GTAG Chapter 3: Landing
Though the Atomic Breath is immensely powerful, it has one major flaw—its energy consumption is enormous.
In the original timeline, the destructive force of Godzilla's Atomic Breath was vastly overpowered.
Now, he needed to adjust the output valve of this ability.
Normally, setting the temperature at one hundred thousand degrees Celsius was enough. Only when facing tougher opponents would he unleash a stronger blast.
Though the destructive power would be reduced, its consumption would decrease greatly.
Gone were the days where he emptied all his energy and gave humans a chance to counter him with coagulant.
Adjusting the strength of his Atomic Breath was precisely to guard against that weapon.
After all, humanity's greatest threat against him was the coagulant—created from his own cells—designed specifically to bring him down.
And he had no perfect way to counter it.
His blood was vital for his cooling system. If it was compromised, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Still, while he couldn't remove the problem completely, that didn't mean it was unsolvable.
The coagulant needed to enter his body to work. As long as he didn't let anything suspicious get close, he would be safe.
Everything was ready—only one detail remained.
In the original timeline, a certain professor, through unknown means, influenced Godzilla into choosing DJ Bay as his landing point.
Now, such an influence had to be eliminated.
Otherwise, it could become a hidden danger.
If it were the original Godzilla, without any intelligence—more beast than monster—there would have been no way.
But he was different. Now, as the one inhabiting Godzilla's body, he had absolute control.
This was why he could freely remodel himself.
Godzilla's natural evolution, once passive, had now become active under his intelligence.
And any "foreign presence" inside his body could easily be purged.
That professor had skill, admittedly.
After studying Godzilla for years, he and his assistants used a sacrificial method to become part of Godzilla's body, subtly influencing his mind and steering him toward landfall.
But such influence was never permanent. In time, the professor and his assistants would have been completely assimilated and erased. He had only accelerated that process.
To be honest, without the professor's meddling, Godzilla should have remained in the ocean, evolving into a massive aquatic creature beyond imagination, not a land-dweller.
And so, the question arose: should he return to land, or remain in the sea?
He no longer had a reason to set foot on land. Yet staying in the ocean felt as though all his evolution would be wasted.
After some thought, Godzilla decided he had to step on land—if only to test just how powerful he truly was now.
Though he already knew from the original timeline that conventional weapons couldn't harm him, that knowledge could only serve as a reference, never an answer. To rely on it blindly would eventually bring disaster.
Most importantly, even if humanity used nuclear weapons, they posed no real threat.
The million-degree temperatures of a nuclear blast might sound terrifying, but Godzilla would never allow one to detonate directly on him.
And even if one exploded prematurely, as long as he wasn't at the center of the blast, it wouldn't harm him. In fact, he could even absorb the nuclear radiation to replenish his energy.
It was time to make landfall.
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"Godzilla is a god!"
"Godzilla is our punishment! You cannot attack him!"
A crowd marched through the streets holding banners, chanting fervent slogans.
To anyone watching, it looked like a cult spreading its influence.
And indeed, since Godzilla's appearance, the so-called Godzilla Cult had sprung up at an incredible speed.
In their fear, many who remained in the city joined this suspicious group, hoping their devotion might spare them from attack.
The rest of the population either hid at home or desperately tried to flee the city—or even the entire country.
But with countless people attempting to escape, the roads clogged completely. No real evacuation was possible, leaving the city trapped in chaos.
The city had become a living hell, where nothing seemed impossible anymore.
Meanwhile, the wealthy had already fled the country, moving their assets abroad.
They knew that even if Godzilla vanished, their nation was finished.
No one wanted to remain in a land where monsters had set foot. Even if no new ones appeared, the stain could never be erased.
During the three days Godzilla remained in the ocean depths, the entire world descended into turmoil.
Not only his homeland, but nations across the globe trembled at the thought of Godzilla swimming toward their shores.
One after another, they urged his country to deploy nuclear weapons and destroy him.
Such a colossal being couldn't be killed with conventional arms. Nuclear force was the only hope.
The Biggest Nation enthusiastically offered help.
When it came to nuclear weapons, they claimed second to none.
Though they had never used nukes in war, they had turned them into tools—digging reservoirs with nuclear blasts, sealing leaking gas fields with them. They had mastered every trick.
But the island nation Japan refused.
The Prime Minister in particular was adamant.
Their country had already suffered two nuclear strikes in history. Did they really want a third on his watch?
Couldn't it at least wait until another administration?
Why was his fate so unlucky?
He had long wanted to flee, but now the eyes of his nation—and the world—were locked on him.
If he ran, his reputation would be ruined forever.
But a ruined reputation meant little compared to staying alive.
What truly held him back was his lingering hope.
Maybe, just maybe, once the monster returned to the ocean depths, it would never come back to land.
But fate loves irony.
Reports arrived: after three days beneath the sea, Godzilla had landed.
"Quick! Prepare the plane—we're evacuating!"
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