GTAG Chapter 80 Singularity
While the Electrobeast prowled the desert, keeping the hidden laboratory below on edge, Godzilla had already shifted his attention elsewhere.
He had discovered another world.
But instead of excitement, unease filled him.
This world was dangerous—too dangerous.
And the deeper Godzilla studied it, the clearer it became: the strongest Godzilla was not himself, not Void-G, but another entirely.
Godzilla Singular Point.
That world teemed with monsters as well, but unlike other realms, here the kaiju represented calamity itself.
The Singularity Godzilla was no ordinary beast—it was a high-dimensional entity, the harbinger of planetary destruction.
And the terrifying truth was that this destruction could not be prevented. Only delayed.
When the Singular Point Godzilla first manifested, it emerged in an aquatic form. Only after coming ashore did it evolve into its terrestrial body, and from there its size continued to increase endlessly.
What set that world apart was the presence of the Red Dust. Every kaiju there could manipulate it.
Red Dust was no mere miasma—it carried immense power, including the ability to influence time. Monsters infused with it gained a primitive control over temporal flow. Most used it instinctively, simply accelerating their own evolution.
But Singularity Godzilla was different. Unlike other Godzillas, its breath weapon did not rely on an atomic furnace. In fact, it had no reactor at all.
Instead, its attack folded light across time itself, condensing and amplifying it into a high-energy beam.
In theory, its destructive potential had no limit.
The first time it unleashed this power, it only managed a shimmering halo of light, enough to kill a single Rodan. But the second time, after an agonizing buildup of pressure, the attack became a devastating beam. Rings of energy formed before its maw, the breath lanced through them, each circle expanding outward with a force that twisted space. A building crumbled beneath it.
Compared to Void-G's city-leveling atomic breath, it seemed weak. But at that moment, Singularity Godzilla's body was still small.
Each subsequent use shortened the charge time and amplified the power. Its growth rate was terrifying. Its upper limit? Unknown.
Worse still, Singularity Godzilla was a being from higher dimensions.
What unsettled Godzilla most—yet also stirred his greed—was the Red Dust itself.
That substance ran through every thread of the story. Kaiju wielded it, humans stumbled to harness it, all striving to delay apocalypse. But while monsters commanded it as second nature, humans barely scratched its surface.
Godzilla found himself wondering: should he avoid the Singularity Godzilla and instead devour some lesser beast, stealing its ability to manipulate Red Dust?
The problem was that Red Dust was finite. He could not generate it himself. It only emerged with monsters. Even if he stole the ability to control it, he would consume it like water drawn from a dry well.
In that world, only two monsters truly wielded Red Dust in abundance. One was Singularity Godzilla. The other was Salunga.
Compared to Godzilla, Salunga's use was crude, primal. Godzilla was not surprised. The Singularity was apocalypse itself—unique by nature.
But the real question gnawed at him: could he find a way to produce Red Dust himself?
No matter how he calculated, the answer was the same. Impossible. Red Dust was a native property of that world, something no outsider could replicate.
At best, he could hope to seize control of it. To generate it was beyond his reach. At least for now.
Still, he consoled himself. He didn't need to produce oceans of it. If he gathered enough, it might suffice for his purposes.
Yes. What he truly desired was Singularity Godzilla's breath. The beam that folded light and time itself. To wield such power, he only needed enough Red Dust—not an infinite supply.
Even so, the substance was likely more powerful than even he imagined. He would only know once he had it in his grasp.
For now, there was a slim advantage. The Singularity Godzilla had only just descended into its world. It was still adapting, still learning, still growing. Early on, its threat was limited.
But Godzilla would not confront it yet. Who knew whether it might trace the passage back to his own world? If it did, chaos would follow.
What chilled him most was the thought that, with its mastery of Red Dust, the Singularity might even track its presence across worlds. If so, Red Dust would become a curse, a trap too dangerous to touch.
The thought made Godzilla grind his teeth in frustration.
Void-G was powerful, yes, but a foe Godzilla believed he could one day surpass.
Singularity Godzilla, however, felt boundless. An enemy from higher dimensions—how did one even fight such a thing?
And yet… there was a possible path.
Even if Red Dust itself was perilous, the other kaiju of that world were not beyond reach. If he devoured them, perhaps he could steal fragments of their temporal manipulation.
Everything depended on whether he could truly claim the Red Dust's power for his own.
If not, then sooner or later, he would have to stand against the Singularity itself.
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