I was a 26-year-old man when the deity known as Truck-kun decided my time had come. It's a trope now, right? I looked both ways before crossing the street to check the mailbox. There was nothing—then bam... Everything went black, right as a horn blared like an unholy trumpet.
Now you're probably asking: "Why is this guy talking to himself? Is he pulling a Deadpool fourth-wall thing?" Sadly, no. Just a regular, lonely monologue from someone currently stewing in an egg. Yeah. You heard me.
It's been two months since I woke up like this—and how do I know? The sun. Every morning, it warms my shell a little less. That warmth... it helps me count time. Feels like being baked in a cosmic microwave.
I've spent the last 60 days theorizing: Am I a bird? A dragon? A reptile? Something huge, based on the rumbling I sometimes hear. I talk to myself a lot. Helps keep the last shreds of my sanity intact.
Until today.
A soft hum resonates outside the shell, followed by a pulse of strange warmth.
[SYSTEM SCREEN HOVERS INTO VIEW]
Host: Rin Firestone
Age: 2 Months (Incubation: 80%)
Race: Titanus Gojira
Abilities: Solar Energy Conversion, Super Cellular Regeneration, Stable Atomic Conversion
Level: 0.8
STR: 130 / CON: 150 / AGL: 200 / INT: 190 / END: 200
A calm, maternal voice echoes beyond the shell.
"Mmm... Was he sent to me too early? I hope this encounter does not harm his development..."
Time passed. A week later, I began to stir. Pebbles tumbled from the nest as the egg shifted. A shadow loomed outside. A giant shape—something primal—opened glowing eyes, sensing my motion.
She stood and walked the perimeter of the island. Then—a surge. Far in the distance, something... pulsed. Atomic energy, unstable. She dove into the ocean without hesitation.
POV: Monarch Military
??? : "General, do you even realize what you've done?"
General: "I do. We've revealed the presence of an unidentified entity responsible for crippling our Pacific fleets."
??? : "We know nothing about these Titans! And you nuked it?!"
POV: Godzilla (Post-Bomb)
I didn't expect that. I usually absorb atomic blasts... but this one? It throbbed through my bones. My spines cracked with light as I dived below, bleeding radiation.
Returning home, I let the excess atomic energy leak gently into the earth—surrounding the egg. Feeding it. Strengthening it.
POV: Inside the Egg
I was close. Energy flooded me. Blissful, warm, addictive. A memory rose: the mail, the street, the truck... and now this. My body surged.
Crack.
I slammed my head against the shell. Again. Again. A diamond-shaped fragment broke off, revealing a molten red eye. I blinked. Then saw her—a mountain of power, scaled and ancient. Her eyes met mine.
More cracks. White-hot dorsal plates tore through the shell. My charcoal skin steamed in the cold wind. Claws like obsidian. Fangs like spears. I was massive. The size of a house.
And I had just been born.
First StepsThe air hit me like a tsunami—salt, wind, heat, and pressure all rolled together. I was alive. For real. And I was huge. Every step made the earth tremble. The trees bent under my weight. I was awkward, stumbling, newborn legs struggling to carry this mountain of muscle.
From the treeline, she approached—Godzilla, my... mother? Mentor? Guardian? She was titanic. Graceful. A living god. Her eyes, glowing pools of experience and power, met mine with calm curiosity.
She stepped forward, humming softly. A frequency not heard, but felt—like an ocean heartbeat. I felt my muscles relax. My panic fade.
Then she roared.
It wasn't angry. It was instructional. A call. A lesson.
She turned to a cliff facing the sea, opened her jaws, and unleashed a beam of concentrated solar fury. It tore through rock like paper, a golden lance of heat. Then she looked back at me.
Oh, she wants me to try?
I stepped forward. Dug my feet into the ground. Focused on the warmth in my core. I felt it—solar energy pulsing in my bones.
I opened my jaws.
And accidentally incinerated half the jungle behind me.
She growled—not in anger, but with the same tone a mother might use when a child breaks a vase. I bowed my head, embarrassed.
Lesson one: raw power is meaningless without control.
I would remember that.