Chapter 29

After the storm and torrential rain came clear weather; as the hurricane passed, the sky gradually cleared, and NuBra Island, washed clean by the rain, looked especially pristine, the air unusually fresh.

In a villa on NuBra Island, dozens of children were happily playing in the hall, chasing each other in a game of “Eagle Chases Chickens” with their supervising teacher.

In a room on the upper floor of the villa, a boy with a ruddy complexion lay on a bed; beside him was a girl around ten years old, an elderly man with a cane and pale face, and a woman in a white lab coat who continuously scribbled notes about the monstrous creature before her.

“Ali, you know these records can never be taken out,” Hammond said helplessly, watching Ali keep writing.

To persist in something despite knowing it's impossible—he saw such people as fools, yet Ali had done exactly that.

“I never intended to take these records out,” Ali smiled. “The Federal Government may be powerful, but they can’t take what’s already here.” She tapped her own head.

Hammond froze. Indeed, recording data and storing it in one’s mind—no matter how powerful the Federal Government, they could never extract it. After all, Ali was a renowned doctor; if she died suddenly, it would shake the Federation and spark public unrest.

Thinking of this, Hammond narrowed his eyes. “You’re playing with fire.”

If the Federal Government learned Ali had memorized everything, they might fabricate some charge to prosecute her. She was gambling that they wouldn’t eliminate a famous American doctor over a single set of records.

But if the Federal Government truly decided to act, Ali might indeed be sentenced to life imprisonment.

“Research is my life. I’ve devoted my entire existence to documentation. If I let fear of the Federal Government stop me from recording, then I’m no true doctor. Actually, Mr. Hammond, your situation is even more dangerous than mine.” Ali smiled, utterly unconcerned about future peril—she was a dedicated professional.

“Yes,” Hammond rubbed his temples, voice weary. “After this disaster, so many dead, little Godzilla running rampant—I have no idea how to explain this to the investors. Looks like they’ll pull their funding.”

Investors had always worried about safety; no matter how promising the prospects, safety failures could sink any investment. Safety always came first.

Now, with Jurassic Park’s massive breach, Dr. Grant—hired by the investors—had died in a dinosaur’s jaws, several workers dead too. He had no idea how to face them. Of course, there was also little Godzilla—but that wasn’t his problem. All witnesses were dead; he could say whatever he liked.

Speaking of little Godzilla, he felt fear. Even the Velociraptors weren’t as terrifying as this one. He’d seen it swallow an entire Velociraptor whole, then grow into a creature the size of a calf.

The little Godzilla Hammond spoke of was the one resting beside Ye Nan’s bed—like a small calf, sprawled on the floor, sleeping quietly. Its body was covered in dense scales gleaming with a metallic sheen; a pair of bat-like wings bore a fleshy membrane.

It lay there motionless, yet no one dared underestimate it. Everyone here except Jessica had witnessed this Godzilla’s brutality: tearing a Velociraptor into bloody chunks and devouring them raw—a violent, gory monster.

Ye Nan twitched his fingers, waking from drowsiness. His head felt foggy, his whole body heavy, as if caught between dream and reality.

“He’s awake! Brother’s awake!” Jessica rushed to Ye Nan’s side, thrilled. Her cry startled everyone else in the room.

Little Godzilla sprang to its feet, let out a low growl, and with the flapping of its wings, soared above Ye Nan’s head, circling happily.

Ali and Hammond exchanged a glance, then walked over. Soon, the narrow bed was packed with people.

Ye Nan shook his foggy head, saw Jessica, and smiled faintly: “Jessica? How did you get here? I remember being swallowed by a dinosaur—did I get rescued?”

“All thanks to little Godzilla,” Jessica pointed to the circling creature. “It ate the Velociraptor—and spat you out.”

As if sensing Jessica’s praise, little Godzilla let out an excited roar, speeding up its flight like a loyal hound eager for its master’s approval.

Ye Nan looked at the sturdy, calf-sized little Godzilla and suddenly didn’t find it so cute anymore. He smiled and said, “Little Godzilla, you’re too big.”

Little Godzilla puffed up, spat a stream of saliva directly at Ye Nan, drenching him completely.

“Just kidding,” Ye Nan laughed, then turned to Hammond. “What happened after I passed out? Did those workers die?”

Hammond blinked, puzzled by the question, but answered: “After the Velociraptors died, those workers tried to capture us for ransom—but they’re all dead. Killed by little Godzilla.”

“What about their bodies?” Ye Nan suddenly remembered Jessica’s claim—that little Godzilla had devoured the Velociraptor whole. He feared it might have eaten the workers too. After all, they were human. Watching humans being eaten made him uneasy—like in his past life, people cheered when a foodie ate anything unusual, but if someone ate a human, society would universally condemn them.

As for little Godzilla killing the laborers, he wasn’t surprised—it was his own order.

“The bodies are still there. Little Godzilla didn’t eat them,” Ali interjected. Even now, she still feared the creature—evident from how far she stood from it. But she was satisfied it hadn’t eaten people; that’s why she dared stand here at all.

A man-eating mad dog versus a fierce monster—clearly, the monster was easier for people to accept.