Chapter 123: Changes (Please Subscribe)

“No, it’s fine now.” Baidang Jing chuckled at the two of them.

“Don’t joke around, Jing! Radiation can’t just disappear after all these years...” Takeshi Musamoto held Saeko’s helmet, eager to put it on her.

But even as he approached within half a meter of Baidang Jing—bare-chested and displaying his robust muscles—the Geiger counter hanging on the front of his protective suit showed no signs of activity.

This caused him to stop abruptly, stunned, freezing both his words and actions.

He stared wide-eyed at his disciple.

“You brat...”

How much time had passed? Just a day since emerging from the underground chamber?

Although Takeshi Musamoto had no idea what his prized disciple had been up to during his seclusion in the basement, he could roughly guess that the intense radiation was a result of his disciple’s efforts.

At least, it was an “appearance” of such achievement.

But how could this young man have attained progress comparable to ten days in the basement in such a short time?

Even Takeshi Musamoto, who had overseen Baidang Jing’s martial training since childhood, found the speed of this advancement unbelievable.

“Just luck, master,” Baidang Jing said with a modest smile. “Nothing but luck.”

When he had removed the remnants of the original Godzilla’s flesh and blood from the severed hand, Baidang Jing hadn’t bothered to avoid contact with the blood despite being bare-chested.

Hence, his upper body was now stained with blood and looking quite disheveled.

On the way back, the “Dragon Blood Secret Technique,” which had already undergone changes from the Tokyo Godzilla’s flesh, wasn’t stubborn like in the basement.

Instead, it immediately incorporated the power from the blood into the circulating dragon blood internal energy.

It seemed that the initial Tokyo Godzilla flesh had accumulated a highly compatible energy.

After two complete cycles of spontaneous internal energy circulation, the power from this Godzilla brother was integrated into the boy’s body.

There wasn’t the slightest discomfort for Baidang Jing, who was still driving.

It was astonishingly smooth.

The young man once thought that, as fellow Godzillas, although the Tokyo variant was a mutated species for unknown reasons, it shouldn’t differ much from the original Godzilla.

But only after absorbing the power did he realize that this mutated Godzilla was completely incompatible with the original in every way except in appearance!

The mutated Godzilla’s fundamental energy system was based on thermonuclear reactions within its body.

From this energy base stemmed energy-consuming functions like radioactive hot lines and ultra-high heat radioactive particle emissions.

Therefore, its mere existence carried an extremely high concentration of radiation.

The original Godzilla was entirely different.

This absorption directly granted Baidang Jing a radiation-based energy absorption system.

In the original Godzilla’s eyes, radiation was a form of nourishment, something that could be absorbed completely.

Baidang Jing no longer needed to worry about radiation leaking from his body—two completely different energy absorption systems now coexisted within him.

Once fully developed, this could make him a pseudo-perpetual motion machine that only required water and air!

He first released Saeko from his arms, then threw the large travel bag on his back into the basement.

Baidang Jing had initially worried whether such a massive beast’s flesh would spoil if stored for too long.

But after witnessing Godzilla’s vitality and the nature of its food, he believed that placing Godzilla’s flesh inside the radiation-filled basement would keep it well-preserved for at least ten years.

Although Takeshi Musamoto had no idea what his disciple had thrown into the basement, he removed his bulky protective suit and joked, “Saeko, looks like you two will be tight on funds for a while. He clearly intends to buy this place from that guy, Pi Yuan.”

“Being rich or poor has never been an issue, Uncle Takeshi,” the purple-haired beauty smiled as she also removed her protective suit.

At that moment, she stood beside Baidang Jing with a towel in hand, unwilling to part from him even for a second.

“Have a little faith in me, master,” Baidang Jing smiled, taking the towel from Saeko to dry his body.

“Tokyo is nearly destroyed. Whether in politics or business, countless lives have been lost. As vice president of the Fist Will Association, money will flow in like a river in the coming days.”

Takeshi Musamoto didn’t understand the capital world and had no comment on his disciple’s confidence.

But his next question caught the old man’s interest.

“By the way, have you two looked at the notebook I left behind?”

While drying himself, Baidang Jing suddenly remembered and asked the two.

“Probably just some kind of last will or something. Uncle Takeshi and I haven’t looked at it,” Saeko replied.

Recalling how Baidang Jing had prepared to enter seclusion in the basement without a word, Saeko’s resentment welled up uncontrollably.

She didn’t want to be separated from Baidang Jing at all, not even by death.

“Then let’s look at it now.”

“I think, as martial artists, you would be curious about this ‘realm’ as well,” the young man said with a forced smile as he slipped on an old jacket over his muscular frame.

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The Interim Cabinet of Japan.

Because the previous cabinet members had all perished under Godzilla’s radioactive hot lines, the government’s former underdogs survived and, in this emergency, ascended to the highest levels of power.

For example, the current prime minister was once the Minister of Agriculture, Forestry, and Fisheries.

Having been coaxed into taking over this mess, he no longer wore the bitter scowl he had a few days ago.

Instead, he now stood eagerly by the bedside of Ishikuchi Randō.

“Godzilla! Godzilla! Defeat!” Ishikuchi suddenly opened his eyes.

His head throbbed unbearably, and he pressed on the bandaged wound wrapped in gauze.

“Oh! Ishikuchi is awake! Nurse! Nurse!” the prime minister shouted joyfully.

Before Ishikuchi could react, the prime minister warmly grasped his hand.

The reporters, long prepared, immediately began snapping photos.

“Minister Ishikuchi, the government and the people will remember you and your subordinates for your outstanding contributions and great sacrifices in eliminating Godzilla!”

Ishikuchi, who had been anxiously waiting for the success of the operation, immediately realized the situation.

If the operation had failed, there would be no reporters surrounding this hapless prime minister.

Nor would the prime minister be so attentive to him.

The operation had succeeded.

Ishikuchi breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he mentally returned to his role as a seasoned politician.

After all, he had been in politics for over a decade.

“Prime Minister, you flatter me,” Ishikuchi first smiled politely, then hesitated as he asked, “Um... how did I...?”

“Minister Ishikuchi, you led from the front! During the Godzilla internal conflict, the building you were in collapsed from the aftershocks. It was one of your loyal security guards who rescued you during the evacuation,” the prime minister replied fluently, as if he had rehearsed this countless times in his office.

Was he trying to craft Ishikuchi into a great hero who saved the nation?

Although Ishikuchi still grieved deeply for the loss and injury of his subordinates, a mature politician should not refuse political capital that came knocking.

Thus, the prime minister and the Minister of the Giant Unknown Creature Countermeasures Department chatted amiably in front of the media.

But in another war room elsewhere, the atmosphere was far more tense.