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How could the second-floor laboratory possibly be on fire?
The experimental materials stored there were either waiting to be dissected or had already been carved into component parts. They possessed no ability to resist, no means to create destruction.
The moment Caesar Clown learned that fire had broken out in his materials warehouse, he exploded into incandescent rage.
"What the hell are all of you staring at?!" The mad scientist's voice echoed through the third-floor laboratory, shrill with fury. "If the materials in that warehouse are destroyed, I'll use YOU for experiments instead! The laboratory must always have biological organisms for my research! The experimental schedule cannot be delayed for even a moment!"
Caesar Clown's threat had immediate effect. Researchers who'd been slacking off suddenly found motivation, grabbing fire suppression equipment and rushing toward the warehouse. These accomplices knew their employer too well—Caesar Clown was absolutely a man of his word. He would dissect his own staff without hesitation if it served his research.
Outside the experimental area, Trafalgar Law sat in his private quarters when he felt the panic rippling through the facility. Shouting. Running footsteps. The acrid smell of smoke seeping through ventilation systems.
He stepped into the corridor, watching groups of personnel rushing toward the laboratory complex with equipment.
A bad premonition settled in his gut like poison.
"Could that brat have done something?"
Law had just delivered Kozuki Momonosuke to the materials warehouse hours ago. Now a major incident had erupted in that exact location. The timing was too coincidental. And if Vergo or Caesar discovered he'd sent a spy into their operation...
I might have just shot myself in the foot.
Law followed the crowd toward the incident site, maintaining his usual lazy stride despite growing anxiety. When he finally reached the scene, his heart sank.
That little bastard really did it.
Thick smoke billowed from the materials warehouse in roiling black clouds. Multiple fire points had merged into waves of flame that engulfed everything—but these weren't normal fires. The flames burned azure blue, generating temperatures far beyond what conventional accelerants could produce. Water from the sprinkler systems evaporated before it could make contact, turning instantly to steam.
There was only one living person inside the materials room at that moment: Kozuki Momonosuke had pulled out every infusion tube connected to Godzilla's frozen body. Without the continuous input of coagulants and coolants, the monster's internal organs—which generated energy autonomously—began producing terrifying amounts of heat. Ice covering its surface sublimated directly to water vapor. Both eyes opened simultaneously as the creature entered full recovery stage.
Momonosuke stood closest to the awakening titan, enduring extreme temperatures from two directions. Behind him, the fires he'd set blocked the laboratory's entrance, preventing experimenters from reaching him. Ahead, the hundred-meter monster radiated heat as its body reactivated, the thermal waves making the boy's skin feel like it was blistering.
"Hurry up!" Momonosuke shouted at the creature, his voice hoarse from smoke inhalation. "If they get in here before you wake up, we're both dead! You don't want to stay trapped here forever, do you?!"
Perhaps Godzilla understood human speech. Or perhaps it was simple survival instinct—the biological imperative to seek benefit and avoid harm. The moment consciousness fully returned, the monster became extremely agitated. It began using its massive body to ram everything around it, trying to break through the metal cage that had imprisoned it.
The entire laboratory shook with each impact. Walls cracked. Support beams groaned under stress. Personnel throughout the facility felt the tremors and wondered: was the newly constructed laboratory collapsing? Was this an attack by external enemies?
But Godzilla was still mortal. Breaking through the reinforced steel structure surrounding it required something more than brute force ramming.
It needed violence of a different magnitude entirely.
Caesar Clown stood in the third-floor observation area, staring at security monitors with dawning horror. "What... what kind of creature..."
Godzilla's exposed dorsal plates—the distinctive fins running down its spine—began glowing with purple light. Bioluminescence intensified with each passing second, the color shifting from faint lavender to brilliant violet to nearly white with energy density.
[High-energy power flowed continuously from the monster's energy-generating organs toward its oral cavity. When the accumulation reached critical mass, Godzilla opened its massive jaws wide.]
Then it screamed.
The sound that emerged wasn't animal—it was something primordial, a roar from the dawn of creation that resonated in the bones of every living thing within a kilometer. The walls themselves vibrated with the frequency.
And then came the light.
A concentrated beam of purple plasma erupted from Godzilla's mouth—atomic breath that turned matter into molten slag on contact. The ray struck the laboratory's "impenetrable" walls with apocalyptic force.
Donquixote Doflamingo had spent tremendous resources building this facility. Its defensive capabilities could withstand conventional artillery, resist magma under extreme conditions, laugh off normal physical attacks. Marine bombardment wouldn't even scratch the reinforced alloys.
But today, the complex had encountered an opponent beyond conventional parameters. The atomic breath bursting from Godzilla's mouth generated temperatures capable of melting virtually any substance. Even the solid alloy walls were doomed before the purple rays—metal liquefying, then vaporizing, then simply ceasing to exist.
The beam carved through the laboratory like a knife through wet paper. It didn't stop at one wall. The atomic breath continued outward, crossing the entire island of Punk Hazard in a perfectly straight line.
Wherever the purple ray passed, everything burned. Everything died.
Buildings caught fire spontaneously from radiant heat before the beam even touched them. Mountains split open like rotten fruit. Settlements of researchers and support staff were swallowed by flame and destruction. Even Armament Haki couldn't defend against such concentrated energy—anyone foolish enough to try would find their carbon-based body converted to superheated gas in microseconds.
The atomic breath opened a massive hole through the laboratory complex—a perfectly cylindrical void hundreds of meters in diameter, edges still glowing white-hot.
Godzilla's energy reserves couldn't sustain the attack indefinitely. The beam's intensity dropped sharply after several seconds, transitioning from brilliant purple to dark red to black smoke. Only when nothing remained but residual heat did the monster cease output.
Godzilla moved its massive body, crawling on all fours toward the breach it had created. The laboratory floor cracked under its weight, each movement shaking the foundation.
Kozuki Momonosuke watched the creature depart, tracking its long tail until it disappeared from view. Only then did the boy move, sprinting toward the gap with every ounce of remaining strength.
Sea breeze rushed through the opening—fresh air carrying salt and freedom. Momonosuke stumbled to the edge and looked outside.
Hell.
The landscape could only be described as hell.
The ice island had been painted purple by residual radiation. Godzilla's atomic breath had carved a path of absolute destruction horizontally across Punk Hazard. Everything the beam touched had ceased to exist—buildings vaporized, mountains cleaved in half, entire sections of the facility reduced to molten slag that still glowed cherry-red.
Settlements where support staff lived were engulfed in flames. Momonosuke could see tiny figures running, some on fire, others helping the wounded. Screams carried on the wind.
There was no time to mourn other lives. Kozuki Momonosuke knew he couldn't remain here. If captured and brought back, death would be certain—and it wouldn't be a quick death. Better to keep fighting, keep running, until his body gave out completely.
Godzilla crawled toward the sea with single-minded purpose. Its bloated body left a trail of red and black fluid—blood mixed with coolant from ruptured internal organs. The monster was wounded, potentially dying, but still moving.
Momonosuke climbed down from the laboratory breach and fled in the opposite direction. Let the monster draw their attention. Let it hold them off as long as possible.
As for his agreement with Trafalgar Law? Kozuki Momonosuke no longer cared whether the surgeon survived. The only thing that mattered was escaping this cursed place and reuniting with his retainers.
The nature of the situation had fundamentally changed. Caesar Clown abandoned all thoughts of continuing experiments, personally leading a team into what remained of the materials warehouse.
When the mad scientist saw that most of his experimental materials had been destroyed—months of work, countless specimens, irreplaceable samples all reduced to ash—he began screaming with hysterical fury.
"WHO DID THIS?!" His voice cracked from the intensity. "WHO DESTROYED MY WORK?! I'LL DISSECT THEM ALIVE! I'LL KEEP THEM CONSCIOUS WHILE I CARVE OUT THEIR ORGANS ONE BY ONE!"
After Caesar Clown used his Gasu Gasu no Mi (Gas-Gas Fruit) abilities to extinguish the remaining fires, he rushed toward the laboratory breach with his entire team. Trafalgar Law mixed into the crowd, maintaining careful neutrality in his expression.
The figure of the crawling monster came into view—a titan moving across the ice island toward open water, leaving devastation in its wake.
Caesar's rage transformed instantly into something worse: obsessive scientific greed.
"No... NO! That's MINE!" The mad scientist's eyes went wild. "I found that ancient life form! I spent six months studying it! Six months of research I can't afford to lose! Someone stop it! Kill it if you have to, but bring me the corpse!"
Law watched Godzilla's retreating form and thought: That child unleashed a monster. Whether he survives the next hour is anyone's guess. But at minimum, he's provided one hell of a distraction.
The Death Surgeon allowed himself a thin smile. Perhaps sending the brat into the laboratory hadn't been a complete disaster after all.