GTAG Chapter 26: Railgun
When Godzilla shrugged off the lightning strike as if nothing had happened, the Kaiju was stunned—and so were the Precursors behind it.
The current unleashed by the Kaiju was no harmless static shock that only tingled your finger.
Its voltage could instantly carbonize living beings. Even metal would twist, warp, and melt like butter under its power.
Yet Godzilla stood untouched, beyond their comprehension.
The Precursors simply could not understand why their enemy remained completely unscathed.
Those watching via satellite, however, were not surprised.
In fact, if Godzilla had been hurt by a Kaiju's attack, that would have been the real shock.
Godzilla's sheer mass was staggering—an immensity that allowed him to absorb almost any form of attack.
"Where's Godzilla? Where is he?"
In the Shattered Dome's command center, Dr. Newton Geiszler and Dr. Hermann Gottlieb rushed in.
By this time in the original timeline, Newton should have been experimenting with connecting to a Kaiju's secondary brain.
But now, he hadn't even thought of it.
Because something else consumed him completely—Godzilla.
As Earth's most eccentric biologist, Newton's obsession with Godzilla ran far deeper than most could grasp.
And considering Godzilla might actually be a native species of Earth, his fascination only grew.
Godzilla's body carried traces of countless Earth creatures, easy enough for an expert to recognize.
Why had Godzilla never appeared before?
Perhaps because he had simply been asleep—until recently awakened.
While Newton's mania escalated, Hermann had been suffering all month.
As Earth's foremost mathematician, he believed in one absolute truth: "Numbers never lie."
You could fake politics, bluff through English essays, but math? If you didn't know it, you couldn't fake a solution.
And his calculations had been clear: last time, that many Kaiju should not have come through the breach.
Yet they had.
And now, the breach had lain dormant for an entire month, which made no mathematical sense.
The stress had cost Hermann much of his hair.
Now, with the true culprit revealed, they had both rushed here.
If not for exhaustion from their nonstop research, they would've arrived even earlier.
"How is it? Has Godzilla engaged the Kaiju?" Newton demanded immediately.
"Doctor, your guess was right," a soldier reported. "The moment the Kaiju emerged, Leviathan swam straight toward it. The Kaiju met him head-on."
Leviathan—that was the name humanity had officially given Godzilla.
Most people accepted it. After all, Godzilla was unmatched; calling him Leviathan seemed fitting enough.
But Newton hated it. Still, with little influence and no time to waste on names, he kept silent.
Over the past month, Newton had made several proposals about Godzilla.
One theory had gained the most traction: Godzilla and the Kaiju were natural enemies. Coexistence was impossible.
With Godzilla's power, the entire Earth could easily be claimed as his domain.
So when alien invaders like the Kaiju appeared, he would never tolerate them.
Especially given the destruction Kaiju caused.
Whenever Kaiju died, their blood polluted the environment, spreading toxins almost impossible to remove.
On land, humans could only dig massive pits and bury the blood deep in concrete.
But at sea, when Kaiju died and their blood spilled into the ocean, there was no solution.
That was why Jaegers, once powerful enough, had been ordered to fight Kaiju far from shore whenever possible.
To the vast ocean, Kaiju blood might be insignificant—but perhaps Leviathan could sense it.
So no one was surprised to see Godzilla and the Kaiju clash.
What shocked them was the Kaiju's sheer power.
At that moment, everyone in the Dome felt conflicted.
Trusting their survival to a monster was hard enough.
Trusting it to a non-human entirely was worse.
But they had no choice.
...
Realizing its lightning was useless, the horned Kaiju reacted quickly.
Its forelimbs spread wide, revealing enormous wings. With a single beat, it took to the sky.
Godzilla's eyes narrowed as he looked up.
Gone were the dull, lifeless eyes of before. Now his vertical pupils radiated a terrifying, predatory pressure.
Even though Kaiju were fearless, being under Godzilla's gaze unsettled this one. It climbed higher into the sky.
Once high enough, it rotated, hanging head-down, tail-up.
Electric arcs flared across its body. The glow spread from its horn to its spine, then all the way to its tail.
In seconds, the entire Kaiju was wrapped in a storm of electricity.
"What's it doing?"
Inside the Dome, every eye locked on the unusual behavior.
"This reaction… could it be… a railgun!?" someone gasped.
"A railgun? Impossible! That's a Kaiju, it can't—"
The words died as the projection lit up.
A golden beam erupted.
Godzilla's head, raised high, was smashed downward into the sea, throwing up waves dozens of meters tall.
The fading streak of golden energy hung in the air between Godzilla and the Kaiju.
No one could deny it now.
Even if it wasn't a railgun, it was something close.
But how could a Kaiju possibly wield such a weapon?
This wasn't something that could evolve naturally.
And then Newton remembered something chilling.
All Kaiju shared identical genetic codes.
A horrifying thought clawed its way into his mind—
What if every Kaiju… was a cloned biological weapon?
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