Kaiju No.8: Devour and Evolve

Seeing their awkwardness, Drake couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

These two were truly amusing.

"What's wrong, Senior?" Drake asked with a feigned serious tone.

Kafka snapped back to reality, embarrassed, and sat down, holding his lunchbox.

Reno, on the other hand, was speechless. He wanted to defend Kafka, but the truth was, Kafka was a kaiju.

"No, nothing. It's just that... you've really changed!" Kafka couldn't help but comment, his voice filled with wonder.

He shook his head and added with some regret, "When I was younger, I had a dream too. I wanted to kill all the kaiju and drive them away from this land!"

Life truly was full of twists and turns.

Drake's Cold Perspective

"Kaiju destroy our homes and kill countless innocent people. Their very existence is inherently wrong," Drake said, narrowing his eyes.

"I'm not after heroism; I just want to kill them," he added coldly.

Of course, he wasn't as noble as he sounded.

Being from Longguo, Drake had some disdain for Sakura Nation. Strength was his only goal. As for "protecting" anyone? It was just a side effect.

"Yeah, yeah," Kafka muttered, unable to retort. He realized discussing ideals with this young man was a bit premature.

The Topic Shifts

"Why bring this up now, Senior?" Drake pretended to be puzzled.

Kafka was caught off guard, unable to respond. His mind raced, but he couldn't find the right words.

"Uh, I was just curious," Reno quickly added, trying to deflect.

His awkwardness only grew as he stumbled to change the subject. "There are two camps regarding Kaiju No. 8 on the internet. Kafka and I don't exactly agree."

Drake couldn't help but laugh inside, though his expression remained stern.

"So Kaiju No. 8 does one good thing, and the internet erupts in chaos? It's so foolish! And how can we define that kaiju as good or bad when we don't even know it?"

Reno's eyes lit up with realization. "So, Senior, if it turned out Kaiju No. 8 was a human who could control kaiju abilities and was willing to kill other kaiju, would you accept him as an ally?"

Kafka was about to respond but stopped himself, instead looking at Drake with anticipation.

Drake's Response

Drake paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "That's still uncertain. I haven't thought about that yet."

The two of them had no idea how close they were to exposing Kafka's true identity.

If it weren't for Drake's absorption of the Barrier Kaiju's abilities, which allowed him to block the conversation in the room, the identity of Kaiju No. 8 would likely have been revealed tonight.

Kafka, always too careless, was constantly present in situations where Kaiju No. 8 appeared, leading to suspicions from people like Soshiro Hoshina.

Though Hoshina had ultimately trusted his teammates, Kafka's actions had been reckless.

Never underestimate human greed and suspicion!

Kafka's Confession

The tension in the room thickened, and Kafka finally gathered his courage to speak.

"Actually, I'll be honest with you," he began, taking a deep breath. "Drake, I have a friend. He's just like me—hates kaiju ever since they took something very important from him.

"When he grew up, he fought to join the Defense Force and become a soldier, hoping to kill kaiju and protect people. But he failed repeatedly, just like me.

"One day, when he was on the brink of despair, a kaiju swallowed him, and he fused with it. But his mind stayed his own, and now he can transform into that kaiju—Kaiju No. 8.

"My friend is conflicted, not knowing what to do. He's afraid that if he comes clean to the Defense Force, they'll either kill him or turn him into a weapon. He doesn't want to die quietly; he wants to fight kaiju and fulfill his childhood dream."

Kafka looked at Drake with a serious expression. "Drake, would you kill my friend?"

Drake's Cold Answer

Kafka's confession left the room in a heavy silence.

This was the first time Kafka had shared such a personal story with anyone, let alone with someone like Drake. He had never even told Reno.

Reno, moved by Kafka's vulnerability, stood up, deeply touched by the older man's courage.

Drake, however, remained calm, his face unreadable.

"So, the friend you're talking about—is that you?" Drake asked, his tone flat and emotionless.