Chapter 49: Chapter Fifty: The Angry Little Godzilla

The monster roared continuously, but no matter how it tried, it could never land a blow on Ye Nan; every time it attacked, Ye Nan dodged in advance, leaving its strikes empty.

The monster stared at Ye Nan, its eyes bloodshot, desperate to kill him instantly, yet no matter how it struck, it could not touch Ye Nan—just as Ye Nan had said: no matter how you attack, you cannot hit me.

Growl! The monster let out a low roar, its previously dazed mind beginning to think.

Originally, after being injected with Godzilla’s blood, its body had been invaded by Godzilla’s cells, transforming it into a monster whose thoughts were driven by primal instincts, growing dull and foggy; if this continued, it would soon become nothing more than a creature obeying only its bodily urges.

But now, enraged by Ye Nan, its suppressed consciousness awoke, breaking through the body’s resistance and overpowering its instincts, standing still as it began to think.

Ye Nan watched the monster, unaware it had regained thought, but he grew weary of its inaction; in his mental realm, he felt the presence of the Flame Queen, whom he urgently needed to find, for he had a premonition that locating her would greatly aid his future.

“Since you won’t attack, I will—end you.” Ye Nan thought, immediately striking out with a punch aimed straight at the monster’s face, the wind of his fist howling with the force of a thousand catties.

The monster, caught off guard by Ye Nan’s sudden strike, snapped back to fury; its primal instincts surged instantly, overwhelming its mind and leaving only raw savagery.

“Roar!” The monster bellowed, advancing instead of retreating, lunging at Ye Nan with the intent to trade blows.

It was a sound tactic: as a monster, its body was covered in dense scales offering defense, and after Godzilla’s transformation, it had mutated completely—its body and brain were no longer as fragile as a human’s.

But the monster’s plan was clever, and Ye Nan was no fool; the moment it moved, Ye Nan sensed its intent, twisting his body to evade the attack, then snapping back with a palm-strike to the monster’s neck.

Thud! Ye Nan’s back slammed into the monster’s, producing a metallic clang—as if he had struck metal.

“Incredible scales.” Ye Nan stepped back several paces, staring at his hand, where a crimson mark now appeared. To strike is to be struck—this was no empty saying, but a real truth; when he struck the monster, his own force recoiled upon him—in physics, this was reaction force.

Ye Nan carefully examined the monster’s entire body, seeing only scales covering every inch—except its eyes and mouth.

Roar! The monster roared wildly; anyone could hear the fury in its voice.

“Ye Nan, your strength is still too weak.” Dr. Ma Xiu shook his head, stepping forward. “System, release neurotoxin.” As he spoke, he pulled Ye Nan aside; the door beside them automatically opened, and the two vanished inside.

Roar! The monster sensed danger and lunged forward, but it met only an unbreakable alloy door it could not penetrate; meanwhile, thick clouds of poison gas poured from the vents, filling the room in an instant. The monster stared helplessly at the metal chamber, then slumped into a dazed sleep.

Outside the door, Ye Nan listened to the sounds from within—then silence. He grew curious.

“Dear Dr. Ma Xiu, it seems this base has many places I didn’t know about.”

“Naturally. A base built with billions of dollars—did you think it would be that simple? To be honest, the entire base is a mobile underground facility: everywhere is activity, yet everywhere is a dead end, designed to prevent runaway monsters.”

Dr. Ma Xiu’s expression grew grim; though Ye Nan had demonstrated perception and strength beyond human imagination, he did not match Dr. Ma Xiu’s ideal of a god. His research had failed, and his mood darkened.

“By the way, you should go see Little Godzilla—it’s acting strangely.”

Hearing this, Ye Nan tensed immediately. “What’s wrong with Little Godzilla?”

If he had once ignored Little Godzilla entirely, he now cared deeply; their relationship was complex—like friends, yet like father and son. He finally understood why so many people in his past life called their pet dogs “son,” over and over.

“Nothing serious—just more agitated. These past days, I’ve injected dinosaur cells to accelerate its mutation. Honestly, you did something right: Little Godzilla accepts dinosaur cells extremely well. It’s already absorbed several fierce dinosaur genes. When it emerges, its power will be far stronger than you can imagine.”

Dr. Ma Xiu spoke with unmistakable excitement; his earlier gloom vanished.

The dinosaur cells originated from Ye Nan’s trip to Jurassic Park. Back then, to obtain dinosaur placentas and help Little Godzilla grow, he made two plans.

The first was to go himself with his sister Jessica, seize the chance to kill dinosaurs, cultivate Little Godzilla’s bloodlust, and protect his sister from dinosaur attacks.

The second was a greedy fatty—a lowly employee at Jurassic Park whom Ye Nan bribed, promising fifty thousand dollars for any dinosaur placenta. But once Ye Nan became a shareholder of Jurassic Park, he no longer needed him; such a liability was naturally purged.

Dr. Ma Xiu, after obtaining the dinosaur embryos, plunged into research, reverse-engineering their genes and injecting massive amounts of aggressive dinosaur DNA into Little Godzilla to make it stronger.

“I’ll take you to see it.” Dr. Ma Xiu said, turning and walking ahead to lead the way; the monster inside was left to security personnel.