GTAG Chapter 83 Red Dust
For Godzilla, evolution came naturally. His body adapted to the harshest extremes with ease. But what he lacked was time.
How large could he grow? Even he didn't know. Theoretically, his growth could rival that of an entire planet. But such expansion would take tens of thousands, perhaps millions of years.
The Red Dust offered a solution. It could not directly accelerate his evolution, but it could speed the flow of time itself around him—allowing his growth to surge forward at impossible speeds.
For years he had slumbered on the ocean floor, yet his size had barely increased, gaining no more than a few dozen meters. Worse still, his growth was slowing. The larger his body became, the greater the mass, and the greater the energy required to sustain it. Even his fusion-reactor-like core could not keep pace forever.
Without sufficient reinforcement, rapid growth would leave his body fragile, like paper stretched too thin. A hundred-meter beast with the mass of only a few thousand tons was no true threat—Godzilla could crush such creatures like ants.
Still, his current Red Dust reserves were far too scarce. He barely understood how the substance worked. Only the faint spacetime energy within him allowed him to manipulate it at all. Without that, he doubted he would have gained the ability in the first place.
Rodan had wielded the Red Dust instinctively, but its nature was clearly more complex than he once believed. His genetic absorption ability alone would not be enough.
Godzilla found himself grateful yet again for the strange twist of fate. When he had crossed into this existence, becoming Godzilla, his G-cells had anchored the spacetime energy clinging to his soul. That power had let him traverse worlds. Without it, he might still be struggling just to survive.
But now his ambitions were shifting.
Before, he had hoped to avoid confrontation with Singular Point Godzilla for as long as possible. But after realizing the hidden potential within his own spacetime energy, a new thought took root: if he could devour a fragment of Singular Point Godzilla's flesh, he might be able to forge his own version of Red Dust.
The Red Dust was bound to Singular Point Godzilla's very being. Recreating it perfectly was impossible. Yet with his spacetime energy, perhaps he could create a weaker but personal variant. The risk was real—absorbing the flesh of another Godzilla might twist him in unpredictable ways. But the chance of death was slim, and the lure of power was irresistible.
His spacetime energy was both his greatest asset and his greatest frustration. Vast, overwhelming—yet uncontrollable. Only after consuming the biomass factories of the Precursors had he learned to wield even fragments of its temporal flow. Even then, he lacked the means to weaponize it. Against enemies, it was useless.
But if he devoured Singular Point Godzilla, perhaps that barrier would shatter. His instincts told him this was the key.
Danger or not, he would act. He would sink his fangs into Singular Point Godzilla.
The Red Dust drifting around him was too little, a mere shimmer in the current. It could not push his time forward by more than a sliver. Shaking his massive head, Godzilla rose from the seabed, his colossal body shifting. A battle loomed, one he could not take lightly. Singular Point Godzilla was the strongest foe he had yet encountered—and perhaps ever would.
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The Red Dust spread faster than anyone anticipated. Within days it had swept across the globe, choking seas and skies alike. With it came monsters.
Rodan swarms were the most numerous—easy to kill, but endless in number. Slaughtered by the dozens, only for more to emerge. Alongside them came serpents from the depths, and countless horrors upon the land. Nations reeled under the onslaught.
And above all loomed Godzilla.
The moment Singular Point Godzilla appeared, his aggression was unmistakable. He hunted and slew the sea serpent Manda, then turned on everything that moved. Only the Rodans that fled high into the sky were spared.
Japan, already braced for Godzilla's return, moved swiftly. Their forces attacked the crimson giant without hesitation. But Singular Point Godzilla unleashed a shockwave that annihilated everything around him. The blast burned his own flesh, forcing him to cocoon himself within crystallized Red Dust.
Within that scarlet prison, his body mended at terrifying speed. He was evolving, adapting to life upon the land. The world's leaders debated desperately, plotting strikes against the crystalline shell. The longer he remained within, the greater the threat.
But before they could act, another titan appeared—massive, midnight-black, its body veined with molten cracks of magma.
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