Godzilla: The Monarch of Ruins

───「 GODZILLA POV 」───

"SKREEEEEEEOINK"

The titan's guttural cry thundered through the ocean depths, a raw, primal response to the human attack. Though their assault was insignificant, it was enough to stir the beast—a mistake on their part.

Godzilla moved through the abyss, its massive tail churning the waters. Its ancient senses, honed through eons of dominance, locked onto the distant fleet. Instinct dictated action. Instinct demanded destruction.

Prey. Weak. Arrogant.

These creatures thought themselves rulers. They relied on fire and metal, believing their fragile weapons could challenge the king of all things. But the sea had no masters except one.

A deep pulse resonated in its mind.

[Side Mission: The Mercy of the Monster King]

The feeble ones believe their might is absolute. The King knows otherwise. To teach them, the King shall remind them of their place.

[Reward: Power Reactor Enhancement]

A flicker of something primal—hunger, rage, an ancient purpose. Godzilla had not yet completed this hunt. Power surged in its colossal frame. The need to assert dominance, to claim this world as it had in the age before men, burned within.

But another call in the void beckoned.

[Side Mission: Human Nest, Now a Wasteland]

They scatter, they hide. But the King does not forget. Hunt them. Tear their sanctuary apart. Let the earth tremble beneath the absence of their kind.

[Reward: Human Radar – The ability to seek the vermin wherever they burrow.]

This one—it would aid the hunt. To rid this world of their presence. To return it to the old ways. The right ways.

But first, the ones before it needed to be crushed.

───「 Human POV 」───

"The unmanned submarines are within five nautical miles of the target. Engage high-speed torpedoes!"

In the command center, a silent tension hung over the officers as they monitored the sonar image of the beast. With precision, over 180 torpedoes launched, slicing through the abyss at incredible speeds. Each one a spear aimed at the monster's hide.

Godzilla sensed them the moment they left their tubes. Its primitive sonar, a gift of countless ages, mapped their paths. It did not move. It did not flinch.

Let them come.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The water exploded with white-hot energy. Bubbles, each hotter than the flames of man, engulfed the titan in violent bursts. For a moment, the sonar projection wavered.

"Did we…?" One officer leaned forward, anticipation thick in his voice.

Data streamed in. Godzilla stood. No wounds. No marks. The primitive terror in its eyes had not dulled.

"Impossible!" The technician's voice cracked. "There's no damage! Not even surface-level!"

Commander Nakamura clenched his jaw. The plan had been simple: wound the creature, deter it, force it to reconsider its advance. Instead, they had barely earned its attention.

"Switch to heavy torpedoes," Nakamura ordered, his voice tight. "And get the Pacific Fleet on standby. We need more firepower."

...

The water settled. The heat dispersed. And from within the steam, Godzilla emerged.

Pristine. Unscathed. Unrelenting.

This was no mere monster. No mistake of nature. This was something beyond their understanding—something ancient and absolute.

It did not merely survive the torpedoes. It endured them. The crude explosions rippled across its composite hide, β-iron fused with the resilience of an unbreakable past. The feeble assaults left nothing but a lingering warmth against its scales.

This was no battle. This was a reminder.

Above, the air churned with an approaching swarm. Unmanned bombers, their payloads primed, ready to rain fire upon the sea. At the same time, unseen beneath the waves, submarines readied their heaviest ordnance.

Godzilla's eyes burned with ancient fury.

Enough.

Its jaws parted. Light ignited from within, a glow older than the stars. The ocean trembled as the abyss itself recoiled.

A cataclysm was coming.