GTAG Chapter 31: G-Cell Evolution
After returning to his own world, Godzilla willingly sank into a long slumber.
He needed time—time to process and reorganize the Kaiju genes he had absorbed.
Whether this would bear any real fruit, even he couldn't be certain.
After all, the Kaiju's strange powers, and the Flesh Factories' ability to open wormholes, were creations engineered by the Precursors through means beyond comprehension.
His situation was like possessing the raw materials to build an aircraft carrier but having no blueprint—blind, without direction.
Yet Godzilla soon discovered something that startled even him: his G-Cells were far more formidable than he had imagined.
As he sorted through the genetic data, he realized that the Kaiju and the Flesh Factories shared nearly identical genetic structures. They were cut from the same mold.
The specialized "weapons" he had devoured, however, left no trace. Not even the electromagnetic cannon that had concerned him so much.
But then—an unexpected surprise.
The power of spacetime within his body, usually dormant unless he actively summoned it, suddenly stirred to life.
And when his G-Cells consumed Kaiju DNA and underwent another round of evolution, they too awakened.
Unseen transformations began deep within him.
Evolution.
The first time his G-Cells evolved was when they devoured the genetic code of the Xenomorph progenitor, tainted by the black liquid.
Now, after absorbing the Precursors' prized Kaiju, a second evolution began.
Ordinary Kaiju were nothing compared to him, not even on the same tier.
But Kaiju were perfected biological weapons—highly adaptable, endlessly refined by an ancient civilization.
The Precursors' culture stretched back tens of millions of years.
Not as ancient as Godzilla himself, but still unimaginably long-lived.
And in all that time, Kaiju had not been discarded. They had only grown more lethal.
Precursors had locked their genetic code, preventing other civilizations from replicating or controlling them.
Yet before Godzilla, those locks were meaningless.
As the fusion began, he slipped into a vision—similar to what he had seen when devouring the black liquid blood of the Xenomorph ancestor.
He beheld a grotesque Flesh Factory sprawled across an entire continent, its bulk writhing.
Inside, a colossal Kaiju roared at him.
This beast towered over a thousand meters tall, its presence radiating pure menace.
And yet, compared to the continental Flesh Factory, even it looked like an ant.
But this "ant" consumed ninety percent of the factory's energy.
This was the Primordial Kaiju, the first of its kind—the strongest the Precursors had ever produced.
All others were merely copies.
It possessed power strong enough to dominate an entire star system.
It could even open wormholes itself.
Not just a weapon. A living fortress.
But no matter how terrifying, it was only a phantom. The G-Cells devoured it, erasing it bit by bit.
Thankfully, Godzilla had already returned to his world.
Had he still been in the Precursors' domain, the Primordial Kaiju would have sensed the theft, forcing a battle.
And honestly—Godzilla admitted he'd only have a forty-percent chance.
Four for him. Six for the Kaiju.
Still, if it came down to it, he could drag the monster into mutual destruction.
He carried a fusion reactor in his chest, after all.
When the phantom faded, the G-Cells consumed the genetic code completely.
Then, he began to feel the changes.
First and foremost, his mastery over energy had advanced another level.
Kaiju didn't possess a reactor like his. To sustain their hulking bodies, they relied on hyper-efficient digestion.
Not only that, but each of their cells acted like a micro-battery, storing massive reserves of power.
This explained their ability to fight for long stretches and fire electromagnetic cannons multiple times without collapse.
Now, that adaptability was his.
Godzilla's atomic heat rays grew even more devastating.
Endurance didn't change much—it was still tied to his fusion core—but with time, as his body expanded, both power and stamina would scale exponentially.
And then came the true revelation.
His G-Cells had learned to convert nuclear energy into electricity.
Godzilla could now generate lightning.
He immediately began altering his dorsal fins.
The three coral-like spines on his back reshaped, transforming into jagged rows of gleaming blades stabbing skyward.
More axe-blades than knives, each one razor-sharp and unbreakable.
They were no longer decorative. They were weapons.
But what thrilled him most was the potential for an electromagnetic cannon.
If low-tier Kaiju could rattle his skull with one shot, then his version of a railgun would be a doomsday weapon.
His dorsal plates, made of self-generated metallic tissue, could now accumulate and amplify this electrical energy.
Between the three main rows of fins, he cultivated two metallic projectiles—seeds for the cannon itself.
The system was in place.
Though he had failed to achieve flight, and the memory of that failure still lingered, this time was different.
Flight had never mattered much.
But an electromagnetic cannon of his own?
That was worth endless refinement.
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