The direct result was a surge in energy levels nearby, causing many creatures in the area to flee.
A moderate amount of energy makes living beings feel comfortable, but too much becomes harmful.
Creatures instinctively seek benefit and avoid harm.
"These… are from the Interastral Peace Corporation. And these ores..."
Tingyun fell into deep thought as she looked at the mountain of ores before her.
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Using her abilities for a rough estimate, the total value of the ores was at least five billion credits.
That's a minimum. Outside of industrial use, few people buy raw ores directly.
If potential added value was included, this batch of ores— even someone as used to grand scenes as this foxian couldn't help being shocked.
"But why would the company send Godzilla so much stuff? Could it be from Topaz?"
"Unlikely. If it were from Topaz, there would've been some sign in advance."
Stelle shook her head, recalling how Topaz usually kept her eyes on everything in that district.
Otherwise, if the goods were delivered and Godzilla mistakenly identified them as a threat and blasted them with a breath attack, that would be quite a show.
...
With these ores, Godzilla returned to a lazy state.
Though, honestly, there wasn't much difference from usual.
The others didn't think much of this little incident.
Only Herta, after seeing it, made a call to Asta to ask her to prepare more supplies.
Bang!
Another loud crash, but this time it wasn't Herta—it was Yanqing.
He created a deep crater, struggled to get up, and rubbed his neck.
"Ah, I lost again." A predictable defeat.
Although he and Gepard had wiped out many Fragmentum creature bases on Jarilo-VI, Yanqing felt the gap between himself and Godzilla was only widening.
Even though they both had tails.
Don't underestimate a swordsman's understanding of a technique!
"Take your time. You'll reach the level you desire," Yukong said with a gentle smile.
Yanqing was the most talented of this generation in Luofu. Unless something unexpected happened, he would one day inherit the title of Sword Champion. Facing setbacks during training was inevitable.
She also thought that giving Yanqing a few setbacks wasn't a bad thing.
Unlike Jing Yuan or the previous Sword Champion, his journey had been far too smooth.
Rigid things break easily, but how could a figure destined for greatness not face challenges?
"Mm, mm, I've grown again."
Yukong focused on Yanqing, while Herta kept her attention on Godzilla.
Watching his tail sway gently, Herta meticulously recorded every second of change in Godzilla.
For example, right now...
"This big guy is already 330 meters tall. At this rate, he's going to burst out of the dome."
She was referring to a height of 330 meters. But for creatures like Godzilla, tail length is typically the standard measure.
Keep in mind, a tail and body height are two very different things—many natural creatures have tails half or even twice the length of their bodies.
The most crucial point was that Herta hadn't found even the slightest sign that Godzilla would stop growing.
Does that mean Godzilla can grow indefinitely?
Or maybe this one is just an individual among many?
Either case is a massive challenge to the current scientific understanding.
Herta didn't know. She was still stubbornly trying to convince Godzilla to let her run experiments—despite having absolutely no credibility in his eyes.
As for finding another Godzilla?
Ha. Even though she had learned from Welt that Godzilla was likely part of a species, she didn't even consider it.
What if all Godzilla's were as unique as this one on Jarilo-VI?
Or what if Godzilla's species was so rare that this one might be the only one currently in existence? With so many unknowns, how could Herta possibly leave?
...
The snow is still falling, and the night is deep.
"We've already gained Godzilla's friendship, but deepening it is a tough challenge," Yukong said to Jing Yuan on the other end of the screen.
"Moreover, tests show that Godzilla does indeed have the ability to suppress the Mara. Even without it, foxians like me who've lived over two hundred years feel at ease near him. The Cloud Knights who had brief contact with Godzilla during that battle all reported a noticeable clarity of mind."
After compiling the intelligence gathered recently, Yukong waited quietly for Jing Yuan's reply.
Jing Yuan's expression remained calm, his inner thoughts unreadable.
" Friendship takes time. We wait. The people of the Xianzhou live an average of seven to eight hundred years. Only after that do they become a focus for the Divination Commission. We can still wait. Godzilla is currently our only hope of escaping the Mara. There can be no mistakes."
Ordinary Xianzhou people possess immense vitality. Under normal circumstances, even if beheaded, as long as no worse injuries are sustained, they can survive.
As for Godzilla being the only hope—it wasn't necessarily the full truth.
Because there was another possibility, albeit an impossible one.
The Aeon of Abundance suddenly dying, or the Hunt's Aeon successfully defeating the Aeon of Abundance.
Neither seemed like something he would witness in his lifetime.
Unlike Herta's obsession with experimentation, Jing Yuan had no desire to replicate Godzilla's power through tests.
He understood beings like Godzilla were miracles of life.
Only with reverence could one gain a glimmer of hope.
Rather than scheming, he preferred sincerity.
"What about the Sky Faring Commission?"
"Ha, everything's fine over there. It's just that Fu Xuan's been muttering about you lately, saying you ran off and left the whole department unattended. Haha, to be fair, nothing ever went wrong under your watch, so it's understandable she misses your presence."
Hearing that Fu Xuan was grumbling about her, Yukong chuckled lightly, then asked, "Shouldn't we inform Fu Xuan about Godzilla?"
Jing Yuan gently shook his head. "I know Fu Xuan's personality well. If she knew of such a possibility, she'd be the first to rush in. But impatience may backfire. Didn't Mr. Welt say that one of Godzilla's identities is that of a higher-dimensional being? Beings of such high ecological positions rarely look down."
Though Fu Xuan constantly eyed his position, when it came to the Xianzhou's welfare, she'd be the first to stand at the front. After all…
"And also, thank you all for your sincere support at the root level."
"Followers of Abundance? They've been quiet for a while—what are they up to now?" Yukong frowned slightly.
After the devastating lesson brought by the Plague of Immortality, the Xianzhou strictly sealed away any paths to eternal life.
But the Followers of Abundance were former Xianzhou people who followed the Aeon of Abundance, in their delusion to seek immortality.
Yes, there were also some who pursued death from the agony of life.
She nodded.
"By the way, General, about the Antimatter Legion…" Yukong briefly explained the recent appearance of Phantylia near Jarilo.
"Lord Ravager, Phantylia."
At the mention of this name, Jing Yuan furrowed his brow.
Everything else had seemed manageable to him—
But the appearance of a Lord Ravager made him feel pressured.
If Phantylia had appeared on the Xianzhou, he wouldn't be worried.
But she showed up near Jarilo.
Jing Yuan had long heard of this Emanator of Destruction who delighted in toying with hearts. If she truly had her sights set on Jarilo, that would be bad.
Not only that, Luofu was currently very close to Jarilo. If something escalated further, it could spell disaster.
"I'll keep an eye on it," Jing Yuan nodded slightly, without requesting help to protect Jarilo.
For an emanator-level being, especially one skilled in mental manipulation, sending anyone would be a death sentence.
After relaying a few more precautions, Yukong ended the communication.
"Followers of Abundance, hmph."
...
Time passed.
After a few days, the heavy snow stopped falling, and the roads were cleared of snow.
Not far from Jarilo, a pitch-black mountain range rose and fell, evoking fear.
"Hey~! Lazy pig! Wake up!"
Holding up a custom-made loudspeaker, Herta called loudly to the person still buried in sleep.
"Hiss—Lady Herta, could you please give a warning next time? My ears are about to explode," Serval winced and rubbed her ears.
To ensure effectiveness, Herta had gone all out during the loudspeaker's construction.
As a result, it wasn't just loud—it pierced through everything.
Whenever it was used, friend or foe made no difference.
Yet Herta used her puppet body for such errands, so she didn't suffer at all. The others bore all the consequences.
"Lady Herta, no one's going to agree to your plan. You should just give it up," Serval knew exactly why Herta had come. She sighed and advised her.
"Hmph. Just because it wasn't possible before doesn't mean it isn't now. Just wait." Herta smiled mysteriously.
Staring at the "mountain range" that had started to stir...