GTAG Chapter 28: Blackout
How powerful could a railgun truly be?
In theory, its destructive force had no ceiling. With enough electricity, enough coils, and a projectile of metal hard and heat-resistant enough, the power could keep scaling upward forever.
That was why Godzilla was tempted by the ability the Kaiju had displayed.
He even began imagining how he might fire such a weapon himself.
His dorsal plates had always struck him as awkward in design. He'd thought about reshaping them many times, never satisfied with the outcome. But now, he finally saw a path forward.
After tearing apart the Kaiju that could fire the railgun, he glanced across the waves and swam toward the nearest floating corpse.
Gripping the carcass in his jaws, its ruptured organs still spilling from its mouth, Godzilla began to shift his form.
He didn't know exactly what kind of world the Precursors inhabited, but on land a bipedal shape would surely be more useful than one designed for the sea.
As he swam, new claws extended from his body. He took the corpse in his hands and kicked downward.
The wormhole yawned below. Without hesitation, Godzilla dove.
Silence gripped the Shattered Dome's control room.
"Doctor Newton, you've studied Godzilla for a month. Care to explain what we just saw?"
The general's composure finally cracked.
Kaiju growing wings, that was manageable. Even firing a railgun, he could accept. Newton had warned them—if Godzilla's body held a fusion reactor, then extraordinary abilities were possible.
But to watch the titan sprout limbs, his lean aquatic body swelling into a heavier, rounder form—that was something no one could process.
"Uh… maybe because he's lived so long, he's picked up… special abilities. For all we know, he might even be able to fly," Newton muttered, clearly making it up on the spot.
The general let it pass. Godzilla was still too new, too unknown.
Then came the alarmed cry: "Wait! What is he doing?"
On the screens, Godzilla could be seen clutching a Kaiju corpse and descending into the wormhole.
Could he really be going through?
Yes. He was.
Because he held the Kaiju's body, the wormhole recognized him as an ally. Without resistance, he slipped through to the other side.
The first thing Godzilla felt was pressure.
From all sides, crushing tightness, as if he were wrapped in a suffocating blanket.
The sensation came from the living walls around him—walls of flesh, threaded with visible veins.
He realized he was inside a colossal organism, something so vast its size rivaled a city.
And beyond the meat-walls, a strange conveyor-like structure ran into the wormhole behind him.
He understood at once.
This was the factory where the Precursors bred Kaiju, feeding them into wormholes to unleash upon other worlds.
But then a chilling thought struck him.
The wormhole itself wasn't a device—it was part of this immense creature.
The "gate" was alive.
Without hesitation, Godzilla wheeled around and bit down on the fleshy opening he'd entered through.
His colossal jaws ripped away a chunk of meat the size of a battleship. He tore and swallowed, his new claws raking into the tissue.
The taste was acidic, almost intoxicating, and he ripped away another slab for good measure.
The living factory screamed.
Its whole body bulged outward like a balloon, then contracted violently, shrinking by a third. Again and again it pulsed in agony.
The Precursors, watching through the many eyes embedded in the factory's walls, reeled in horror.
Their vision went black.
The alien beast had followed their creations home.
And worse, it had begun devouring the very flesh that generated their wormholes.
Yes, the tissue could regenerate—but the energy cost was astronomical. Repairing such a structure demanded resources greater than creating a level-seven Kaiju, and the process would take years.
And now, on their homeworld, nothing could stop Godzilla.
"Call for aid! Now!"
Panic swept through the Precursors. They sent distress signals to allied worlds and fled into their bunkers.
Their shelters were buried deep, thousands of meters below the surface. Normally, they were considered impenetrable.
Even if trapped underground, their hardy bodies could survive for long stretches, hibernating if necessary.
But as they watched the monster tearing through their living factory, rage and terror filled their hearts.
Godzilla had breached their world, and nothing on it could stand against him.
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