasted multiple times.
He couldn't even gauge their true strength, because none had ever managed to approach, let alone strike him.
Then, one day, he wandered into a place that felt oddly familiar.
A fog-filled valley.
It teemed with life, from massive beasts to tiny scurrying creatures.
What stirred Godzilla's memory wasn't the valley itself, but the ripple of spatial energy he sensed within it.
Exploring deeper, he soon found it—a rift.
Around it stood a massive fortress.
Clearly, humanity from that other world had not closed the rift. Instead, they had built an outpost on this side.
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