Chapter 108: Fusion Complete! (Please Subscribe)

Ten days had passed since Haitang Jing entered the basement.

In those ten days, the international situation, roiled by Godzilla, had surged like a storm. Two of the five permanent members of the United Nations had proposed a nuclear eradication act, intending to wipe both Godzilla and Tokyo off the map. In exchange for ridding the world of this danger, Japan would receive international aid and sympathy for post-disaster reconstruction. The other three permanent members were also beginning to waver.

Many in Japan were tempted to agree; after all, the nation's economy was already on a downward slope. If the population were evacuated, that influx of international aid might just allow the country to take flight once more. However, the United States, naturally, did not agree. *A disaster has occurred in Japan, and yet I haven't reaped any benefits—is that right? Of course not!*

Consequently, this international anxiety inadvertently bought time for the team led by Yaguchi Rando. The Japanese Giant Monster Countermeasure Team, having obtained samples of Godzilla's flesh and blood, seemed to make rapid progress. They quickly deciphered the molecular structure from the blueprints, cross-referenced it with Godzilla's cells, and achieved results. They then sent requests for assistance to every nation with a technological advantage: supercomputers, pharmaceutical production lines, chemical processing plants... Everything was geared toward utilizing the human industrial system to rush the production of a specialized coolant, intended to freeze the thermonuclear reaction within Godzilla's body.

Meanwhile, inside the basement of the Katagiri shelter:

The room's lighting and electrical appliances were malfunctioning due to excessive radiation, flickering in and out. Amidst those fleeting shadows, a pair of eyes glowing with purple fluorescence suddenly snapped open.

*Snap.*

Finally, the circuitry, having struggled through ten days of radiation, gave out entirely; the lights vanished completely with a sharp pop. But for Haitang Jing, who had just opened his eyes after ten full days in a state of deep cultivation, the presence or absence of light no longer mattered. Even without any luminous objects, he could inexplicably see everything around him with perfect clarity. In a scientific world, even a cat only possesses "low-light vision," not "darkvision." Yet, this was already a trivial matter.

"Success."

The youth whispered. Surprisingly—no, it was within expectations! Although he had felt uncertain at the time, wondering if the "Dragon Blood Secret Technique" would treat Godzilla as a "dragon," he now understood, having calmed down. The founder of this ancient and peerless technique, the Dragon-Slaying Daoist, had not achieved immortality because he possessed dragon blood; he had attained the Dao after personally slaughtering a baleful dragon! How could a technique created by such a figure be strictly limited to mere dragon blood? It was likely that "bathing in dragon blood" was just a nod to legend, or perhaps a phrase that sounded good, passed down through the sect’s lineage over the ages.

In the dried pool of blood on the floor, his purple-glowing pupils examined the palm he had raised before his eyes. Then... he clenched it instantly!

*Boom!*

His newly invigorated palm was still covered in sheets of shedding skin and dried blood. But the moment he made a fist, a piercing sonic boom erupted from the tiny space within his palm! The debris on his fingers was instantly blown away. As his fingers and palm pressed against one another, the air in his hand was compressed into a high-density, milky-white mass, exploding outward in a shockwave!

The shockwave swept across Haitang Jing’s face, shattering the dried blood scabs beneath the youth’s head and turning the crimson fragments into a cloud of ash.

"Sonic speed... just from clenching my fist?"

The youth stared at his own fist in shock. During his duel with Kuroki Gensai, he had utilized the "Burst Core" to store power throughout his muscles, twisting his joints with a "Rakshasa Palm" to land a sonic-speed punch. Afterward, his entire arm had been nearly ruined, and his internal organs had suffered such impact that he had nearly vomited blood.

But now...

The hand, which he himself barely recognized, opened and closed before his eyes. It was completely unharmed. Even the soft pads of his fingers showed no signs of redness or swelling after experiencing a sonic-speed impact. He was confident that even a point-blank shot from an average-caliber bullet would be unable to break his skin!

"This is... the power possessed by Godzilla."

No, Godzilla’s power was far more exaggerated than this! Haitang Jing understood this perfectly well. But there was no doubt: he was now truly walking the path of "transcendence."

The youth placed his fist over his heart and closed his eyes. "Smart Brain, display the status window."

Data cascaded across his retina like a waterfall, but this time, Haitang Jing inexplicably felt that it... seemed a bit slow.

"Name: Haitang Jing
Age: 16
Height/Weight: 198cm / 246kg
Current Status: 91%
Strength: Immeasurable
Agility: Immeasurable
Physique: Immeasurable"

Looking at the image on his retina, which showed a change in physique so drastic he could hardly believe it, Haitang Jing nodded silently. The "immeasurable" status of his physical attributes was expected; after all, back on Ganryu Island, Wakatsuki Takeshi—whose physical structure already far exceeded the human average—had been classified as "unmeasurable." It would have been strange if his own body, having absorbed the blood of Godzilla, could be converted into data based on the baseline of an ordinary human.

The changes in his external physical data were already absurdly unbelievable. His height was nearly two meters, and his weight exceeded his height by nearly fifty kilograms! It was a weight that even Julius did not possess, and a body density that even Wakatsuki Takeshi could not match! It seemed that the blood of Godzilla had provided his body with a new material composition. Despite the massive disparity between his height and weight, his body had not developed into an obese structure.

His face, once full of the collagen of a sixteen-year-old, now featured cold, hard lines as if carved by a knife, adding a touch of sharpness to his handsome features. Tight, well-defined muscles wrapped around his skeleton, creating a form of geometric beauty reminiscent of an ancient Greek statue. Magnificent and imposing!

Given his current physique, no one would believe he was just a sixteen-year-old youth, would they?

Haitang Jing chuckled, unconcerned by the change in his appearance. Undoubtedly, it was his immense power that was bringing him a sense of unprecedented security.

Within his meridians, his dragon-blood internal energy had also undergone a earth-shattering transformation. Previously, even with the nourishment of the "Nen: Soul Absorption," the flow of his internal energy had barely managed to escape a state of malnutrition. But now...

*Whoosh.*

He pressed his hands against the concrete floor, intending to rise. The moment the concept of "exerting force" flashed through his mind, the pale purple dragon-blood internal energy—previously a mere stream—responded like a surging tide!

The floor, built with the highest-grade concrete—which could at most suffer a fist-sized depression even from the full force of Wakatsuki Takeshi’s "Burst Core"—was instantly marked by two deep pits the size of his palms! Inside the pits, the concrete had been pulverized into a fine powder. As he pulled his hands out, a subtle layer of dragon-blood energy left his palms completely clean. The entire process had been utterly silent.

...

When the operation plan against the monster was made public:

"Hah! A rare, grand stroke indeed!" Takemoto Hisayasu exclaimed as he watched the operation plan on the television. "Yaguchi Rando, this young man is quite capable!"

First, they would use drones at any cost to lure Godzilla into firing its atomic breath, depleting its energy. Then, they would blow up the surrounding high-rise buildings to collapse them onto Godzilla. Finally, they would inject the coolant directly into its body through its mouth.

The old man was performing strength training he had long since abandoned. Though he was nearly ninety, his "martial heart" had never been extinguished, even if his daily routine mostly consisted of technique and basic training. However, even with his aging body, having seen the god-like power of the monster and the magnificent ambition in his disciple’s eyes, the flame in his heart could no longer be suppressed!

*It’s this child...*

Between sets of strength training, Takemoto Hisayasu looked worriedly at the purple-haired beauty beside him. Saeko was sitting quietly at the entrance to the basement, cradling her Murata sword. Her delicate face was devoid of life, like a doll’s. When Jing had first gone down, she had been her usual self, smiling as always, skillfully doing chores and practicing her swordsmanship with intensity. But as the time drew closer to their promised "ten days," her smile had gradually vanished, as if the vitality within her body had flowed away with it.

Two days ago, she had started keeping her Murata sword by her side at all times. That was her preparation to resist his attempts to save her. Truth be told, if Saeko truly wished to die, he would not be able to stop her. Although Saeko was currently no match for Takemoto Hisayasu, she had learned to calmly accept his killing intent, and her swordsmanship was no longer what it once was!

*Dojima Yoji! What a fine daughter you’ve raised!*

Over the past few days, the old man’s resentment toward his old friend had been surging.

But then, with a thunderous boom from the basement that had been silent for ten days, the purple-haired beauty, who had been as lifeless as a doll, suddenly widened her eyes!