The date is 13/07/2023, in 9 days I'll be 31 and with my luck I'll be 32 by the time this chapter is done lmao

So yeah, Godzilla x Monster Hunter. The ones I find don't click with me at all, neither in FF nor AO3 so if you want something done right…

Yeah yeah, another Self Insert. I swear I wish I can write fics without putting myself in center stage but a friend of mine told me that SI-Fics take confidence to write… and since I have plenty of SI-Fic ideas, my confidence is an oddball.

And I know I'm not the only one who pretended to be Godzilla when he was younger.

Anyways, as of this date Toho had just announced Gojira -1.0 aka Godzilla Minus One, and it triggered my creativity juice to finally write another Godzilla fic (the other one is a Godzilla x Saint Seiya btw). Set in post-war Japan, this Godzilla decided to appear weeks or months after they surrendered, so obviously they're in the worse possible place to deal with him. I can imagine the citizens fearing a 3rd bomb being dropped just to kill Godzilla, or if the rumors are true, Godzillas… plural. I'm sure you people in the future will know more.

Honestly, not much else to say; life still sucks, demotivating me into writing anything. Fortunately my mind is still a workshop of ideas, and I'm glad to finally make another one to put into virtual paper.

This will also be my very first xenofiction, I just realized. I have no clue on what to do or what's usually seen and done in such works but I'll figure it out.

So, dumbass human got isekai'd and wakes up as a Godzilla, shenanigans ensued when the locals of all variety noticed his presence. Hey, with luck maybe he'll make it through it all to see all the locales and conquered the lands and seas so he can live in peace…

But history shows again and again, how nature points out the folly of men.

"Ogata, it's working! I hope you two will be happy. Farewell… farewell!"

"If they keep experimenting with deadly weapons… another Gojira may appear."

Huh?

Cold. Sore.

I should feel air in and out of my nose but it feels… wet? And I felt my neck opening and closing for some reason.

Opening my eyes, everything was blurry before they adjusted to… is that a shark? Why is it so small?

Am I in an aquarium… no, I'm underwater!

As bubbles flew out of my mouth, I realized I was lying prone as I got up, and how small everything is from my perspective. Clouds of earth floated everywhere as I tried to swipe them away… and then I saw my hands.

These aren't human hands.

I have four digits now, which feels weird because it feels like my middle and ring fingers are joined together, but I'm missing a finger in each hand. They're reptilian in nature as I felt the claws on my palms. My arms felt shorter, but maybe it's because of my new perspective skewing things in my mind? .

I tried to touch my own face, and fortunately I'm still capable of doing so… elongated snout, sharp teeth, bald head, and… are these my ears? I felt water entering my nostrils as if they're air, and in addition to the gills in my neck doing their thing, my lungs worked the same way as normal, I tried breathing through my mouth, and if you've seen fish breathing, there you go… I don't remember my biology lessons but I don't think amphibious, dual respiratory systems work this way, but I'm just glad they do.

Looking down, my naked body is obviously reptilian as well, and I seemed to be grayish in coloration, and parts of my body are brighter, like I'm half tanned. I don't know how deep I am in this ocean since I can't tell if this is white or cream colored. At least I have some sort of night vision.

God, this is so fucking weird… What the hell am I?

… I could move all of my toes, but that's the least of my worries now.

I cranked my neck to look behind me… oh damn, thanks to how my head is shaped, I can see everything behind me with just one eye. On my back are rows of spikes running down from… I guess the back of my neck, and down to my tail. The moment I realized I have one, I felt an odd sensation tingling somewhere above my ass. Specifically, where the human tailbone should be… I can move it. It's just a twitch, but I can feel it… and I know I can move it somehow.

And these spikes… I recognize these maple leaf shapes. Could it be?

The groan I inadvertently let out confirms it; I'm Godzilla now. And there's no mistaking how I sound, I got the Roar.

As to what I look like… I'm not the Legendary version, that's for sure; I'm not thick enough, nor do I sound like him. Godzilla Earth is basically a tree and I'm not woody or inflexible enough to be him, and Singular Point's Ultima… I've never seen that anime, just YouTube videos of him, but I remember his existence being an absolute doozy, so not him either. My thighs ain't that thick either, not to mention I should be in his not-Titanosaur form if I was.

I'm most definitely not Shin Godzilla, otherwise I'd be in constant agony or something. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to touch my own head in the first place.

Am I the Minus One Godzilla? I don't think my spikes are pointy enough to resemble his, and they're not pointy, jagged crystals like the ones Millenium has.

Wait. Upon closer inspection my new skin looks and feels crocodilian. Hell, my torso and arms have brighter patterns whereas my backs are basically armored. I… I think I've seen this before.

I'm the Stan Winston Godzilla, the one from that canceled '94 movie. And if I remember right, that one was originally designed by… Ricardo Delgado, right.

That's one mystery solved, but now I have more, like what can this version do because I never read the scripts online. Here's hoping I can do what any other Godzillas can do.

… I should be excited–I mean, as a Kaiju fan, being one seems like a dream come true. But I was more anchored to the ground than most dreamers.

Did I die and gotten isekai'd? If so, why as a Kaiju–the king of them no less–and into what kind of world? I can't even imagine how the locals will react to me, both animals and sapients.

I'm not going to do anything bad, not willingly at least… But no matter where I go, I'll be too tall, too strong, too heavy. I don't plan to just attack anybody voluntarily unless they shoot first, but can I even blame them, if my very presence causes danger and grief to all of them?

Fuck… I don't want to cause some tragic events because of what I've become. What the hell do I do, now?

Where do I go from here, what do I even eat–assuming I could even find something edible that's also big enough to fill me. Am I even radioactive, because as numb as I'm feeling right now I can't even know for sure if I am.

Wait, Godzilla eats radiation somehow. Can I do that, then how? Depending on how advanced this world is, I may have to hunt for nukes… but that'll cause the humans or whatever sentient races living in this world to hunt me down. The Persecution of the Masses would be horrifying. If there's no nuclear radiation for some reason… What are the alternatives?

Oh fuck, is it possible for me to absorb too much radiation and go Burning? That's a terrible way to die and I'd rather not take the planet with me.

… Can't I even talk? Being underwater, whatever comes out if my mouth right now is garbled nonsense, but if I surface–damn, I'm fucking deep because it's nothing but abyssal darkness–would I be able to communicate with others? I doubt I'm lucky enough to find a psychic to translate my thoughts to, so no Saegusa Miki for me.

I'm used to keeping to my own thoughts but as quiet as I am, even I want to talk to people… now I can't anymore.

Hold on… if I'm an animal now, would that mean xenofiction stuff would apply in my situation? Can I talk to other animals, then?

Sure there are animated works starring animal protagonists, but they're just cartoons, that doesn't mean animals verbally speak to each other from their point of view. I can't even tell you how xenofiction is done in the books, I barely remember the Watership Down film, and the Gon manga has no dialogues whatsoever, just Gon living his life with all sorts of animals.

And let's not start with how skewed their moralities might be compared to me, formerly a human. What I considered wrong would be someone else's normal or right. What's natural to them won't be natural to me, nevermind that different animals have different instincts.

Would works starring monster people count as xenofictions, come to think of it? Do something like Gargoyles count, or the many monster girl animanga I'll never be able to read and watch again?

… Do I still have a p–

No, stop. Not important right now.

Let's say I can talk with my fellow beasts. I can't even begin to speculate what'll happen… if that's the case, I'll hear them scream in agony and beg for mercy as I kill them for sustenance or something else. The smaller ones might get a quick death but the bigger ones…

Could… could I even do that? Like it or not, it's a dog eat dog world for me now… as unlikely as it is for something big enough to eat me existing.

But no matter what… Who Will Know my predicament? Nobody else… just me.

Silver lining? According to the old stories the prophet Sulaiman, or Solomon for others, can converse with djinns and animals. So there's precedence of animals capable of speech, albeit in a fantastical manner. Of course there are animals who can mimic almost any sounds and voices but it's not like they're sapient enough to understand what they mean and how to make conversation. I know animals can be smarter than people think but–

Huh? What's that I hear in the distance?

I turned my entire body to what I was looking at. Obviously, it felt sluggish considering I'm underwater but again I felt that I should be able to move quickly for some reason. I felt something scraping against my tail, and I realized it struck a rocky formation and caused a few landslides, whoops.

This is gonna be a problem from now on, I just know it.

I turned my attention back to whatever's coming for me… and then I heard it stomping towards me.

… I know the sound of those stomps. I know what's coming for me.

Gojira

And I know that roar.

It's… really him. Not just any Godzilla, I'm looking at the OG, from 1954. He's his monochromed, charcoal gray self from the movie, same skin tone as mine. Oh shit, don't tell me I can't see color anymore?

I was immediately proven wrong when his spines glowed a bright blue, before turning white. As he got closer, the glowing spikes pulsated, going on and off repeatedly. I recognize this; this is an intimidation technique utilized by the Legendary Godzilla in his 2nd movie.

I should be worried, but I felt nothing from what he's doing. Is he even aware of me?

Something swam past him… no, it swam through him as if he's not there. I began to notice how pale he is, and patches of skins flaking off to reveal muscle tissues and exposed bones. I looked at his face and only see one intact eye, fluctuating between having a visible pupil and a completely white ghostly… eye.

Oh shit, it's Ghost Godzilla. I know nothing about him except he's a canceled version of the Big G, who's supposedly the original Godzilla, but obviously a ghost. Don't tell me he's also an amalgam of the GMK version where he's possessed by the millions dead of WW2 from Japan's side… how did they beat him again?

And he's bigger than me. How is he–wait, he's a ghost, he can choose to be any size he wants now.

Wait, how big am I then? Am I 50 meters tall like every Showa Godzillas and some of the Millennium ones, a hundred like the Heisei Godzilla? I can't be smaller than any of them.

Can I?

The King's Roar interrupted my thoughts as he gets closer–holy fuck he's humongous and glowing like a specter and he's looking down at me.

The sheer power he radiates is unbelievable. I doubt this ghost literally emits radiation, but I don't know how to explain this constant heat I'm feeling all over me.

It feels like I'm being judged by him. Could it tell I was originally a human? What worth is he measuring me with as basis?

Endure.

Wait what–

He opened his mouth and I'm burning. Shielding my head with either arms is futile because I'm burning. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes were the waters around us bubbling due to the heat.

Because what I'm seeing next are visions.

I saw both Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombs detonating before my eyes, then I see more mushroom clouds forming behind them. This goes on until… He awakens.

Wait. He's not alone… I recall how there used to be more of Gojira's kind according to a backstory of the original movie, but I don't remember if that's canon or not. Doesn't matter either way I suppose, since I'm looking at them right now… just swimming peacefully, mingling with the rest of the family, sometimes hunting preys together.

Then a bomb exploded, and more… until there was only one. Until he became what he was in the original film. And then I was back in this abyssal field.

I can't even imagine losing your entire family that way, and your body transforming into something else because of what killed your family. No wonder he's furious at mankind.

But… as justified as his wrath was, not all of his descendants smite the humans whenever and wherever they please. Hell, the only malevolent Godzilla is the GMK one, the rest are just animals following their instincts or outright protectors.

Unforgivable.

He… he's speaking to me telepathically. I forgot psychic powers are a thing in the older movies. And the Godzillas have telepathy somehow. What if I have it too?

Alrighty then. What to say… ah, let's see, [Humans… they did a lot of wrongs, yes. But that doesn't mean they must all be punished. How would they learn their lessons if you killed them all? It's not like every single one of them are at fault.]

… I think it worked, because he cocked head aside. Before growling–holy fuck that's scary!

His spines glowed menacingly, a white ball of spiritual energy appeared in the empty eye socket as the King leaned towards me and both eyes were focusing on me.

Destruction. Vengeance. Punishment.

[I understand why you're angry, but you're dead!] I argued against Gojira, which is one hell of a sentence to make, [You don't have to suffer anymore, you don't need to cling to this anger, let go of your hate and pass on!]

A few seconds of excruciating silence passed by, before Gojira furrowed his brows.

You. Human.

Oh shit.

Worthless.

[Hey, I wasn't even born during those bomb testing, and neither were my parents! Hell, my country has nothing to do with nuclear energy since it's conception, do you not realize how unfair it is to punish humans who are innocent in–]

No Innocents. That Land… Must Burn.

Is he talking about Japan?

[Japan might've done a lot of wrongs during the war but the citizens had nothing to do with all of those bloodshed and lives lost! They're the only people who burned the same way you did, and it happened to them twice. They're victims of atomic fire, same as you… why punish them? Because of their ignorance? I know the rulers of Japan might want people to forget their past sins but surely there are those who are aware of it and–]

He answered with a Roar. If I was still human, I'd immediately gone deaf and die due to how fucking loud being roared at this close proximity. Thanks to me being a Godzilla, it just hurts and even closing my ears with my lizard palms didn't stop it from hurting.

Ahh, dammit… I'm not smart enough to talk someone down from their destructive path, let alone talking down the Original Godzilla of all things. But… oh, is he done? Damn, that hurt.

[Why are we here, anyway?] I asked the King, taking a step forward, [You speak of vengeance but what's the point if we're not on earth anymore?]

Ludicrous.

[Hey, I was a human before I woke up in this body, did you do this to me?! No, you hate humans, so it can't be. You're also a ghost, can't you… I don't know, sense something different, figure out if we're still on our Earth or not?]

Not. Your. Earth.

Ugh, stubborn old reptile, [Yes, yes, you're the king of the planet and everything is your territory, but you're also dead.]

So. Are. You.

… I figured as much. Usually the Isekai route mostly happens after you die, other than being transported into different worlds. Guess my way was the former.

Mom… my darling baby sisters… sorry for leaving you gals.

[I never asked for this.] I grumbled, clenching my hands before realizing my claws would dig into my palms, [Yet some unknown powerful force brought me back as a Godzilla, or a Gojira if you prefer, that's what humans called you and the rest of your kind, by the way.]

Gojira kept silent as his eyes remained locked to me. Guess he wants me to keep going, [And for some reason, it decided to bring you here as well. Whatever purpose it has for either of us, I can't even imagine. But getting angry and lashing out won't solve anything. Now are you going to be helpful and figure out if we're even on earth or are you going to keep lecturing me?]

… Oh damn, I talked back to Gojira. I don't know where this bravery came from, maybe it's my Godzilla body's instinct at work? Whatever it is, it's working because now the Big G is looking around the place.

Elsewhere. Different. Calmer. Peaceful.

[Alright, we're getting somewhere. Sense anything else?] Judging by what he's saying, this Earth, or whatever planet this is, could be less technologically advanced. But who knows what he considers peaceful.

Life. Numerous. Different. Unfamiliar.

Hmm… fantasy creatures, then? Fighting dragons could be fun, but I ain't starting shit unless they do. But if there's magic in this world…

That reminds me, [Hey, why did you blast me with your flame?]

You. Weak. Puny. Unacceptable.

Ouch.

New World. Different. Dangerous. Challenging. Grow. Stronger. Bigger.

… Shit, I guess I'm basically a juvenile then? A Godzilla's growth spurt is unknown, so who knows how long I'll have to wait until I'm adult sized.

You. Adult. Puny.

Wait, I'm already an adult Godzilla but I'm still small? How the hell do I grow bigger then?

Fire. Hurt. Fire. Help.

… Nuclear energy is the key, huh? [Is that why you burned me? Not just to show memories, but to empower me with nuclear energy so I can grow and do what you do… and maybe do what some of your descendants can do?]

Someday. Eventually. Patience.

Right, almost all Godzillas are that smart to plan things, guess he has agendas of his own… but what are they?

Considering he's a ghost, does he want to possess me after I've grown big and strong enough for him to consider me a proper vessel?

Not. Interested. I… Lost.

Oh, damn. For any Godzilla to admit defeat…

New Life. New Chance. No Squander.

… I hear you, Big Guy. Right, now how do I get out of here?

Swim.

Well… duh. Okay, let's try floating since I've been standing for some time. Just jump and… ah, here we go.

I felt myself floating. I immediately thought of staying aground and I did as both feet landed. Do I have some sort of swimming bladder or is my new body naturally buoyant like whales and dolphins?

Whatever I have, it seems to work when I want it to or not. Let's try this again.

With a jump and intent, I propelled myself upwards as I began to swim. It took me a while, but I realized I was swimming side-by-side like a sea iguana. This was weird, I felt like I've done this my whole life. But… I like this.

I looked down, Gojira staring at me still with his ghostly gaze, I guess he wants to stay a while, not like he can't be stopped as a ghost. At least he's the only thing glowing around here… where is everyone, anyway?

Live. Survive. Conquer. Rule. Your Choice.

… He seems pretty content, but I'm glad he's being reasonable at the moment.

Fight.

Fight? Well, I guess being an animal now I have to fight other beasties for meals and such… a part of this new life I don't look forward to, but like it or not, I have to protect myself and whatever place I'll consider home from now on.

Fight.

Okay, Eren Yeager, calm down, I know that's what I'll be doing, but–

In the distance, I saw something glowing a deep blue. The source also produced sparks of electricity… somehow. And a pair of red orbs glaring at me.

Oh fuck, it's a local.

Fight.

How?! I've never been in any fight in my old life and as a monster I can't imagine how much more violent a scuffle will be, what do I do?!

Okay, okay… that thing's just glowing menacingly… getting closer, too. It's probably only curious and also warning me to back off, I mean, animals don't get into fights unless they have to, surely that's all it–

The blue glows get brighter and pulsates faster as it gets closer to me. I tried to talk first but something held me back, I dunno if it's animal instincts or something else.

But… I do know one thing; I recognize this monster before me.

Azure scales with orange bits, crocodilian body type, electric node spikes in its back… it's a Lagiacrus, and lucky for me, I'm able to tell that we're of similar sizes.

Unluckily… I know now that I'm in the world of Monster Hunter. And I'm smaller than your typical Godzilla, which means I am puny.

That means there are things that can actually kill me, be they other monsters or the hunters.

And either one of them can carve up to actually eat me or use me as new gears.

Fuck.

Wait, the blinking is… not that random, and I can hear rumbling, coming from it. Is that some form of communication?

If Gojira down there can make his spikes glow and pulsate, then maybe so could I. There's a chance for me to de-escalate this and not piss it off.

Right?

Coward.

Shut up, gramps.

Meanwhile, on the open ocean. Midnight.

"Can't believe this has been going on for over forty years, huh?"

"A lot of merchants in the Fourth Fleet, there were. Let's hope Astera figured out how their economy works soon."

"And hopefully their prices are fairer."

"We might have to wait until they send the Fifth Fleet then! Who knows what new beasts they'll find when it's their turn?"

The Glorious Gajau and Lucky Epioth were a pair of trading ships, sailing from the Old World to the New World. For over 40 years, people have come and gone to the continent, discovering new and rare species of creatures as well as some archeological sites of the Ancient Civilization.

The brothers Masaji and Shinkichi were two of the many deckhands of the Lucky Epioth, sailing a few meters behind the Glorious Gajau. Both ships have completed their trade and were enroute back to the Old World.

Shinkichi rolled his eyes at his older brother, "Maybe next time we'll get lucky and the hunters captured one of those new monsters only seen in the New World. I think last time you told me they had an… Anjanath?"

Masaji snapped his fingers, "Yeah, the brute wyvern with the folded sails in its tail, I remember. And before that was this bird wyvern called the Pukei-Pukei. I swear, they better hunt something new, because from what I heard they're so busy taking care of themselves they seldom do what the Research Commissioner paid them to do and make some discoveries. The Fifth Fleet better speed things up."

"That's ten years from now, we could do other things than wait for new discoveries."

"Like getting back to work."

A new voice startled the brothers as they looked up from their resting spot. Masaji was the first to stand and salute, "Good evening, Captain!"

The old skipper waved a hand at the younger man, scratching his beard, "At ease, we're not a military vessel. I don't mind my crew taking it easy, especially around these hours, but since you two seemed well rested, I thought that giving you boys something to do might help put those energies to use."

The Captain pointed a finger to Shinkichi, "Lad, you climb up and keep the barrelman company near the nest. And I bet since your eyes should be healthier, you'll see things faster than him."

"Aye, sir!" Shinkichi complied, climbing the ropes to reach the center mast.

With a nod, the captain turned his attention to the older brother, adjusting the eye patch over his left eye, "I want you to patrol the deck, look for any signs of trouble on the seas. Be they pirates or monsters."

A roar broke the silence of the night.

"Captain!" Shinkichi cried out, still hanging onto the ropes, "Something's attacking the Gajau!"

With a grimace, the captain pulled out the whistle from his breast pocket and blew into it. After a few seconds, he bellowed, "All hands on deck!"

As the crew of the Lucky Epioth ran to their posts, Masaji followed the captain up to the starboard side of the bow, leaning down the right side of the ship to see what's going on. He widened his eyes as the Glorious Gajau had been rocked furiously by some sort of large sea monster.

The captain frowned at the sight, "She's a galleon class, built to withstand any monsters looking for trouble… unless it's an Elder Dragon."

Masaji hissed at the Captain's suggestion, "Sir, why would an Elder Dragon of all things attack us? I didn't even think they existed in the oceans!"

The old man frowned at his comment, "The Scrivs needs to get their shit together, if common folks like us aren't made aware of any sea monsters of that magnitude."

Blue arcs of lightning crackled outwards from the starboard side of the Glorious Gajau, causing the ship to jar aside.

"What could possibly be attacking her?!" Masaji shouted, flinching at the lightning flashes.

"I knew it." The Captain furrowed his brows, grimacing at this revelation, "It's the Azure Lightning; she's being attacked by a Lagiacrus."

"A what?"

"If the Rathalos be King of the Sky, then the Lagiacrus be King of the Sea, understand? Now go to your posts and help your brother."

Masaji didn't need to be told twice as he ran back down to the deck.

The Captain then heard another roar, but this felt different. He couldn't put his thoughts into words, but whatever the Lagiacrus was fighting, it was something else.

Especially when it threw the Lagiacrus over the Glorious Gajau like it was a sack of potatoes.

"What in damnation…" was all the Captain could utter as it splashed back down. He then ran to the portside bow, the electric sparks of the Lagiacrus giving him a way to track the fight in the darkness.

"Captain!" The skipper turned, seeing his first mate running towards him, "The men are in disarray, orders?"

Looking at the Gajau, and back to the Lagiacrus, the old man made his decision, "Ready the guns. We might not be a warship but we need them if they get too close. I want us to approach the Gajau's starboard side and help them with anyone overboard. Tell the signalman to check on them."

"Aye, sir!"

As the first mate conveyed the Captain's orders to the others, the skipper looked back to the seas.

He wished he didn't as a sun ignited above the ocean. The sudden heat made him fall, and judging from the groans and crashes he was hearing, most of his crew fell victim to the bright light.

The Captain thanked his fortune that he decided to wear an eye patch tonight, recovering quickly he turned the patch to his right eye, and began etching the image of what he's witnessing into memory.

It was another monster the Lagiacrus was brawling; he couldn't tell if it was gray, green, or black but the most distinctive parts are how simpler it looked compared to the azure sea wyvern, and the rows of maple leaf spikes running down its back, presumably up to its tail, glowing and blinking blue in the dark. What the Captain couldn't believe was how… human it was, fighting the Lagiacrus.

For one thing, the gray one had its left claw around the sea king's neck, and the other was punching its face, sometimes giving the Lagiacrus a hook, an uppercut, and a three fingered chop to the jaw. The headbutt was definitely a surprise, usually only creatures with hard plated skulls or with sturdy horns use such attacks, but whatever this brute was, it was angry enough to literally use its head. It snarled and barked at the sea wyvern, as if it was hurtling insults to the leviathan.

The Lagiacrus didn't just let itself be hurt, it retaliated by spitting a ball of mucus filled with electricity at the gray one's face, stunning it hard enough to let go. In an instant, the sea wyvern wrapped itself around the other and unleashed an electric shock. The brute gritted its teeth, one free arm clawed deep into the wyvern's belly.

So engrossed with the battle, the Captain almost forgot what he's supposed to be doing. Turning his sights to the deck, he saw his first mate picking up the rest of the fallen crewmen incapacitated by the light. Nodding his head as they looked to each other, the old man saw the helmsman on the stern slumping on the wheel. He then cried out, "Helmsman down, someone help him and turn this ship starboard to the Gajau! Let us be away from these titans lest their wrath fall upon us!"

Fortunately, he saw someone doing just that, and the Captain recognized Masaji's face in the chaos, putting the helmsman down as he rolled the wheel rightward. The man saw the skipper looking at him, and gave the captain a thumbs up. He gave one back.

He then realized that there wasn't any sound of battle, and turned around. Neither the Lagiacrus or the… Brute Leviathan were anywhere in sight.

"They've taken their battle to the depths!" He shouted, climbing down to the deck, "Get the injured to the doctor, any of you can still see, man the guns! Be ready to assist the Glorious Gajau and her crew!"

"I can't see shit, captain!"

Looking at the sailor, he approached the distraught man, "What do you mean, lad?"

"I'm… I think I've been blinded, captain."

With a frown, the captain took a lantern from a mast and held it in front of the blinded man, "Can you see the light?"

As he looked into the lantern, he grimaced at it, "It… it's so blurry, captain. I can barely see the moon as well, what do I do?"

Exhaling a sigh, the captain held the blinded man's shoulder, "Well get everyone to a hospital once we reach Meruchitta port. You keep steady, you understand me, lad?"

"Ah… aye, sir."

The Captain proceeded to make his way to the stern, when he heard the Roar again. Looking to where it was coming from, he judged that wherever it came from, it was far away from them.

A shimmering bluish white vaporous pillar burst out of the sea, followed by the pained howlings of the Lagiacrus. And finally, the Roar of the brute leviathan.

That was the last time The Captain saw the brute leviathan, for as they all make it back safely to the Old World, most of the sailors from both ships have gone blind. Fortunately, the permanent cases were very few, but most of them chose retirement after the event.

Eventually, all of them did because the scriveners and all sorts of scholars of different sciences forced them to retire because something was wrong with both ships, and must be investigated.

At least it was a paid retirement.

The old man found humor that despite being one of the permanent cases, wearing an eyepatch completed his old salt look.

A few months after the incident, he heard how the survivors passed away due to some mysterious illness. The old man wondered if it had anything to do with why the Gajau and Epioth were scuttled and burned. He figured that his days were numbered, choosing to find information about what happened instead of retiring was a better idea than waiting to die.

Afterwards, spending some quality time with his huntress wife.

He filed a report to the Royal Paleontology Scriveners, detailing what he saw from his point of view. The last time he did so, he was rewarded a few thousand zennies, but something else happened.

A few days later, the Captain had been contacted by a representative.

Minegarde Town, noon.

In one of the Bishop class suites of the guest house, The Captain was being briefed by a researcher named Darren Dino, elaborating on what he witnessed and told the scriveners. The Captain had no idea then, but Dino was one of the most reliable scholars of the RPS, as trustworthy as the original leader, John Arthur.

The classification Brute Leviathan might be an accurate descriptor, but it wasn't enough to create a new classification when there's only been a single specimen.

Because the creature he saw was not part of the normal ecosystem of the world, and there's already a name for the type of monster he saw, that hasn't been used for a long time.

The wyvernians dubbed it Kaiju-Oh, translated to the Common Tongue as King of the Monsters. Some would argue that it should be the title for the Dalamadur, but unlike the Kaiju, it's just a legend.

And his name was Godzilla. Gojira to most wyvernians and people from the Odo Islands somewhere in the far east, who had given the monster his name. Oddly enough, the emergence of Godzilla marked the beginning of the Age of Kaijus, as he was the first to appear.

Some say he was 50 meters tall, others say he's over 100 meters and could be larger, but the records agreed that he's a semiaquatic reptile with dark colorations with rows of spikes running down his spine that goes up to his tail. And he had the ability to blast a bluish white beam of either vapor or light as his main weapon.

Dino speculated that the second Godzilla being smaller was because it was a juvenile, but judging from how the captain described the beast, it could be a smaller but matured subspecies.

Millennia ago, when the Kingdom of Schrade was still whole, perhaps during the times when the ancient civilizations thrived, there used to be monsters who were far larger than normal. Wyvernian records called them Kaiju–Strange Beasts in the common tongue. Elder Dragons may defy logic and physics, but Kaijus had been reported to have done fantastic feats that seemed unreal.

So much so, records of them have been deemed lost, considered too unbelievable and eventually stories of Kaijus became myths and fairy tales. Especially when there are fantastic stories such as an ancient cult that worshiped a gigantic moth who had priestesses the size of dolls; a lost tribe living in an equally lost skull shaped archipelago housing wilder and more ancient variants of faunal life and monsters, whose primitive denizens worshiped an ancient, gigantic primatius fanged beast they consider god and king; titanic, flight capable giants of light hailing from the stars coming down to their world, each individual giants staying for a year, to protect people from rampaging Kaijus, monsters, supernatural beings, and evil aliens; and legends of a great dragon war between the ancient civilizations and elder dragons because in their hubris, they had created an abomination–the so-called Equal Dragon Weapon–enraging the dragons so much it caused their downfall and demise.

Absolutely ridiculous, all these stories. Yet so captivating, as they are still being told in books and theater performances.

Eventually, as mysteriously as the Kaijus appeared, their disappearance was equally enigmatic. It's as if the Unbalanced Zone of the Age of Kaijus had found balance and it resulted in them fading away into the annals of history. It's unknown if the Kaijus disappeared at the same time the ancient civilizations fell, or they faded away centuries afterwards, enough that some old wyvernians might have remembered them, but what's known is that the numbers eventually dwindled into nothing.

The last time Godzilla appeared in any records was in a report of his next, and apparently final, destination.

Castle Schrade, and there was nothing more because the kingdom was destroyed in a single night. Darren Dino has yet to figure out whether Godzilla was the Fatalis that annihilated the kingdom or, as always, there was more going on in that event, but details have been lost to time. However, what's true is that Godzilla never resurfaced in anything since.

Until the night the Glorious Gajau and Lucky Epioth encountered him again, or rather, a relative of his species.

The Captain felt he had stumbled upon an unbelievable conspiracy, but Dino assured him that no harm would come to him, not even if the current leader Gustave Ron put out a gag order.

"Captain, I wouldn't worry about whatever that hermit says." Dino began, sipping his drink before continuing, "Because the researchers before us tried to do the same thing, and the kaijus kept doing the impossible and revealed themselves anyway. News spread, people panic, governments tried to restore order, rumors began, people riot… a vicious cycle, this is."

The old man grimaced, "Survivors of that night have been dying in droves because of a mysterious illness. Do you know anything about this?"

Dino shook his head, "I'm afraid medicinal issues are outside of my area of expertise."

"Is this caused by this Godzilla that I saw? Did the original cause the same kind of illness?"

"He did. And the reports mentioned the same flashes of light, so it could be what gave people this illness you have. Because of his size, the effects were far worse. According to your account, it happened when it was battling against a sea monster, correct?"

"The Lagiacrus, yes. You plan to study them anytime soon? Because a lot of us seafolks have been dealing with them for generations, and I'm disappointed it took the discovery of a Lagiacrus by some Hunter who reported it when they saw it on a beach for your scrivs to finally inform the public. Where were you when those lighthouse keepers reported that their lighthouse was attacked because something mistook a foghorn as a mating call, and there's been no update about that since? We'd probably know what it was already if that new boss of yours didn't sit on his ass all these time."

Darren Dino could only raise his hands, "I'm sorry that it happened in such a manner, but I am not high enough in the hierarchy to influence when and how the RPS publish their information. And for the record, I was one of the first to read reports of the Lighthouse Beast.

"Rest assured, the Hunter's Guild has been preparing to help us research marine lifeforms more in-depth. From what I heard, they'll send a hunter to an archipelago somewhere southeast of Port Tanzia, relatively closer to Loc Lac city as well, if only it wasn't built in the middle of a desert. I don't know when they'll send a hunter there, but hopefully soon."

The Captain crossed his arms as he reclined into his chair, "I think I know where it is, and the name of the village on one of the islands; Moga Village, I believe it's called; nice and quiet, good people too. So, about this illness… how long do I have?"

"As I'm sure you know, it depends on the individual. Your constitution must've been quite amazing to show no ill effects, unless you've been keeping quiet about it?"

"To others, maybe, but not the doctors, my wife… and you, I guess. I've been healthy as an anteka buck these days. The fever was annoying, but ever since last week, I'm feeling better. Let's just say my wife has been feeling… overjoyed, shall we say."

Dino smiled at the information, "Then I believe you'll live longer. There were ancient reports of people dying after they encountered Godzilla, and not because he trampled or burned those poor souls. The survivors caught a similar illness you and the other survivors of the ships had, but some won over it and had lived a long healthy life. I hypothesize that because our new friend is smaller, the effects are diluted and aren't as severe. Of course, it doesn't make them immortal but they tend to have extended lifespans, even more so for any wyvernian survivors, but I've yet to find any account on that, let alone ones made by individuals who were there to witness his rampages."

The Captain slumped into his chair, a sigh of relief exhaling from his mouth. Shaking his head, the skipper gulped down his drink, "Damn. I don't know whether to thank or curse that Brute Leviathan. The way you said it, it seemed the original Godzilla didn't cause the illness on purpose."

"That's what I believe." Dino agreed, "I imagine it is no different than secreting sweat, the first Godzilla might've not caused the illness on purpose, and I can assume this new one didn't either."

With a nod, the old man took a sip of his drink, contemplating his next question. A few seconds later, he managed to ask, "So, about our new friend… any news on his whereabouts or is that classified to common folks for now?"

Dino shook his head, "I would rather not get both of us into bigger trouble, if you don't mind."

"Thought so. And if you're wondering, I don't plan on chasing after it like some vengeful sea dog. I've read the book, and I refuse to end up like Ahab."

"Thank you for the assurance. I can only assume what this Godzilla's going to do; he could still be living in the West Wyvern Ocean or he's made landfall somewhere and is enroute into whatever destination it chooses to pursue."

"If he did make landfall, it's amazing that there hasn't been rumors about him going around in town for this long–I blame that chief scriv of yours. I feel sorry for the sods who encounter that big lug."

"May fortune favor anybody who crosses his path, Captain Serizawa."

"Aye. And don't forget to tell Professor Yamane I'm doing alright, he could be such a worrywart."

"Not as much as your wife, I imagine."

"Heh, my dear Vivian… if she was there that night, she'd try and shoot Godzilla with her bowgun for taking my eye away."

"Ah, the old 'eye for an eye' rule, and I'm guessing she'll be one of the rare few who would literally enforce it."

"That she will. But maybe staying here in this fancy room for a few days would calm her down."

"Oh, how serendipitous. You're welcome, by the way. Tell you what, I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do, so I'll pay for another week's stay."

"Mighty kind of you, Dino. Thank you for all of this."

"Happy to be of service."

Both men picked up their respective mugs and clanked them to each other.

Elsewhere…

"It was him."

"He has returned, Ai."

"Indeed he has, Rena. Although he seemed different. And he's not alone."

"I sensed him too, dear sister. And this new presence, such sorrow, confusion, and anger… it feels familiar; a reincarnator perhaps?"

"An unfortunate soul sent before their time and into a vastly different world compared to what they know. I remember our grandmother and grandaunt telling stories of such individuals and what their world was like."

"Yes, I believe they said that our goddess told them that she herself has met many of them. An interesting idea, people from different realms with unimaginable levels of technology and culture. Our world pales compared to them in that manner."

"Yet because of how unchecked those technologies are, much blood has been shed, lives of all sizes perishing, and their world has been scarred far too many times. It's fortunate that our world is relatively far more peaceful, but as we both know from what happened to the Ancient Civilization…"

"History shows, again and again, how nature points out the folly of man."

"Indeed. Who knows when they'll reach such technological heights and do something so foolish their fall will create another catastrophe."

"What do you suggest, Ai? This world has no need for guidance, let alone being in such dire straits it requires intervention from our goddess. Followers of the Goddess have dwindled since mother and aunt's time, and the Dragons aren't as violent as they used to be… especially him."

"The Dark One is content to live in that ruin for however long he wishes, and however many times he is slain. And the brother of our Goddess had not shown himself in centuries, nor has our older sister Sanelia. No, Rena, perhaps it is not the people of this world we must help."

"We are to give assistance to Gojira? He is naught but a specter, dear sister. Exorcizing his spirit would prove most challenging, convincing him to move on would be even more so. He feels different from what we have been told, but his fury is similar."

"I speak not of the Old King of a Lost World, dear sister."

"Then… the boy? Must you always go after the strays, he's not even human anymore."

"Perish the thought, sister. I am merely doing what our Goddess would've done. You know how she always felt responsible for Gojira and his kin."

"That may be, but mother and grandaunt told us how she became affectionate with one of his kin… or was it the king himself?"

"Worried that a prince would take this priestess away, dear sister? I'm touched, but I don't mind sharing, and I believe he wouldn't either."

"We haven't even met him yet! And please cease with this topic, I'm being serious here; what reason do we have to assist this monarch-to-be?"

"... Rena, Have you forgotten the visions we had last week?"

"I… I have not. Are you implying this new Gojira is the same one we saw in them, Ai?"

"I believe him to be the very same. As did the arrival of the King signaled the emergence of the Kaijus and their disappearance in his demise, so too shall this monarch-to-be signal their resurgence. And I fear the coming events will be far worse than the last one."

"Yes… there's so many events, I couldn't imagine how much he will go through to survive all of that, nor could I imagine which of them will come true."

"And that's why I propose we assist the young one. It's not like I'm asking you to hold his hands with me, he has to grow stronger on his own, aside from guidance from the specter of the Old King when he feels like it."

"I bet you'd like to do more than hold his hands."

"Quiet, you. That said, as he is now, the Golden Death will surely eat him alive, as the modern expression goes. Quite a literal case if he is stuck in that size."

"He must discover a way to become stronger by the time he arrives, to think he will face various Kaijus and monsters. What of the Wondrous Eighth, their duels could be a hindrance as the years go by."

"Or a boon as they forged an alliance by combat. I still don't understand how males of any species bond after fighting one another."

"Kong is a stubborn one, so perhaps it's the only way. At least they… might not invoke the wrath of the Silver Giant."

"Rena, you must not–what was the word again–jinx it. The Giant of Light, whatever color he'll look like, could still be misled by others whether he chose to find a host or disguise himself as a denizen of our world."

"If you worry about such things, Ai, then unfortunately all three of them clashing might be as inevitable as their eventual alliance. I only wonder what the giant will look like, or who he could be."

"I'm with you on that, sister. There's so many of them in the visions, it could be any one of them. A shame that the females are fewer than the males."

"Indeed, sister. Our Goddess was quite thorough with her visions, but not even she could figure out which ones are the most accurate until much later. I'm only glad she didn't overwhelm us with all of them at once."

"Such is the benevolence of our Goddess. Mahara Mosura."

"Mahara Mosura. Oh, we should figure out what to say to our people after this."

"Worry not, the newer inhabitants of Infant Island may need convincing, but the Cosmo Elias fairies will help them understand. I bet Maina and Miana would discipline the rowdier ones as usual, those silly brutes."

"Our Houtuan cousins do have tendencies for physical altercations to solve most of their problems, that's why they're our defenders. Right, shall we see what your favorite monarch-to-be is up to, Ai? I believe he's in the middle of a battle against the Azure Lightning while we were conversing."

"Yes, let us do so, Rena. I'm sure he shall be fine by now, no mere Lagiacrus could take him down."

"Unless it's the abyssal variant."

"I'm sure he'll be able to defeat one some day."

"Assuming he chooses to fight one; he seems to prefer peaceful solutions and not be the aggressor. As amusing as his attempts of de-escalation was, it's the thought that counts. And the way he talked back to the Old King…empathizing with his tragedy, as clumsily as it was. What a courageous, kind, sweet soul this young one has."

"Now you understand."

"Quiet you."

Somewhere else…

Ugh… fuck, that stings.

Something's warming up my back, or my spikes more like. I also heard and felt waves crashing into me. And cries of seagulls.

Opening my eyes, I noticed that I've awakened on a beach, once again lying prone. The sudden motion scared off the gulls who had been perching on my body.

They better not shit all over me. Fuck, I also have to figure out how to keep myself hygienic as a monster, too.

Wait… what happened to me? I remember waking up as a Godzilla… which I am, so the Lagiacrus fight was real. So was me shooting a radioactive vapor beam outta my mouth, I could still taste it in my mouth. I can't tell if it's spicy or salty, but I'll get used to this.

That Lagiacrus… Did I kill that asshole? I can't remember. What I do remember is that bastard clawing and biting me, but I see no scars on my arms… oh yeah, Godzillas have healing factor. Still stings though, so I guess my nervous system still works, and I need to not be stupid during any fights. Just gotta get smart, try not to overtax my healing factor, and I should be fine like the others.

Unless you're the TriStar Godzilla, anyway. Or the Original Godzilla but the Oxygen Destroyer was a Deus ex Machina so it's excusable.

Hmm… I think there were ships around during our brawl, they weren't sunk, were they? Were there any survivors? Wait, how long was I out? Have I been adrift when I was unconscious or what?

Oh shit, I'm probably radioactive now… are the sailors going to be alright? Fuck, I'm a walking hazard zone, there has to be a way for me to control how much radiation I'm passively producing. It's not like every Godzillas sweats and emits radiation, so surely I won't be harming people or the ecosystem… but I'll probably disrupt either no matter what I do to survive.

Wait… Square-Cube Law. I know jack about physics but shouldn't I have a hard time breathing and walking right now, or will that kick in if I grow 50 meters tall?

Then again, I'm as big as some of the monsters, and with the likes of the Mohrans, Dalamadurs, and Zorah Magdaros existing, I should be fine. Hopefully.

I tried walking around to test that, but why is the sand so close to my… oh wait, I'm walking quadrupedal style! I didn't even notice, it felt so natural… so fucking weird, but my literal lizard brain doesn't mind this at all. I wonder if I also have a secondary brain somewhere in my hips, or has that been disproven forever ago?

Anyways, I guess Delgado/Winston Godzilla is supposed to be able to do that? After all, it eventually became the TriStar Godzilla, so I'm probably more agile than most Godzillas. Wonder if I could run on all fours and go faster? I'll test that later.

Right, now that I'm upright , time to do some baby steps again.

Left… right. Left… right. Agh, this damn tail of mine, gotta figure out how to balance myself.

After minutes of walking in circles, both in bipedal and quadrupedal mode, I think I got it. I even figured out how jumping works for me now, and I managed to pounce effectively when I'm on all fours, cool. Guess I really am more agile and nimble than other Godzillas, probably faster than TriStar's Godzilla too. I doubt I could dig a tunnel with these claws though, can't even imagine how navigating in one works, especially with how my back spikes are shaped.

Right, time for a break. Sitting cross legged feels weird now thanks to my tail, and I don't want to be cramped for sitting on my heels… great, another thing to figure out; comfortable resting positions.

Looking around, the beach was void of life aside from birds flying above me. Before I do anything else, I have to figure out how I breathe nuclear fire out of my mouth. Sure, I also need to think up combat strategies for close quarters, but… I'm motherfucking Godzilla and I can shoot beams outta my mouth.

Let's see… ah, poor innocent boulder. And he's with his family, too. The perfect targets.

Okay, okay… this would be my super move or something, but it's part of my biology. Obviously I have to conserve energy because I don't know how much it'll cost me shooting the beams, so I guess I should follow my instincts or something?

Do I have to want or think about… oh.

I feel something building in my guts, or at least somewhere around my chest. My back feels tingly, I moved my tail to my side, and saw that the spikes are glowing blue and pulsating.

Something warm is about to come out of my throat. Let's hope I don't accidentally vomit my nonexistent lunch, because I rather not embarrass myself that way.

Here it comes!

I can only describe what I did as… Hocking a loogie, as what came out was a big ring of white vapor instead of a beam.

Seriously, Minilla's smoke rings? Do I have to step into my own tail to make a beam or–

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw what the smoke ring did.

The boulder's family, who were surrounding him, were scorched black. But Mister Boulder caught the brunt of it all as he cracked into pieces. I attempted to fire a second shot, the familiar warmth building up again, and with another hock, Mister Boulder became Mister Pebbles, and so did the rest of his family that didn't melt because of the ring's heat.

Wow… if I remembered right, the smoke ring from one of Singular Point's Godzilla's forms tore and eviscerated a Rodan, even though it was still in one piece when it crash landed.

That reminds me, that one PS4 Godzilla game has a smoke ring breath as an unlockable, and according to what I read as pathetic as it looks, it's absolutely deadly in point blank range, especially when you can shoot 3 of them in succession. Until I figured out how to blast that vaporous mist beam Showa Era Godzillas use, and hopefully whatever stronger variants there are, the smoke rings will have to do.

Wow, I'm just an amalgamation of Godzillas, aren't I?

I heard rumbling from somewhere, then I felt it; it's my stomach.

Oh… I guess I have to hunt now. Wonder if it's because of me hocking vapor nuke rings or me literally haven't eaten in… however long I was out.

I started by looking inwards to the jungle next to the beach. This looks like… one of the hunting areas from MH1? No, I don't think it has a beach, maybe from MH2 or one of the Freedom games? Damn, I can't tell at all, and I probably won't recognize all the locales.

Only played MH1, Tri, and World, so my knowledge is very limited. The only entry I ever finished was World and I haven't even touched Iceborne yet. Now I never will and I'll miss their… oh wow, MH has been around for 19 years, huh. And come to think of it, Godzilla's about to be 70 next year.

I missed his 69th birthday then, not nice. Or did I?

I don't remember how I died, but I think it's… after Godzilla Minus One came out? I can't remember if I've seen any clips online or not, or if the movie aired in Indonesian theaters. Oh, and I don't think Capcom made anything yet for the 20th anniversary of Monster Hunter, a shame. At least I might be able to see whatever location MH6 could take place in. Not that I'll be able to tell and–

Dude, shut the fuck up. Why do you still worry about fictional shit, what about mom and our darling little sisters, they're all alone now because your stupid-ass fucking died, remember? Get it together you dip shit, just because you don't have to worry about money and job hunting anymore doesn't mean you have nothing to worry about. Focus on the present, you dumb cunt!

… Motherfucker.

Shit, I'm too hungry to sulk, stupid brain making me think random bullshit instead of helping me solve what's happening now.

Okay, fine, fine. Since I'm an animal now, my senses should be better than they were when I was human. Let's see if I can sniff–

Oh… oh, wow.

So many scents and smells. Fruity things, rotten carrion, spicy twangs, salty–wait, that's just the sea–stuff, and so many different kinds of them. I can't even begin to describe what this feels like.

Let's go deeper into this jungle. Wow, I could even smell freshwater–I can even tell which one's safe to drink or not–and that river smells alright. There's also a peculiar scent and–oh, a herd of kelbis. These deers would make a decent meal, but I don't know if I'm fast enough to catch them.

… I don't think I'm ready to kill for sustenance, plus since they're puny they're basically snacks, so I'd have to catch two or three. Eh, let's try finding something else.

Okay, I think I smell bugs? It must be hornetaurs or vespoids since they'd be big enough for me to smell them, but with how crunchy they'd be, they're basically potato chips or cookies. I miss them already.

Hey. I… I think one of them smelled like mom's cooking? It's faint, probably farther away from here, but it smelled like her's.

… It's probably a person preparing their lunch.

But… mom's cooking. I don't remember nor care what it reminded me of specifically, all I know is that it smells like her cooking because they're always good and I know this smell.

And I don't even know how to actually hunt.

Fuck it, let's try and go after that one. If they seem like decent folks, maybe I could… no, begging feels wrong. I will negotiate terms on me taking some bites out of whatever they're cooking, in exchange–not that I'll ever do it–I won't eat them.

… Whoa, that's kinda messed up. Did I actually just say that casually or is my Godzilla brain influencing me?

Ugh, worry about existential crises later, I must feed myself.

Oh, eating raw meat… I wonder if I can use my atomic breath to cook whatever I hunt. But if the boulder family (RIP) was any indication, I'd probably turn the meat into minced meat, and they'll be human sized compared to my current self. I'll have to figure out how to adjust the intensity, and maybe if I could shift the sizes.

Condiments, though… if I dig a hole on the beach, make a pool of seawater, use my atomic breath to vaporize them until there's only salt… would that work? Maybe if I carry my prey to a salt farm on a beach somewhere.

And spices, would I still be able to eat spicy hot meals as a Godzilla? I remember how they evolved specifically to not be eaten by animals because they're basically poison, only for humans to come along and use them ever since. I'm a Godzilla, I should be fine, but this world does have some crazy kinds of foods.

I wonder if I could eat those berries hunters use to fight Elder Dragons, would dragon elements even affect me? Do I even count as one or is a Kaiju a class of its own?

Oh shit, wait… can I still eat sweets? Honey might be safe, but would have to fight off Arzuroses and swarms of bees though, and find large clusters of hives because 1 isn't enough. And chocolates…

Dammit brain, stop making me hungrier! If I ever find large quantities of anything edible when I was human, I hope I won't enter a feeding frenzy, I don't want to poison myself because I ate things incompatible with my biology.

Ugh, how did that Japanese girl who reincarnated as a spider did it? Wait, she has a gamer level up system or something as help. Bah, they all do for some reason, can't they use a different genre of video game as basis for their light novel plots?

Before I went into yet another tangent, the scent had become stronger and smelled better… and I just realized I'm in some sort of mountainous plains and cliffs, how did I not notice, how far of a trek did I just do?

Hmm… this reminds me of the first hunting area from the first game, could I be in the very same location?

The smell though, it's coming from down there, beyond whatever this funky smell I'm detecting. Okay, calm down, man. Look before you leap, let's see if–

I heard shouting. A woman's grunt, and a man's exerting himself. What the fuck are they saying?

Wait. Ah dammit, I forgot the people of Monster Hunter have their own made up languages and alphabets, even World and Rise have that as a 3rd language option.

Hold on, I have telepathy of a sort, don't I? I doubt I could get psychic powers out of Psychonauts but since Heisei Godzilla apparently is a psychic, then maybe I can do it too.

I mean, I talked with the Big G in English instead of Japanese or whatever languages Kaijus have, so surely if I concentrate, I could understand what they're–

"Damn Velocipreys! I thought you said they won't be around at this time of day, Ogata!"

"And you told me that this spot should be safe enough for us to cook our lunch, yet here we are, Emiko. A shame that Martin is out mining, I hope he comes back soon."

Peeking out from the hilltop, I saw a pack of Velocipreys surrounding a woman, dodging and striking swiftly with a Sword–or rather Axe–and Shield, and a man shooting them with a Heavy Bowgun, using what seems to be shotgun shells against them.

I won't even bother to figure out what kind of armor they're wearing, or which specific weapons in the skill trees they're currently using. They don't look too fancy, so I'm guessing their gears are low to mid tier, considering they're kinda having trouble with them.

But what do I know, the only MH I've properly played and finished is World. What they have are probably the good ones.

The point is that I'm looking at a pair of hunters who were making lunch, waiting on their friend, and are now protecting their meals because they're ambushed by Velocipreys.

Their names sound familiar though, hmm.

And these raptors haven't caught my scent yet. Do I even have one? If they smelled me, would any monsters that are smaller than me immediately panic and run away?

Hmm… I wonder if I could hear the thoughts of the Velocipreys? Would be interesting, but let's try it.

[Female with Beak Clacker claw and shell is swift!]

[The boom stick the male has fires strong rock, don't get hit by it!]

Oh… oh wow.

They sound like goblins. Or is it just my brain filtering their speech in a manner familiar to me? And Beak Clacker… are they referring to Gypceros? Neat that monsters have their own names to use for each other if that's the case.

I don't plan to side with these bird wyverns, but hearing them cry in agony as the woman slashed and smacked them feels unnerving. How do I–Oh, they're not talking anymore, just roars and screeches.

Yeah, if I still listened, I'd hear the last thoughts of the one the guy just shot in the neck. No need for a nightmare this early in my new life, thank you.

… I think they got this, right? No need for me to intervene, these duo seemed competent. Besides, if I appear they'll absolutely report me to the guild and I'm basically a wanted lizard for the rest of my life. Still, I doubt they'll have a hit list on monsters unless you're one of the deviants in Generations.

Hmm? There's another voice barking. I looked at what's making that noise behind the Velocipreys and… oh, that's a big one, definitely a Velocidrome.

And I'm assuming that's Martin, running from it and the Drome is followed by more Preys.

"Martin, what gives!" Emiko cried out, "Why did you have to bring more here?! You're supposed to throw a dung bomb if you don't want to fight a monster, remember?"

"I did, but I think this guy's a different Velocidrome!" Martin argued, rolling forward to avoid a bite or three as he unsheathed his Great Sword, "Don't tell me we riled them up during mating season?"

… So that's what those funky smells were, eww.

Wait, hold up. Emiko, Ogata, Martin… Those are names in the original Godzilla movie, and Martin's from the 1956 American version.

Now that I'm paying attention… These trio have the same weapons used by the trio from the opening movie for Monster Hunter 1. Shit, don't tell me I'm looking at the main characters or something, I wonder if the Kokoto Hunter is the actual hero and these trio are their usual companions? No wait, every hunter we play in different entries are always different individuals, and I always pretend that my Sapphire Star is the Kokoto Hunter but much older, but no way that's the case here.

Sure, the games don't have overcomplicated plots but this is just too much of a coincidence for me to just ignore.

I don't even know when in the timeline I'm at right now, for all I know the Fifth Fleet had already set sail and the future Sapphire Star–be they man or woman–will become this heroic figure. Not to mention the Kamura Hunter who grew up with those wyvernian twins, the lucky bastard/bitch.

Stuck in the Monster Hunter planet and because of how the games are, there's not crazy RPG bullshit happening; just dudes and dudettes with cool armors and weapons hunting monsters for ecological balance or something. And here I am, globetrotting without anything to guide me but my curiosity, instincts, and wanderlust.

Only time things get old-school RPG is when certain Elder Dragons are up to some shenanigans.

… Ah, fuck it. Let's help these guys out. Right, to get their attention I should do something memorable.

Oh, right.

I inhaled deeply, and after counting to four, I exhaled for another four, while Roaring.

The Roar is absolutely the most iconic and memorable sound in history, and I'm introducing it to this world.

I'm no king, but I'll certainly rule in ass kicking.

The date is 30/10/2023, and happy early Halloween, everybody!

Unfortunately, I decided to post this on the 3rd of November to coincide with Godzilla's birthday, so sorry for the delay. At least I could browse for any potential goofs while I wait for the day.

No, not because it'll be his 69th birthday, don't be silly. But at least I'm lucky enough to finish this while I'm still 31.

So, Godzilla Minus One will probably be out in Japan a few hours after I post this story, I'd seen the trailer already, and the rematch with Jet Jaguar would air in that Godzilla Fest and us gaijins can't watch either lol

To any readers in Japan, have fun with both.

So, life update… I've talked about it in other stories I'm working on, but since this is the first one I actually finished, here's the deal:

Our old house has been sold since a few months ago, after my 31st birthday. My family is forced to be separated because my little sisters have jobs while I still don't, so it's up to me to keep mom company.

New house is smaller, but it's cozier. Still wished we didn't have to separate but here we are.

Stupid fucking jobs with stupid bullshit requirements. My only hope is freelancing but setting up accounts on freelancing websites is annoying, it's either keep trying with that or… I dunno, something. My production is so slow I doubt I'm eligible for a .

I have to get a job so I can pay all the bills and buy meals, after all. So yeah, life's kicking my ass so much I don't know if and when I'd post new stories or continue older works.

I hate all of this, but such is life.

Chin up, dear readers. I'll come back when you least expected me, like how it is now. Hopefully I've gotten a decent steady job by the time you're reading this.

Bright side, I've been writing new stories, and I really like them. Obviously not done yet but what I have are:

1) Kamen Rider Forever Ace, crossover with Ace Combat, SI-Fic using Kamen Rider 4 covering all the Strangereal games in chronological order

2) What if the android Human Torch was active in the MCU? An MCU SI-Fic where SI-Me wakes up as Jim Hammond, the original Human Torch as he lives and survive in a somewhat comics accurate version of Earth-199999

3) Halo: Take Me Higher, an Ultraman x Halo SI-Fic using elements from the Ultramanga/Netflix anime where SI-Me wears the Tiga Suit and survives the Bungie games

4) Kamen Rider Black Centurial Trilogy, 3 different crossover fics using Fullmetal Alchemist, Attack on Titan, and the Fate series. The former 2 uses Minami Kotaro from the Ishinomori manga and Black Sun show respectively, and the latter is yet another SI-Fic. Titles for each are Centurial Dawn, Centurial Dusk, and Centurial Eclipse.

I told you my confidence is an oddball. At least with the other 2 Kamen Rider Black fics I'm finally writing something that stars canon characters.

Anyways, as for this fic, if you've managed to decipher the Easter eggs and references you might figure out what I have in mind for this story. And yes this too will cover all the games, specifically starting in Freedom Unite because it came out in 2008, and World came out in 2018, so that's why I decided to have it set when the 4th Fleet had set sail.

The Godzilla from the canceled 1994 movie, drawn by Ricardo Delgado and built by Stan Winston, is an interesting design. I chose to use that one because I'd be quite restricted with other Godzillas, not to mention from Delgado's drawings, he seems quite agile and more maneuverable. Considering the TriStar Godzilla, or just Zilla, makes sense where that one got it from.

Not to mention that it's such a waste to not use it in anything.

I've been pondering whether I should have SI-Goji start at 50 meters tall or make him smaller. Eventually the more interesting option for me prevailed, so SI-Goji is 10 meters tall and will eventually get bigger.

I mean, I want him to brawl with the monsters and not just literally stomp them and swat them like bugs. That's not fun.

SI-Goji basically wrestling the MH beasties? Hell yeah I'm down for that.

If you're wondering what gears the MH1 Trio use, I decided that Emiko wears a Gypceros armor wielding the Gypceros SnS, Martin wears a Khezu armor using a Khezu GS, and Ogata wears a Basarios armor shooting a Basarios HBG.

Obviously, 2 Blademasters and a Gunner. I picked those not because of their stats, but because they fit the narrative I'm going with.

The Kokoto Hunter is probably wearing a Monoblos set at the moment, dunno if he's using a normal or white Monoblos set.

Also I absolutely can't describe anything for shit, so fashion hunters are a no-go for me because like hell I'm detailing what fancy mismatched gears they're wearing.

The MH Wiki does help but I don't know how complete their information is. I'm assuming there's fewer images of pre-MHW gears because they're still using the same designs since their debuts so hopefully I got that right. Unless you guys can suggest a more detailed wiki.

Any veterans who are willing to help, I'll be happy to read your sage advice because only you guys would know the nuances of older games.

Right, I think that's all for now. You guys take care of yourselves, yeah?

See you when I see you.