The awakening of the Titan gods was like a global super-earthquake, completely overturning the order of human civilization.
Tectonic plates groaned under the overwhelming strain, and countless buildings snapped and collapsed amidst the violent shaking.
However, it was worth noting that there were surprisingly no casualties.
Because the people of this world had long since forged an astonishing resilience through the endless emergence of anomalies.
Amidst this apocalyptic scene, deep beneath the Antarctic ice cap at the very bottom of an underground facility thousands of meters below the surface, a circular alloy door that had been sealed for ages emitted the heavy grinding of gears as it slowly opened inward.
Blinding white light spilled from the crack in the door, dispelling the darkness within the corridor.
A group of people walked out from behind the door.
These people were the true core of the containment organization—the members of the Gay Brotherhood.
The leading old man glanced at the red alerts of global downfall flashing on the main control screen and sighed softly.
"Alas, it seems our clones have ultimately failed."
The screen displayed a spaceship, on the verge of escaping the solar system, being swallowed whole by the Hellstar.
There wasn't much surprise in his voice, only a faint trace of exhaustion, as if he had long foreseen today's outcome.
The frontline staff who guided the sacrifices and monitored the global situation, even the director who pressed the final purification protocol, were nothing more than clones they had created.
They were consumables, a part of the plan.
The group turned and walked into a deeper, more ancient secret chamber behind them.
This place held the planet's most core, and most despairing, secret.
As they entered, a pitch-black platform in the center activated, projecting an incredibly massive and precise star map.
The profound vastness of the universe was, in this moment, miniaturized within this secret room.
On the star map, several massive celestial bodies emitting an ominous red glow were clearly marked by the system.
They were hurtling toward Earth at an unfathomable speed.
The fastest among them bore the codename—"Hellstar."
"According to the final message left by 'The Endeavorer' before leaving this narrative layer, 'The Great Alarm Clock' Ghroth will continuously play its music."
The leading old man stared at the star of destruction, his voice low.
The "Endeavorer" he spoke of was once an ordinary member of this organization who, through an accident, became a transcender.
Over a decade ago, all the supreme divine entities in this world vanished. The Foundation speculated that they had ascended to a higher narrative layer.
"Ghroth is not destroying blindly. Instead, it is using a method we cannot comprehend to herd the special, living planets of the universe."
"It is precisely driving those living planets toward our Earth."
"Its ultimate goal is to use the sound of planetary collisions and Earth's destruction to find the 'Blind Idiot God' who disappeared over a decade ago amidst the ruins of this universe."
As he explained, the holographic projection displayed even more incoming, suffocating threats.
A planet completely infected by a mechanical virus, its entire body turned into cold metal—the legendary Cybertron.
A Zerg planet composed entirely of scarlet bugs and twisted blood vessels, radiating infinite malice, greedily devouring everything in its path.
Even the Moon, hanging high above the Earth and having accompanied human civilization for countless ages, began to emit eerie fetal movements from within, as if some ancient existence was about to awaken from its slumber.
"Our powerful contained objects, as well as those supreme divine entities that were once willing to shelter us, all departed for a higher narrative layer decades ago..."
A trace of worry finally surfaced on the face of a council member.
"What do we have left to fight these threats now?"
...
Just as the council members faced this dire predicament.
The awakening of the Titan gods was like the sounding of an ancient horn.
A special fluctuation spread to every corner of the globe, awakening the other slumbering guardians of this planet.
Deep in the South Pacific lay a mysterious island shrouded in mist year-round—Skull Island.
A massive Kong, the size of a mountain, was sleeping soundly in a valley, letting out thunderous snores.
Suddenly, he irritably scratched his furry head, then abruptly leaped up from the ground.
He sensed the call from his fellow "guardians." His eyes, initially filled with confusion, quickly morphed into a soaring will to fight.
"Roar—!!!"
An earth-shattering roar tore through the clouds above the island.
Beneath the Antarctic ice, three pairs of icy blue, giant eyes slowly opened.
Unimaginably terrifying cryogenic energy began to gather frantically. The ice sealing the three-headed dragon, Ghidorah, fractured with massive, bottomless fissures.
Inside an active volcano in Mexico, the slumbering fire demon, Rodan, also unfurled his magma wings, large enough to blot out the sky.
A violent volcanic eruption followed. Bathing in the boiling magma, he soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of crimson light as he flew rapidly toward the Pacific Ocean.
And in the dark, lightless depths of the ocean, ten thousand meters below, the true kings of this planet—Godzillas of different timelines and forms—were completely startled by this energy.
They felt the ancient aura radiating from the Titan gods.
Their ancient guardian instincts roused them from their slumber.
In the council's secret chamber, countless points of light representing the Titan behemoths lit up across the globe on the star map, rapidly converging on the Pacific Ocean.
"They aren't going to fight each other, are they...?"
"Are Earth's guardians actually going to wage a civil war before facing the external enemies?"
The council member's voice was filled with bitterness.
On Cronus's shoulder, Yang Yi also seemed to sense the gazes from afar.
The Titan god beneath him let out a low roar, the sound seemingly responding to those equally distant rivals.
A global war of behemoths seemed on the verge of breaking out.
...
Above the Pacific Ocean, winds surged and clouds churned.
Beneath the surface, a massive silhouette was rapidly ascending.
*Crash—!!!*
The seawater was violently pushed aside by an immense force, kicking up monstrous waves a hundred meters high.
Legendary Godzilla's oppressively massive body slowly rose from the sea, his dripping wet skin reflecting a dark luster under the lightning.
The flashing blue light on his dorsal fins stood in distant confrontation with the magma-like, searing glow radiating from Cronus in the sky.
Two entirely different yet equally powerful kingly auras clashed fiercely in the air, causing the very seawater beneath them to begin boiling.
Immediately after, two more figures surfaced one after another behind Legendary Godzilla.
One was Shin Godzilla, his skin ulcerated as if scorched, his body structure undergoing constant, agonizing mutations.
The other was the even more gargantuan Godzilla Earth, whose body seemed composed of both plant matter and metal, exuding powerful energy fluctuations.
And on the distant horizon, a giant figure was cleaving through the waves, swimming vigorously toward this battlefield.
It was none other than Kong, who had just left Skull Island.