Three fighter jets streaked through the sky at supersonic speed, white vapor rings trailing tightly along their fuselages. The shockwaves made the glass windows of the city below tremble and rattle violently.
Even though the deafening sonic booms might harm the civilians beneath them, the pilots didn't dare to slow down. They were terrified that Godzilla's long-range atomic breath might strike them from afar.
Their commander's orders were clear: circle over Tokyo and be ready to launch an airstrike on Godzilla, who was currently located within the campus of the University of Tokyo.
At this moment, the university grounds were in total chaos. Norman Osborn had herded groups of students and professors toward the nearby bio-laboratory, taking them as hostages to threaten both the Japanese and American governments.
The ordinary people, confronted with a monster like Norman, were utterly paralyzed by fear. The younger students fared slightly better, but several elderly professors collapsed on the spot from heart attacks. One lay on the ground, face pale and contorted, clutching his chest in agony.
A few brave students rushed forward, loosening the professor's clothes, but in the panic and confusion, his emergency medication had been lost. They could only watch helplessly as the old man's body stiffened, his life fading away before their eyes.
Cries and sobs broke out among the crowd.
Norman Osborn watched coldly. Ever since injecting himself with Godzilla's serum, he believed he had transcended humanity. Even if he killed tens of thousands with his own hands, it would not stir the slightest emotion in him—let alone the death of a frail old man.
Outside the campus, panic reigned. Residents from nearby neighborhoods and students who had escaped were being rapidly evacuated under police coordination. The Japanese authorities, well aware of Godzilla's destructive power, ordered a complete evacuation of civilians within several kilometers. As for the high-ranking officials and the Emperor—they had already been flown out of Tokyo by military transport aircraft at the first sign of danger.
Inside the bio-laboratory, Winston stared feverishly at the glowing syringes being filled with serum. The gene-editing machine could process three batches at once. Within its capsules, Godzilla's hatchlings had been completely drained—leaving behind only shriveled husks of skin, discarded carelessly on the floor. Of the remaining four egg sacs on the table, the tiny creatures inside were already on the brink of death.
Retrieving the three finished serums, Winston drew more fluid from the remaining hatchlings, filling disposable syringes and injecting the extracted material into the gene-editing system once again.
He had already programmed the synthesis formula. In a matter of minutes, the machine would automatically produce a new set of completed serums.
Afraid that Norman Osborn might change his mind, Winston grabbed one of the serums and, without hesitation, plunged it into a vein in his arm.
The icy liquid coursed through his bloodstream like molten lava, searing him from within. He screamed in agony.
The Godzilla genes, brimming with aggression, were ravaging his body. The lizard DNA he had previously spliced into himself was collapsing, while even his remaining human genes were rapidly being overwritten.
The transformation was brutal and irreversible. Like Norman, he would never again return to being human.
Collapsed on the floor, Winston writhed in unbearable pain — as if his flesh were being sliced apart by countless blades — yet he laughed madly, tears spilling from his eyes.
From this moment on, his fate would be entirely his own.
Suddenly, a shower of brilliant golden sparks bloomed in the air, raining down like glimmering dust. The light swirled rapidly, expanding into a vast, rotating portal of energy.
Winston's expression changed. Something was wrong. But the pain wracking his body was so intense that he couldn't even move, let alone stand. From his position on the floor, all he could see was a pair of boots stepping into view.
A mysterious figure had appeared inside the lab, reaching out to pick up one of the intact egg sacs from the table.
"Who are you?!" Winston roared furiously. His voice was hoarse, filled with both anger and fear. Right now, he was nearly defenseless — anyone could have ended his life with ease.
The newcomer, the Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One, held the surviving egg sac in her hand. She could sense that the Godzilla embryo inside was perilously weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.
She had not saved the other six hatchlings — nor had she intervened directly to eliminate Winston Johnson — because through the Eye of Agamotto, she had already looked into over sixteen thousand possible futures, and the path she now chose was the most acceptable outcome of them all.
Long ago, Godzilla had been one of the Earth's guardians, annihilated a millennium ago during an invasion by extra-dimensional creatures. The Ancient One had learned of its existence from the texts passed down by her predecessors. She had believed the species to be forever extinct — until now, when humanity's modern science had inadvertently made its rebirth possible.
As the current Sorcerer Supreme, she was already stretched thin, fighting wave after wave of incursions from beyond the stars. Maintaining even this fragile peace was a struggle. If Godzilla could truly be revived, it would once again serve as Earth's shield — a hope she could not ignore.
She waved her hand, closing the portal she had entered through, and casually opened another. On the other side was a hospital room.
The tiny creature's life force was fading fast, but the Ancient One knew that there was one person on Earth capable of saving it.
Before leaving, she glanced at the gene-editing machine and the vials of serum. Despite the immense power they represented, she felt not the slightest temptation. Godzilla's strength might come easily — but when the time came to pay the price, no mortal could bear the cost.
As the golden sparks slowly died away, Winston sensed that the mysterious intruder had departed. Enduring the burning pain, he forced himself shakily to his feet.
Seeing that the serums in both the machine and on the table were still intact — save for the missing egg sac — he exhaled in relief. Only then did he turn to the mirror to inspect himself.
Gone was the lizardlike form he once had. Now, he resembled a miniature Godzilla, his body bulkier, layers of muscle swelling beneath the skin.
A gnawing, unbearable hunger consumed him.
"Boom!"
The lab walls tore apart like paper, and the roof was ripped open as though it were made of tin. Norman Osborn's enormous head forced its way through the gap.
"Who was here? Where is my serum?" he bellowed.
He could sense that a strange aura had appeared briefly inside the lab — and then vanished without a trace. Fearing for the safety of the serum, he had smashed his way inside without hesitation.
"The serum's still here," Winston said, clutching the vials tightly in his hands. "That mysterious person only took one egg."
Then, trembling slightly, he added in a low growl:
"I need radiation… and food…"
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