Godzilla: The Monarch of Ruins

The Indian Ocean Precedence First Fleet, better known simply as the Indian Ocean Fleet, stood as the world's second-largest naval force, an indomitable arm of the World United Government. For over eighty years, alongside the other two major fleets, it had been the iron hammer keeping countless separatists and rogue nations in check. Their presence alone was enough to quell most rebellions before they could even spark.

Though the fleet had never actually fired a shot in direct warfare, it hung like the Sword of Damocles over those who dared to challenge the United Government's rule. And today, for the first time in its history, the blade would finally fall—not upon humans, but upon something far worse.

The target? The deadliest creature in human history—Godzilla.

For decades, this behemoth had ravaged the world, bringing entire civilizations to their knees. No war, no plague, no disaster had ever claimed as many lives. And now, it was heading straight for Tokyo. The world's most formidable naval force would be the first—and perhaps last—line of defense.

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Nine superconductive magnetohydrodynamic propulsion submarines formed the vanguard, designed to operate in the most extreme underwater conditions. Supporting them were five anti-submarine destroyers and seven missile destroyers, a secondary force meant to hammer the target from a safe distance. Eight anti-submarine frigates and twenty-two missile frigates established a strategic encirclement, ensuring there was no escape.

Above them loomed the real giants: three main aircraft carriers, each bristling with cutting-edge drones, torpedoes, and bombers, serving as the nerve centers of the operation.

Fifty-four warships, over 500,000 tons of military firepower, advancing at breakneck speed through the Nemuro Strait, their mission clear—

Do not let it reach Tokyo.

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The command center aboard the fleet's flagship carrier was a symphony of flashing screens, radio chatter, and tense officers monitoring every blip on the radar. The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a kaiju-sized knife.

"Commander, Godzilla is now within range of our main fleet. Should we launch the attack?"

All eyes turned to Commander Huang, a grizzled veteran whose career had been defined more by diplomacy than warfare. Yet, today, he would be the one to give the order to attack the greatest threat humanity had ever known. He stared at the massive projection of Godzilla moving beneath the waves, an unstoppable shadow creeping toward civilization.

"Launch the attack. Stick to the plan—surround it, keep it at range, and pound it to pieces."

"Yes, sir!"

The operation had been meticulously planned over the past twelve hours, using real-time satellite imagery, military archives, and advice from leading Titan experts. Every possible scenario had been considered.

The nuclear submarines would strike first, unleashing a barrage of heavy torpedoes from five nautical miles out. The surrounding waters would be filled with deep-sea mines, cutting off Godzilla's escape route and forcing it into a constant state of evasive maneuvering.

The destroyers would follow up with anti-submarine strikes from fifteen nautical miles, using high-speed torpedoes, drone attacks, and guided missiles. Their primary objective? Drive it away from Tokyo, forcing it back into the deep Pacific.

Meanwhile, the frigates would split into two groups. One would maintain a frontal firepower blockade at thirty nautical miles, while the other would lay a web of heavy mines behind Godzilla, preventing it from retreating back to safety.

Finally, the aircraft carriers, acting as the fleet's command hub, would deploy swarms of drones and bombers. If Godzilla surfaced in shallow waters, they would rain destruction from above.

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"All units, open fire!"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Like the synchronized beat of a war drum, 51 warships unleashed their payloads in a single, coordinated strike. Over a hundred anti-submarine missiles launched in unison, their thrusters igniting in blinding flashes of orange and blue.

Each missile carried a 400mm torpedo, packed with a terrifying 80 kilograms of high-yield explosives. These weren't the crude warheads of the past. They were powered by anionic salt explosives, boasting ten times the destructive power of TNT.

The sky over the Pacific filled with streaks of light as the missiles arced toward their target, a storm of destruction raining down from the heavens.

"Impact in 3… 2… 1…"

DIRECT HIT!

The satellite feed displayed an ocean surface erupting in towering water plumes, each explosion sending shockwaves across the sea. A shadow loomed beneath the waves—

And it did not stop moving.

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"What's its reaction?"

The silence in the command center was deafening. Every screen, every radar showed the same thing—

Godzilla was still moving.

No deviation. No change in speed. No attempt to dive.

It was as if the hundred-missile barrage had never happened.

"Commander…" an officer hesitated. "No change in speed, direction, or depth. It didn't even try to evade."

The realization sank in like a stone in their stomachs.

Those torpedoes? The ones powerful enough to flatten a city block? They had about as much impact on Godzilla as a mild inconvenience.

"Could this even be considered a living creature?" someone muttered. "How can anything survive that?"

Commander Huang clenched his fists. This wasn't part of the plan.