GTAG Chapter 44 Slowly Understanding Everything
"…Yes, that's right. The monster looks exactly as this man described. How do you know that?"
Cage ignored her and turned to Brigham.
"General, what I wanted to tell you includes this monster."
Brigham gave Cage a long, deep look.
"Follow me."
In the conference room, Brigham sat at the head of the table, surrounded by officers. Cage and Rita stood uneasily at his side.
Cage had explained the gist of what had happened to him, but Brigham remained skeptical.
To put it plainly, he didn't believe a word.
But the problem was—how had Cage known about the beam-firing monster?
And not just known, but described it in detail!
When the creature had surfaced from the ocean, Cage had still been in the building, trying to slip past guards.
Did Cage have precognition?
That seemed even more ridiculous than gaining time-looping powers from alien blood.
But whether Cage was lying or not, Brigham could confirm later.
The real question now—should today's operation still go forward?
All major military districts were ready. At the set time, they were to launch humanity's decisive battle.
And now, just before the moment, a colossal monster appeared—one that could strike any point on Earth.
If it turned its fury on them, could they withstand it?
Even on the far side of the planet, if it wanted, it could unleash its power straight through the crust. With enough energy, it could punch a hole clear through the world.
Facing such a beast—one capable of ending civilization itself—Brigham felt powerless. He had never despaired before, even against the alien hordes. But this was different. Humanity had no weapon that could threaten it.
And worse still, Cage's description made Brigham uneasy. If a cowardly liar like Cage could describe it so precisely, then maybe his other words carried some truth.
That tiny sliver of credibility weighed heavily. If today's operation was truly a trap laid by the aliens… Brigham didn't dare imagine the consequences.
On the screens, the monster released another searing blue beam, each lasting at least a minute.
Since appearing, it had already unleashed more than a dozen beams.
Satellites tracked it closely, trying to find its target, but nothing came of it.
Its range was simply too vast. A millimeter shift in Godzilla's aim became kilometers of deviation.
Watching the relentless barrage, Cage felt something nagging in the back of his mind—something critical he had overlooked.
If he realized it, he might finally understand what Godzilla was actually attacking.
What was the target?
When Cage first saw Godzilla breathe a beam, he had been shocked.
But then he rationalized it. Alien predators with energy attacks weren't surprising.
Still, Godzilla's fury—his desperate, unending assault at some unknown point—didn't add up.
Wasn't Godzilla supposed to be moving in the other direction, toward Cage, and then Omega?
Beforehand, Cage and Dr. Carter had speculated that the alien predator sought him out precisely to locate Omega through him.
Without him, how could it find Omega?
Yet now, seeing Godzilla's frantic attacks, Cage suddenly felt a realization strike.
Wait… desperate rage… searching for Omega…
Cage's eyes went wide.
Ignoring everyone else, he rushed to the map on the wall under Brigham's confused stare.
He snatched a pen from an officer and drew.
A circle for Godzilla's current position. Another circle, far across the map, for where he remembered Omega had been found. The range was large, imprecise. But it was enough.
Looking at the two circles, Cage finally understood.
"We underestimated the alien predator's power. That monster—Godzilla—must retain his memories across time loops!"
The pieces clicked together.
The predator had found Omega's true body, but failed at the last moment.
That was why it raged, lashing out blindly, firing again and again toward Omega's location.
But at such distance, could even Godzilla truly strike Omega?
"Major Cage."
Brigham's voice snapped him back. Everyone in the room was staring. Cage quickly apologized, then explained his reasoning.
Of course, the officers remained skeptical.
…
Meanwhile, Godzilla's blasts continued. More than a dozen beams missed their mark, but he was unfazed. He wasn't the one who needed to panic.
Godzilla wasn't worried.
And just as he had guessed—underground, Omega was scurrying like a headless insect, frantically shifting position.
If one could see a map of the subterranean tunnels, it would look like chaos, impossible to tell where anything began or ended.
But Omega didn't need a path—it only needed to survive. Avoiding Godzilla's strikes was all that mattered.
The alien-carved tunnels sprawled in every direction, and within them lay nearly ten unnaturally straight passageways, stretching endlessly as if carved by molten fire.
Those weren't made by aliens. And Omega avoided them carefully.
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