GTAG Chapter 29: Can't Win
Godzilla had no idea that the moment the Precursors saw him, they had already fled into their underground shelters.
Right now, he had just burned a hole open with his atomic breath and forced his way out of the massive flesh factory.
The first thing he saw upon emerging was another gigantic fleshy sphere nearby, shaped almost exactly like the one he had just crawled out of.
Godzilla's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he lumbered toward it.
He had already devoured one organ-like structure that seemed to generate wormholes, but he wasn't entirely sure if it really was the source. So, his solution was simple—eat more until he knew for certain.
Godzilla tore through the walls of this second flesh factory and slipped inside.
No sooner had he entered than a massive tail lashed at him.
Smack!
Godzilla was unharmed. But the tail that struck him split apart under the impact, flesh shredded until only bone remained.
"ROAR!!!"
The air thundered with the howls of Kaiju. One after another, monsters ripped through the flesh walls, appearing before Godzilla.
Clearly, the Precursors weren't about to let him casually destroy another of their prized structures.
But it didn't matter. With each swipe of his claws, Godzilla crushed them. Not a single Kaiju lasted long enough to force him to strike twice.
For a brief moment, surrounded by piles of twitching corpses, Godzilla almost felt… bored.
Perhaps it was simply that these Kaiju were far too weak.
He pressed on, tearing deeper through the flesh walls.
But as the labyrinth stretched endlessly around him, Godzilla realized—he was lost.
The grotesque, pulsating organs all looked the same. Instead of reaching his destination, he seemed to have stumbled into the Precursors' arsenal.
Embedded within strange fleshy wombs were bizarre biological weapons: horns for ramming, tails of every shape, and incomprehensible constructs that pulsed with hidden power.
Godzilla didn't bother trying to understand them. If he didn't recognize it, he ate it.
True, there was no guarantee he could replicate these weapons. The Precursors had cultivated them through complex methods he could not imitate.
But maybe… just maybe… his evolving body could adapt and reproduce some of their functions.
With an endless lifespan ahead of him, Godzilla had time to experiment.
From then on, whenever he came across a flesh factory, he had one more task—devour whatever strange organic weapons he found.
The Precursors were livid.
Because their consciousness was projected into these factories, Godzilla's rampage was like stabbing them in their own bodies.
But hate alone did nothing. Until reinforcements arrived, they could only hide deep underground.
At the fourth flesh factory, after plundering its arsenal, Godzilla reached another wormhole. Just as he was about to feast on the tissue around it, a massive beast clawed its way through.
And it wasn't just this wormhole—others across the planet rippled with life.
The reinforcements had arrived.
Godzilla watched in silence as a Kaiju stumbled out, its head and forelimbs dangling forward like a prisoner awaiting execution.
He accepted its offering. Both claws seized its skull. With a wrench to the left, then the right, he ripped its head clean off.
Dragging the corpse free, he tossed it aside and sank his teeth into the blood-soaked walls around the wormhole.
To Godzilla, the wormhole's activation was a gift—it was the perfect test to confirm whether the surrounding flesh was truly the source.
Sure enough, as he tore free a massive hunk of tissue, the wormhole spasmed and collapsed within seconds.
His eyes gleamed. He had found the right spot.
He devoured the rest of the surrounding flesh, then moved on.
But this time, as he clawed his way out of the walls, he found himself surrounded—dozens of Kaiju, circling layer after layer.
Most were only rank two or three, with a few rank fours and fives mixed in. They had been pulled from other factories, kept back until now.
The Precursors had known they couldn't stop Godzilla. But with reinforcements incoming, even a minute's delay was invaluable.
And sure enough, in the distance, more Kaiju thundered toward the scene.
These were different—reinforcements from the wormholes. Every single one was rank six.
Rank sevens were too difficult to deploy quickly. It would take time before they could arrive.
But would Godzilla give them that time?
He looked at the monsters surrounding him and didn't even bother to lift his claws.
His body glowed blue. This time, the radiance flowed not only along his dorsal spines, but all the way down his tail, to its very tip.
Then, in a blinding flash, twin atomic beams lanced out—one from his jaws, one from his tail.
The twin streams swept across front and back in a wide arc.
In an instant, every Kaiju in range was sliced apart.
Even the charging rank six reinforcements were caught in the devastating sweep.
Only a few survivors remained, lucky enough to be on the fringes.
Staring at the carnage, their courage shattered. They turned and fled without looking back.
The Precursors' conclusion was unanimous.
They couldn't win.
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