Chapter 191: A Fatter Godzilla
In the eyes of the Father of the Rat-Men and his group of crazed researchers, everything about Godzilla represented perfection.
"If you're worried about not being able to appreciate it, just modify your irises, adjust your hormones, or evolve your senses so you can perceive Godzilla's aesthetics. That way, beauties will still be beauties, and handsome men will still be handsome..."
That's how the big shots think—stupid, bloated. Because of them, humanity is constantly embroiled in conflicts, endlessly repeating research, wasting resources and time. If they had united from the beginning, eliminating divisions, perhaps humanity would have already ventured into the vast cosmos.
"Doctor, do you want to become something like Godzilla or King Ghidorah?"
A sudden voice rang out behind him.
"Of course I do! Such an unparalleled, beautiful creation—"
The Father of the Rat-Men instinctively responded, but in the next moment, a searing pain ripped through his body.
"Then I'll grant your wish. I don't like this island—might as well turn it into my breeding ground."
Chang Wei's telepathic reach extended beyond Earth and the Moon. He wasn't just watching the battle royale on Skull Island; he was also monitoring what most humans were doing. Especially when they talked about him—praising or discussing him—it made him feel...
Ah—utterly delighted!
So, it was no surprise that he noticed this hellish island. He had already visited other laboratories—this was the last one.
For those who yearned for Godzilla and King Ghidorah, he had brought them exactly what they desired.
Monster Cells + Godzilla Cells + King Ghidorah Cells = The Ultimate King of Monsters!
For Chang Wei, he was curious about what surprises Godzilla could bring him. If they could create a super monster beyond dragons—even beyond gods—it would be interesting. Not that it would be a threat to him; they were just points for his gene collection.
After all, compared to when he left the One Punch Man world, Chang Wei had grown exponentially stronger—doubling his power every single day.
1+1+1… all the way to now. He figured that if Saitama, who had likely grown bored and stopped getting stronger, were still around, he might just be able to punch him hard enough to make his nose bleed.
Back then, Saitama's growth had been an exponential explosion. Who knew how much stronger he had become since then?
The Father of the Rat-Men struggled, trying to control his body that was being torn apart.
But the three fused cell types were monstrous entities, competing for nutrients, devouring each other to grow stronger.
King Ghidorah had the ability to assimilate an entire planetary ecosystem—so did Godzilla. Their cells carried their individual wills and traits.
All over the world, suddenly, hundreds—thousands—of grotesque "Ghidorah Godzillas" emerged, each with massive wings and terrifying, monstrous forms. Humanity was on the brink of catastrophe, as these newly created Kings of Monsters had no rationality—only an insatiable drive for destruction.
"The tiny arms are gone—replaced by two of King Ghidorah's heads. And this fat lizard has sprouted a pair of dragon wings. What about the monster cells? Oh, they were completely absorbed..."
Chang Wei observed the Ultimate King of Monsters before him, filled with uncontrollable rage. Its body was that of Godzilla, but its small arms had transformed into two long, serpentine Ghidorah heads.
Its tail had also become a Ghidorah head, and from its back, Ghidorah's massive wings unfurled.
The monster cells had provided an immense amount of energy and nutrients, causing even the former humans to balloon into towering beings over 50 to 60 meters tall.
And as if provoked by the emergence of so many Ghidorah Godzillas, something stirred in the deep sea—Godzilla itself had awakened!
At that moment, the seabed trembled violently. The shockwaves caused by Godzilla's movement sent ripples across the ocean, shaking fleets, submarines, and even temporary underwater bases monitoring its activity.
The sudden quake even warped the structural integrity of the seabed base!
After all, no matter how durable the materials were, it was already a miracle that they could withstand deep-sea pressure. But if an undersea quake occurred, structural failure was inevitable.
"What's happening? Is Godzilla waking up?"
"It's just a struggle—but even that was enough to generate such immense energy and trigger an undersea earthquake!"
"Are we in danger?"
"Not good! The seabed base is compromised—water is leaking in!"
With water infiltrating the base, an explosion was inevitable. The loss of pressure balance could cause the entire facility to be crushed into a paper-thin sheet.
But there was no time for a rescue. Godzilla had awakened, and it wasn't just stirring—it was actively resisting. No one knew what would happen next.
"Boom!"
Godzilla's roar sent shockwaves through the ocean, its sound traveling thousands of kilometers.
It seemed enraged, thrashing violently.
And its Burning Godzilla state had long since faded, returning to stability.
"ROOOOAAAAAARRR!!"
A blast of atomic breath erupted from Godzilla's maw, instantly vaporizing a nearby submarine that had failed to escape in time.
The superheated atomic breath effortlessly melted through the submarine's hull, causing a chain explosion. Some of the destroyed vessels were even nuclear-powered, leading to an immediate nuclear spill.
But fortunately, Godzilla was there. To it, leaked nuclear fuel and radiation were the perfect feast.
"Looks like it's gotten even bigger?"
Chang Wei observed the now bulkier Godzilla, deep in thought.
It had put on quite a bit of mass.
It seemed that absorbing the energy from that nuclear warhead, along with Mothra's light energy, had pushed Godzilla into another evolution, making it even stronger.
Compared to the Godzilla in Godzilla vs. Kong, this one was noticeably fatter—and fat meant power!
Especially as it hungrily absorbed the nuclear radiation and fuel. As its dorsal fins lit up, Chang Wei could feel atomic energy far surpassing that of Burning Godzilla's breath.
"ROOOOAAAAAARRR!!"
Having absorbed nuclear energy and radiation, Godzilla thrashed once more.
Three razor-sharp tridents had impaled its neck and arm bones, pinning it to the seabed.
But the seabed was just a mass of accumulated silt—it wasn't solid rock. Even if it were, with Godzilla's monstrous strength, there was no way it couldn't break free.
This was something that could only be explained as a "miracle."
Godzilla didn't understand—but it didn't need to. It had always been a brute-force fighter.
If it didn't understand?
Then just use raw power!
The tridents began to shake. Sensing them loosening, Godzilla ignored the searing pain and thrashed wildly.
The churning ocean currents turned into massive waves, whipping up a violent storm.