Chapter 43: Monster

Around him, everything gleamed with metal, lights blazed everywhere, and research staff moved busily in white lab coats, recording data on the bizarre creatures immersed in blue liquid.

Heart rate: 62 beats per minute… body temperature: minus three degrees… intense energy reactions throughout the body… utterly incredible, incredible.

One researcher stared at the records, stunned—he had never imagined such a lifeform could exist, utterly violating the biological laws of the real world; if outside scholars saw this, global chaos would erupt immediately.

Ding! The door opened, drawing the researchers’ glances—but they only glanced once, then returned their full attention to their own experiments.

System scanning… matching criteria… approved… approved.

A metallic voice came from above; Ye Nan smiled faintly, amazed at the surrounding researchers.

He remembered when this research base had barely any staff, but now, at a glance, it had hundreds—truly astonishing. In just a few days, so many people had gathered; Ye Nan couldn’t help but be stunned by Ma Xiu’s charisma.

“Dear little Ye Nan, you’ve finally arrived—come up quickly, I’ve prepared something special for you.” Ma Xiu’s voice came from the pinhole above.

Ye Nan looked at the pinhole and smiled, as if Ma Xiu were watching him directly.

He had long pondered his future path, but never found the right catalyst—a trigger to awaken the power within him—and now, that catalyst had finally arrived.

If he had power, then William Douglas would have to pay a heavy price to kill him; yet deep down, his greatest plan was still to grow under Douglas’s wing, at least until he could fly freely.

After passing through layers of security, Ye Nan finally entered a room steeped in sci-fi aesthetics—cameras everywhere, white metal everywhere, radiating a cold, emotionless aura.

Dr. Ma Xiu stood there in a white lab coat, back turned to Ye Nan; before him was a room made of transparent glass, inside which a monster covered in scales and claws slept.

“Dr. Ma Xiu, I’m here.” Ye Nan called out, snapping Ma Xiu from his focus.

“Ah, little Ye Nan! Ha! I’ve succeeded!” Ma Xiu spun around, grinning like a child with a beloved toy, eager to share his joy with the world.

Succeeded! Ye Nan’s heart stirred; he stepped forward—and before him stood the subject of the lab, no, he couldn’t be called human anymore: too much of him was no longer human.

Dense scales covered his body, fleshy tumors bulged on his back, fingernails and toenails had become sharp claws; he lay flat on the floor, completely naked, exposed for observation.

Dr. Ma Xiu exclaimed happily: “My research has finally succeeded! I injected Godzilla Jr.’s cells into a human body, added a sedative to let the two cell types fuse, and now the human possesses Godzilla’s power!”

“A human possesses Godzilla’s power.” Ye Nan murmured—he knew perfectly well how strong Godzilla Jr. was: one impact could send a super-heavy truck flying.

If a human could wield Godzilla’s power, wasn’t he essentially a superhuman? Though Ye Nan had always believed in the boundless potential of technology, this progress was too fast…

“Of course, Godzilla’s cells have terrifying Tunshixing —once fused, they devour the host’s own cells. This process cannot be stopped. The injected person becomes a monster; we can only slow the mutation by reducing the dosage of Godzilla’s cells.” Ma Xiu sighed regretfully.

Ye Nan felt the same regret—turning a human into a monster was not his desired outcome. He needed to appear among the public; if any part of him seemed unnatural, exposure would draw global attention—and he’d be dissected by mad scientists.

Roar! As Ye Nan and Ma Xiu spoke, the sleeping monster suddenly awoke, glaring at Ma Xiu with fury and hatred, desperate to tear him into pieces.

He lunged forward, swinging his fists at Ma Xiu, roaring continuously—but unfortunately, that was as far as he could go; the glass wall held firm, his claws scraping uselessly, his head slamming against it without budging it an inch.

Ye Nan was momentarily intimidated by the monster’s aura, a flicker of fear rising in him—but when he saw the monster trapped, he exhaled in relief.

It had been too close—like a monster bursting out of a TV screen; any ordinary child would have screamed in terror.

“Don’t worry—he won’t get out.” Ma Xiu, seeing Ye Nan’s apparent fright, smirked inwardly: “You’re scared too, huh?”

Ye Nan had always acted nothing like an eleven-year-old, so Ma Xiu always treated him as an equal adult—but now, seeing him so easily frightened, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He’d forgotten that when he first encountered something like this, he’d nearly wet himself.

“This is tempered glass—new alloy technology. Not even a human infused with Godzilla Jr.’s cells could break it; even Godzilla Jr. himself might not shatter it.” Ma Xiu spoke with confidence.

Only then did Ye Nan fully relax. Though Ma Xiu loved to boast and exaggerate, he never lied outright—if he said the tempered glass could withstand Godzilla, he meant it.

The monster kept pounding the glass, desperate to break through and kill the man who created him, ending his own torment.

“He was once a man—but now he’s a monster. His wife, his children—all destroyed. Humanity will never accept a monster… it’s all this doctor’s fault, this villain—he must kill him, he must kill him.”

His rage ignited a murderous desire; his eyes turned blood-red, power surged from his body, and his blows against the glass grew fiercer.

“After Godzilla’s cells are injected, the human body is devoured, turning the host into a monster. Intellectually, they become easily dominated by rage. Still, he’s passable as a success. Fine—I’ll let you live a little longer.” Ma Xiu sneered and pressed a button beside him.

Thick smoke instantly filled the lab—powerful paralytic agents; even a dinosaur, if it inhaled them, would be completely immobilized.

The monster realized instantly—this smoke had appeared before. He knew its nature, its consequences. He redoubled his efforts, smashing the glass with fists and feet, even mutilating his own body to stay conscious—but his limbs no longer obeyed him; the smoke gradually engulfed him, his reason slipping away.

“I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you…” His roar became meaningless, then he collapsed, limp, before his enemy.