Chapter 190: The Mad Humans
Chang Wei found the live-action version of Battle Royale quite entertaining.
He witnessed both the brilliance and darkness of human nature, but given his vast collection of memories from countless individuals, he was rarely moved anymore.
The more he saw, the calmer he became.
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The Pacific Ocean!
The place where Godzilla was suppressed.
Now, humanity had figured out that a "god" had sealed Godzilla, throwing it into the depths of the ocean. They even deployed fleets to monitor Godzilla.
Yes, they believed they were monitoring Godzilla.
Human arrogance could sometimes be truly baffling.
But in a way, this was also Chang Wei's fault. After all, he had fabricated the idea that the Titans and humans shared a common origin.
As a result, Titans no longer seemed as terrifying in the eyes of humanity.
"We are all creations of the Creator, after all. To think we once considered worshiping Titans as gods—what a joke!"
How could one creation of God worship another?
Although it wasn't exactly the same concept, it was close enough.
Titans were akin to angels, beings imbued with divine power—Fire's Children.
Humans, on the other hand, were Earth's Children—ordinary, yet through science, they had gained the means to battle and even challenge Titans.
Thus, they no longer needed to fear them. They had a "god" on their side.
Even if they could not influence or communicate with this "god"…
Still, their god had intervened for them, crushing King Ghidorah and Godzilla in battle.
A one-sided slaughter.
But wasn't that proof enough that their god cared about his creations?
With that, humanity felt reassured. As long as they had a god, humanity would never go extinct. And if they survived, they could rise again—perhaps even surpass the Titans and become the greatest of the Creator's works.
And so, while they monitored the sealed Godzilla, they also sought to study it.
This marked the first time in history that a Titan was being analyzed in such detail. And not just any Titan—this was the King of Monsters.
The post-disaster world was gripped with madness.
Prominent scientists and experts from across the globe, undeterred by any obstacles, rushed to examine Godzilla. They dreamed of creating a monster of their own.
Using the power of a god required belief in that god.
But humans were cunning. They always tried to find loopholes.
Could they bypass their god? Could they harness divine power without faith?
With King Ghidorah's remains and a captive Godzilla at their disposal, humanity now possessed samples from both the greatest of the Creator's works and the most powerful alien lifeform.
And since King Ghidorah was not a creation of their god…
Could it hold the potential to surpass their god?
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"What are the test results on Godzilla?"
The Monarch Organization had undergone a complete overhaul, now controlled by a mix of powerful figures and top scientific minds.
With Godzilla pinned beneath the trident, it was completely immobilized, allowing researchers free reign to study it.
"Godzilla's cells exhibit terrifying levels of erosion," a scientist reported. "Every living subject exposed to them has mutated into a monster. This could be a restriction set by the god himself…"
After all, this was a creation of the divine. Strange biological properties were to be expected, and traditional human scientific frameworks were insufficient to explain them. Their only option was to observe, document, analyze, and hypothesize—
The very essence of modern science.
"What about Ghidorah's samples?"
"The results are just as shocking. Even though the main body is dead, the cells remain active. With electrical stimulation, they can still regenerate."
The researchers were ecstatic. These two specimens were rewriting the very foundations of genetics.
No wonder they were considered the pinnacle of divine and extraterrestrial creations.
Thus, Project Monarch 2.0 was born.
The goal? Create human-made Titans to eradicate the Titans.
The original Monarch Plan aimed to eliminate all Titans. But now, with access to Godzilla and Ghidorah's samples, a new and more ambitious version had emerged.
Driven by their thirst for power, many high-ranking figures had secretly obtained these samples, and they would stop at nothing to achieve results.
Especially those on the brink of death.
So while the Monarch Organization was still conducting tests on plants and animals, underground human trials had already begun.
They had their justifications: Humanity was on the verge of extinction!
With the global population reduced to just two billion, those who remained lived in constant fear.
And in times of desperation, sacrifices had to be made.
The homeless who had received government aid, the isolated souls with no family to notice their disappearance, and the countless low-caste individuals from a certain "White Elephant" nation…
All of them had "volunteered" to serve humanity.
"Their sacrifice will never be forgotten."
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"Praise the Creator… what a magnificent creation."
"Compared to ordinary humans, I believe these are the Creator's finest works."
On the west coast of America, a secret facility—infamous worldwide as Hell Island—operated in the shadows.
Within its research complex were imprisoned criminals and deranged scientists.
Among them was the Father of Rat-Men, known for his grotesque experiments in hybridizing humans with animals.
There were also researchers infamous for live dissections and organ transplants between species.
For them, the study of forbidden sciences was not a horror but a thrill.
In fact, they considered the higher-ups too timid and foolish.
"Why separate the Godzilla and Ghidorah samples into two different research sites?"
They craved to know—what would happen if a single subject were injected with both?
Such data would be invaluable in their quest to understand and manipulate these genes.
"Cowards. They squirm like worms, yet they still hold power over us. Why haven't we thrown them into the experiments yet?"
The Father of Rat-Men sneered in disdain, his eyes gleaming with madness as he gazed at the figure before him.
A mutant.
The subject's entire right arm had transformed—covered in grotesque, scale-like keratin, mirroring Godzilla's own monstrous features. The mutation had spread across the abdomen, crushing normal flesh beneath its alien growth.
"Godzilla's cells force the host to evolve in its own image. This is wonderful!"
"The human body is weak and fragile. Why cling to our old forms?"
"Why not abandon our past… and become the New Humanity?"