GTAG Chapter 42 Godzilla's Wrath
Omega… Alpha…
Godzilla suddenly realized something. If Cage could use the time reset to train and avoid futures he didn't want, then Omega would be even more familiar with it.
Although Omega could not freely control this power, whenever it was in danger, as long as one Alpha died, time would reset.
That was Omega's final safeguard!
It was this safeguard that left Godzilla furious and frustrated.
He couldn't kill the Alphas. He had to keep Cage—the unstable factor—alive. And before killing Omega, he had to make sure no Alpha would commit suicide.
"…"
Godzilla narrowed his eyes. A savage smile crept across his beastly face as he stared toward Omega's hidden location.
Screw this. He was done playing their game.
Babysit Cage? Spare the Alphas? Godzilla was no caretaker, and he was not a beast bound in chains.
He was going to play a new game with Omega.
A shooting game.
Only, the range of this shooting game was a little… extreme.
His body began to glow, releasing scorching heat that boiled the surrounding seawater into a cloud of steam.
Within that shroud, Godzilla unleashed his atomic breath directly toward Omega's position.
Too far? His beam could reach into the endless horizon.
The Earth's curvature? Neither ocean nor bedrock could block his atomic breath.
It would pierce everything until it hit its target.
Miss? No problem. He could treat it as target practice.
At the core, Godzilla only wanted Omega's corpse to extract its unique genetic ability—something that might help him better control his own power. But Omega wasn't irreplaceable.
Without it, Godzilla could always sleep for millennia, slowly mastering his strength.
So, it was simple: if he can't have his prize, no one can.
Today, Omega dies.
A dazzling, destructive blue beam erupted from Godzilla's jaws, carving through the sea. The ocean split as boiling vapor exploded skyward. The ray crossed dozens, then hundreds of kilometers in moments, screaming toward its target.
…
Deep below, Omega lurked in water, shielded by swarms of xenomorphs. Their guard was so tight not even a mosquito could slip through.
But just earlier, a towering monster had dug straight through and almost dragged Omega from its sanctuary.
The swarm had always known Godzilla existed, having watched him smash their traps for humanity time and again. But none of them expected him to know Omega's exact location—and nearly kill it.
Even with little intelligence, Omega felt fear. It was less a living creature than a terminal commanding the alien horde. It had vast power, but no combat ability of its own.
Last time, the time reset had triggered by forcing Alphas to slaughter each other. But that was not a permanent solution.
Now, Omega's only priority was to relocate.
Especially since the human stuck to Godzilla's tail—one tainted with Alpha blood—knew its exact position. And that human's memory persisted even after resets.
If humans learned, missiles would soon rain down. It had to move.
Countless aliens dug frantically, carving tunnels through rock and soil. Even stone cracked like plastic beneath their claws and tendrils. As the swarm worked tirelessly, Omega was dragged along, deeper into the tunnels.
Distance grew between it and its former hiding spot. Slowly, its unease faded. It was safe now. No one could find it.
Or so it thought.
A sudden heat wave surged behind it. Omega had no eyes, but it didn't need them. Its senses—and those of the swarm—told it clearly what had just happened.
About a hundred meters behind, something had blasted through, erasing dozens of aliens instantly, turning them to ash. The surrounding rock melted into magma.
Omega "saw" the source through alien eyes: a blazing blue beam.
Like annihilating fire, it disintegrated everything in its path.
Panic surged. The swarm dug faster, taking Omega in an erratic path, weaving in curves rather than straight lines. If the beam kept coming, a straight escape would be suicide.
Omega's heart raced. That attack had nearly hit it—barely a hundred meters away! Its instincts screamed: the ray was meant for it.
So, it fled underground in a frantic S-shaped path, relying on the swarm's sheer numbers to dig at impossible speed.
The terrifying blue ray lasted over ten seconds before fading. But Omega felt no relief. It knew another strike was coming.
And indeed, the next atomic breath tore across the sky itself, drawing a blazing scar overhead.
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