GTAG Chapter 88: Forced Awakening
Crack!
With a sickening snap of bone, Godzilla bit through Singularity Godzilla's neck and tore its head clean off.
The light faded from Singularity Godzilla's eyes as its massive body slumped, finally still.
After a brutal battle, Godzilla had killed his foe.
Yet even then, he did not relax. Singularity Godzilla was not so easily slain.
More accurately, he had robbed it of the ability to move.
Unless its head grew back—or was reattached—it was effectively "dead."
Godzilla flung the severed head aside. It arced through the air, smashed into a skyscraper, and tumbled into the rubble below.
After ripping a hunk of flesh from the corpse and swallowing it, Godzilla turned and left this world without hesitation.
His disappearance brought a wave of relief to humanity.
But their attention quickly shifted to what he had left behind—the corpse of Singularity Godzilla.
Even with global chaos spreading, greed burned in many hearts. That carcass was a prize they could not resist. And already, factions were moving to claim it.
Soon after, they noticed something terrifying.
Ever since Singularity Godzilla's fall, the global "Red Dust" stopped spreading, except in scattered regions.
And the countless Rodans circling the skies were no longer coordinated—they scattered, screeching like headless flies.
Then one Rodan veered toward the corpse. It was the signal. All the rest followed, wings beating as they swarmed to the site of Singularity Godzilla's death.
It was as though something about that body was calling to them.
Humans caught in their path were ignored. The Rodans had a new objective.
At the battle's ruins, survivors found the severed head where Godzilla had hurled it.
It lay in a crater, surrounded by gore. Just looking at it filled them with dread… and nausea that came not from blood, but from some deep, primal revulsion.
"Wait… did it just move?" someone shouted.
Others turned. A trembling finger pointed to the severed head.
"That's impossible. It's just a head—what could it possibly do?" another dismissed.
But several pairs of eyes swore they had seen it twitch.
Then—"Screech!"
A Rodan burst out from the ragged neck stump, gnawing on exposed muscle.
"Open fire!"
Gunfire ripped through the air, riddling the Rodan until it fell dead.
"See? Just a head. No way it could—"
Schlkt!
A fleshy tentacle erupted from the stump, skewering a soldier through the chest and hoisting him high.
Only then did the others see it: more tendrils writhing from the torn flesh of the neck.
"AHHH! Fire! Fire!"
They opened up in blind panic, spraying bullets at the horror before them.
But the tentacles were swift. They lashed through the crowd, impaling, crushing, and flinging bodies until they burst against the ground like discarded meat.
Then the tendrils linked together, dragging the severed head back to the corpse.
In moments, the head fused to the neck.
Within seconds, the wound sealed, the flesh knitting perfectly back together. Even the bite marks left by Godzilla vanished.
Singularity Godzilla opened its eyes once more.
Confused, it scanned the city. Godzilla was gone.
Puzzlement flickered in its gaze. Did that giant monster truly not understand how to finish the job? To burn its corpse to ash, to deny resurrection?
Either that creature was a fool—or it had a purpose Singularity Godzilla could not yet fathom.
And perhaps, that purpose had already been achieved.
The thought left it unsettled.
Still, the mission remained: destroy this world. Godzilla could wait.
…
Meanwhile, Godzilla had not returned to his own reality. Instead, he stepped back into the Resident Evil world.
Until he was sure no enemy could track him, returning home was too great a risk.
Here, at least, he could rest.
And so, he sank into slumber, his body busy digesting the flesh of Singularity Godzilla.
Even in sleep, a fragment of his awareness remained vigilant. If the fabric of space trembled, if an intruder crossed into this world, he would awaken.
Satisfied, he closed his eyes fully.
The digestion went quickly, his stomach stripping the alien meat to its core.
Almost at once, the spacetime energy within his body surged wildly again, fiercer than before. His G-cells pulsed with new vitality.
Godzilla was evolving again.
This time, he could sense it—the change would be profound.
But the process was costly. His atomic reactor burned energy at several times the normal rate, the hunger gnawing deeper with each passing day.
The burden of absorbing Singularity Godzilla's essence was immense.
A month later, he stirred from his sleep.
Not because of danger outside… but because his reactor was nearly empty.
If he could not replenish his energy soon, this precious evolution would end unfinished.
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