Chapter 27: Chapter Twenty-Seven: Stabbing the Velociraptor

The tiny Godzilla flapped through the air, shaking its head, circling above Ye Nan, droplets of blood falling from its claws onto the ground.

These drops were the blood of a Velociraptor—a creature that once dominated the ancient world and swept through the Jurassic era—now dead, killed by the tiny Godzilla due to a moment of carelessness.

“How is this possible?” Hammond stared in disbelief at the scene before him, unable to accept that the Velociraptor, which had just been so arrogant, possessing strength and intelligence far beyond ordinary dinosaurs, had been slain by a mere speck.

Although the Velociraptor had just been chasing him, he still felt uneasy inside when he realized how easily his own created dinosaur had been defeated—it was a contradictory emotion.

“Velociraptor scales can withstand bullets, and its skull is even harder—rocket launchers might not even crack it—and yet, it’s been pierced through? This is unbelievable, Ye Nan, what kind of monster are you?” Ellie said, covering her mouth as she stared at the fallen Velociraptor.

The Velociraptor, which had just been so fearsome, now lay collapsed on the ground—all of it happened too suddenly, too violently, leaving minds reeling.

“Wait…” Ellie suddenly gasped as if she’d discovered a new continent, her face glowing with delight; she pulled out a photo from her bag and compared it closely. “This is Godzilla—this little Godzilla—but how does this little one have wings?”

Ellie rushed over and hugged the tiny Godzilla, ignoring the blood on its claws, snapping photos nonstop. “Big win, big win! Not only did I see a living dinosaur, I saw Godzilla—the one that once rampaged through New York! This is Godzilla’s offspring. The federal military claimed Godzilla was extinct. I knew the military couldn’t be trusted, hmph.”

Ellie hummed a few times, her pen rapidly scribbling on paper: “Tiny Godzilla, weight: twenty-five jin, length: half a meter, width: thirty centimeters, possesses sharp claws—capable of tearing through Velociraptor scales and skull, suspected immense strength, showed no sign of being thrown back by the Velociraptor’s charge.”

Ellie recorded every word with tense precision, no less frantic than when she’d been chased by the Velociraptor—because even months after its appearance, Godzilla’s power in New York remained a topic of fascination; even now, many young people still tried visiting Madison Square Garden, hoping to find a Godzilla egg.

After all, in America, hero worship was rampant; many youths dreamed of becoming heroes like Superman, punishing evil and rewarding good, basking in public adoration.

Above Madison Square Garden stood a colossal Godzilla statue, built to attract tourists from around the world; to many foreigners, the Godzilla statue had become a symbol of Madison Square Garden, just like the Statue of Liberty was to America.

Ye Nan stared at Ellie, exasperated; he snatched the notebook she was writing in and tore it apart. “You can’t just study someone else’s things without permission—is that even possible?”

Ellie, about to rage at Ye Nan, froze, then stammered: “I’m sorry, Mr. Ye Nan, I just love research so much—I couldn’t help but record the tiny Godzilla’s details. But… could you please let me study Godzilla?” She looked at Ye Nan with hopeful eyes, begging for his approval.

“No.” Ye Nan refused outright. The tiny Godzilla was his secret weapon, something that must never be exposed. The federal government had blown up Madison Square Garden to cover up the truth—if they found out Ellie had recorded data on the tiny Godzilla, they might come to erase all evidence…

Ye Nan said this for Ellie’s own good—he still intended to make her a future partner.

“Why not? Just let me study it for a little while, please?” Ellie’s face turned pitiful, her blue eyes welling up like a wronged wife about to cry.

But Ye Nan’s will was unshakable; he said: “I’m saying this for your sake. Do you think the federal government would let you keep this data?”

Hearing this, Ellie’s expression darkened. She was intelligent—she knew Ye Nan was right. The federal government would never allow her to study the tiny Godzilla; she was well aware of how many secrets the government kept.

Yet as a Ph.D. candidate in archaeology, encountering a species never before documented, she couldn’t help but want to record its habits, its appearance, to preserve this invaluable data.

Roar! A roar suddenly erupted before Ye Nan and the others—the Velociraptor, presumed dead, had risen again. It shook its head, stared at Ye Nan and the group, let out a furious roar, then charged straight at them.

“How?” The thought had barely crossed Ye Nan’s mind when the Velociraptor lunged at him, jaws wide open, the stench of its breath nearly suffocating him.

As the monster’s maw closed in, Ye Nan made his decision—not to retreat, but to step forward. In his hand, a dagger appeared—razor-sharp, deadly.

“I don’t believe a mere dinosaur’s body is harder than alloy.” Ye Nan leapt like a carp ascending the Dragon Gate, flying straight into the dinosaur’s gaping mouth, slipping inside the instant its jaws began to close.

“Roar! Roar!” The tiny Godzilla, seeing Ye Nan swallowed, flew into a frenzy—as if losing a loved one. It circled the Velociraptor at blinding speed, its claws lashing out like a swift assassin, carving a trail of wounds across the beast’s body.

Inside the Velociraptor’s mouth, Ye Nan felt the world shake violently; the stench overwhelmed him, nearly choking him. His skin was coated in a liquid like strong acid, burning with sharp pain.

“This must be the Velociraptor’s stomach. My guess was right—but I must get out fast. This gastric fluid could dissolve me.” Ye Nan thought to himself.

Given the Velociraptor’s speed and agility, fleeing was impossible. Better to enter its mouth—then he only needed to avoid its teeth.

And he happened to have a dagger for defense, specially forged by Dr. Ma Xiu, made from a rare alloy, unbreakable and unstoppable.

Ye Nan gripped the dagger and stabbed upward.