Chapter 177: The End of the Divine Act
Everyone gathered around, curious about the new discovery.
Dr. Serizawa was no exception.
The researcher who had made the discovery transferred the data to the main screen, making it easier for everyone to see—rather than crowding around him, which might expose the fact that he had been secretly using Monarch's high-speed network to download certain "videos."
The main screen displayed a series of photographs—murals recorded by Monarch during their global expeditions, exploring ancient ruins from various civilizations.
These murals had long served as an important source of information for analyzing the Titans. Now, the researcher zoomed in on one particular photo.
The image depicted a simple line drawing, akin to primitive graffiti. Given the lack of pigments in ancient times, this was already considered impressive craftsmanship—far better than the crude stick figures they had often come across.
They recognized a familiar Titan—Godzilla!
Opposite Godzilla was a "human-like figure," seemingly locked in confrontation.
Though referred to as a human, its form was only vaguely humanoid. What stood out most was the presence of wings on its back.
The simplicity of the artwork made it impossible to determine what kind of wings they were, but the meaning was unmistakable—wings.
"Is this... a god?"
Dr. Serizawa's mind raced as he began analyzing the image.
"This mural was photographed inside an underground cave in Shennongjia, China," the researcher explained.
"This Titan should be Godzilla, one of the ancient Titans that has existed since time immemorial. As for the figure confronting it... Even if it's not a 'god,' it certainly seems close."
A human-like figure and a Titan in a standoff—above them, a shadow loomed in the sky.
Then came the second mural.
A three-headed monster descended from the heavens. Alongside the human figure and Godzilla, the mural depicted several other Titans.
"A three-headed monster? Monster Zero—King Ghidorah!"
Dr. Serizawa felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind.
There was no mistaking it. Among the Titans they knew of, only King Ghidorah fit this description.
"Could it be anyone else?"
"So the shadow in the sky refers to King Ghidorah. When 'the god' and Godzilla were about to fight, Ghidorah descended from the heavens?"
"What about the murals after this?" Serizawa pressed on.
"There are none—the cave partially collapsed due to geological activity…" the researcher responded.
"Such a pity!" It was as frustrating as having a story cut off right at the climax.
"Did rescue excavations uncover anything?" Serizawa asked eagerly.
"No, these murals are incredibly fragile, let alone…" The researcher shook his head helplessly. If they could have preserved them, they would have, but exposure to water caused the paintings to dissolve instantly—there was nothing they could do.
"Even so, we've solved part of the mystery of its identity… A god from ancient times?"
Serizawa could only sigh in disappointment.
In reality, this was all Chang Wei's handiwork.
He hadn't fabricated history or exaggerated his background—he had simply inserted two photographs at just the right places.
As for the cave? It had already been destroyed by geological activity. Who could check now?
Chang Wei understood well—human imagination was powerful. A lack of details only fueled speculation.
Whatever theories they came up with, it didn't matter to him.
News of Monarch's discovery quickly spread to world governments.
The conclusion?
King Ghidorah had descended from the heavens—meaning it was an extraterrestrial lifeform.
An alien.
And as for the "god" and the Titans?
It seemed they had originally been about to fight, but when King Ghidorah arrived, they joined forces instead.
But with so much missing information, one question tormented them:
If King Ghidorah had only been sealed in ice rather than killed, then…
Why didn't the god and the Titans go after Ghidorah once they reawakened?
Why was it only Godzilla who confronted it?
And what about the god?
Was it still the same entity from ancient times? Or was it a new god?
Was there only one god, or had there been many—most of whom had perished?
The avalanche of mysteries left humanity bewildered.
Many were disappointed.
A large faction had hoped that Chang Wei was a superhuman—at least then, they wouldn't feel so powerless.
Unfortunately, Chang Wei had no interest in being their savior.
Creating the identity of a god wasn't about helping humanity—it was about showing off, standing above them, and avoiding unnecessary human entanglements.
It was boring. Fighting Saitama again would be far more fun.
As human satellites continued their surveillance of the "god," Chang Wei grew impatient.
"You're admiring my divine presence for free? You've seen the spectacle—how much more do you need?"
With a thought, he shut down all the satellites.
"What happened? Why did the screen go dark?"
"The satellite lost signal!"
"That's impossible! We checked—there were no meteors or space debris nearby!"
"The satellites are intact… But it's not just ours—China's and Russia's satellites lost signal too!"
"Wait, are you saying… He discovered our surveillance?"
Humanity was once again shocked.
They had used satellites to monitor Titans for years—none had ever reacted.
But now, the god had.
Before, they had maintained an arrogant sense of superiority, viewing everything from above.
Now? They felt powerless.
"Did he notice from the start, or just now?"
This was critical.
If he had noticed from the beginning, yet chose to ignore them, was it because…
He wanted them to witness his divine power?
"Divine power, as vast as the abyss... Divine wrath, like a raging storm…"
They had seen divine punishment—thunder and storms.
But what did he intend?
To restore an age of divine rule?
"Maybe he just realized it now…" Some tried to stay optimistic. Not everything had to be worst-case scenario.
"Honestly, if he can protect us, wouldn't that be a good thing?"
Some weren't opposed to divine rule.
"What's wrong with scientists studying theology? Can't we worship a god?"
Chang Wei had forcibly shut down all surveillance satellites.
By manipulating electromagnetic forces, he rewrote their internal systems so that they would only activate when he wanted.
Of course, he wouldn't completely disable them—how else would he put on grand displays in the future?
Riding Rodan, Chang Wei soared to a remote island, stretching lazily.
"Even pretending to be a god is exhausting."
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