Evolving Monster in the Monsterverse

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: One after Another



The sea no longer whispered with peace or silence. It groaned now, a low, continuous rumble that carried beneath the tides, signalling a war without banners. The trench had become a tomb, and Mark; Titanus Oodako, was its crypt-keeper, unblinking, unsleeping, and merciless. He had not moved far from the Breach. There was no need. The world's might, whether from beneath or above, came to him now. They brought their violence to his doorstep, and in return, he offered nothing but death.

Seven days had passed since the last Kaiju; a foolish, malformed creature whose legacy was now reduced to skeletal fragments drifting in the thermocline. When the sea trembled again, it was not with fear, but inevitability. Mark opened his twelve glowing eyes, now accompanied by two dozen more, all spread evenly across the length of his ten serpentine limbs. Their light shimmered orange in the abyss, like volcanic embers beneath a storm-black tide.

The new intruder emerged slowly. A shape not unlike a monstrous turtle, its carapace wide and jagged like fault-lines across tectonic plates. Spines jutted upward like mountains breaking the surface, and its breath left trails of yellow gas that clung to the water like algae bloom.

Mark did not wait. He surged forward with deliberate force, every muscle beneath his hide contracting in synchrony. The speed of his charge belied his size, a brutal symphony of biological engineering far beyond natural design. One tentacle smashed into the creature's shell, and the impact alone shattered coral in a kilometre radius. The Kaiju reeled backward, limbs flailing, but it was too slow, too unprepared. Another of Mark's limbs coiled around its underside, and then he compressed.

The sound that followed was not a crack or a shatter, but a wet implosion, as if the ocean itself winced. The Kaiju's shell, designed for pressure and depth, failed spectacularly against Mark's impossible muscle density. Bone, flesh, and organ crumpled inward like tinfoil. He did not consume it for novelty or ability, only for mass. Biomass meant growth. Biomass meant genetic saturation and finally evolution. And he was close.

Five days passed in heavy silence. Mark remained still, drawing in only nutrients from the surrounding microfauna while metabolising the latest corpse. The Breach trembled again, this time more violently. He flexed his dorsal plates slightly, releasing a small surge of heat to adjust for the growing energy shifts nearby.

Something fast approached. It came like a javelin of bone and hatred, slicing through water with impossible speed. The shape was narrow and long, covered in scale-armour like obsidian blades. It aimed directly for Mark's heart with the single-minded will of a missile.

Yet as the creature struck, it did not find softness. Its spear-like skull slammed against Mark's armoured hide and halted mid-charge. The Kaiju's snout cracked on impact, bone giving way to skin so dense it had absorbed nuclear detonation and lived.

Mark responded with a single motion; a coiled limb rising and hammering downward. He struck the creature between its narrowed eyes, sending it spiralling. Then, with another arm, he impaled it through the abdomen, lifting its flailing body in the deep like a banner of conquest before consuming it.

Another three days. Another intruder.

This one twisted upward from the trench like a dark mirror, a creature that mimicked the very shape and silhouette of Mark himself. Ten limbs, plated hide, predatory eyes. It moved with an eerie familiarity, tentacles lashing forward in synchrony, as if trying to mimic Mark's movements.

For a brief moment, Mark paused, analysing the creation. It lacked precision. It lacked the resonance of fused systems or the layered logic of evolution. It was a mockery of him; an abomination born from observation but not comprehension.

Mark struck fast, cleaving two limbs with one swing, another three with another. The creature bled dark matter, something not quite fluid nor fully solid. The Tentapus tried to retreat, realising its mistake too late, but Mark gave no such quarter. He dragged it to the trench floor and tore it apart, consuming its remains for no purpose other than absorption. There were no new traits. It had offered nothing he did not already have other than gene material.

Only one day later, the tremor returned, but this time it was... different. A new biological signal emerged from the rift, steeped in chemical warfare and internal volatility. The Kaiju emerged in spasms, its body pulsating with sacs of acid or venom; Mark couldn't tell which. The creature released clouds of poison that instantly killed all smaller fauna in the water, a dense, misty fluid with bioluminescent particles designed to warn away predators.

Mark advanced anyway. The clouds clung to him, but he no longer needed to care. His biology had adapted to toxins, acids, and the extremes of nature. The venom soaked his hide but failed to penetrate the core tissues.

The Kaiju tried to flee, but he latched onto its spine and dragged it backward, tearing into it with two serrated limbs, cutting along muscle and exoskeletal ridges until the creature fell silent. He devoured the entire sac intact, letting the internal acids fuel his secondary metabolism system.

[Genome Saturation Index: 84.00%]

He was almost there.

High above, satellites observed silently, their images fed in real time to the deep vaults of the Shatterdome's command centre. Marshal Stacker Pentecost stood with arms behind his back, shoulders squared, his dark eyes fixed on the projection of Titanus Oodako's latest feeding. His face betrayed nothing, but the air behind him was filled with tension and motion.

"Sir," came the voice of Commander Katsura, "we've assembled all active and recommissioned Jaegers. Twelve in total. Standing by for final order."

There was a silence in the room, broken only by the hum of electronics and the heavy sound of shifting boots as the weight of this moment pressed down on every officer present.

Pentecost did not answer immediately. He watched the way Mark moved beneath the waves. No panic. No hesitation. Every kill was swift and clean—no wasted motion, no wasted energy.

When he finally spoke, it was not with anger, but with command born of gravity, "Deploy all units."

There was no fanfare. No celebration. Only the shudder of war machines being brought to life, one final time.


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