(A/N: The kaiju roster just got stronger—FabulousZoroark has arrived! May your footsteps shake the earth like Godzilla himself! Bonus chapter incoming!)
───「 Ludwig POV 」───
"I am the ambassador of the K2002 civilization from the third planet in the black hole galaxy."
Every screen in the conference room displayed the same figure—humanoid but distinctly alien. Its voice echoed simultaneously through all our devices with perfect clarity.
"I wish to negotiate a deal with you, Earthlings."
The chamber fell silent. As President of the World United Government, I found myself at the epicenter of humanity's first confirmed extraterrestrial contact—a moment of historical significance occurring at the worst possible time.
"Our home, the third planet in the K2002 galaxy, was struck by the detestable Cataclysm Star. As a result, we had to leave our home star system and wander through the stars."
The entity spoke with unnerving precision, its English flawless yet somehow mechanical.
"Then, after spending 73,245 years according to your calendar, we found your planet. Now, I represent the Bilusaludo civilization, and I am here to propose a trade with all of humanity."
A trade. Of course. Nothing in this universe comes free.
"We require at least one-fifth of Earth's land surface to establish a nation, along with equal human rights in the international community."
Murmurs erupted throughout the conference room. One-fifth of Earth's surface—an astronomical demand under normal circumstances. But these were not normal circumstances.
"As compensation, I will help you deal with the creatures known as Godzilla and Ghidorah. Furthermore, we will share our technology with humanity."
The room fell silent again. The ambassador had our complete attention.
"Monster phenomena are common in this universe, and your civilization is absolutely incapable of defeating Godzilla and Ghidorah. But with the support of the Bilusaludo civilization, you can triumph over these monsters."
I glanced at my security chief, whose face remained impassive but whose eyes betrayed the same thought I was having: How did they know about our monsters?
"We, the Bilusaludo, are a peaceful race and cannot bear to see your civilization destroyed by monster phenomena. Currently, our mothership is orbiting Saturn."
Saturn. Our deep space monitoring stations hadn't detected anything unusual. Either our technology was woefully inadequate, or they possessed cloaking capabilities beyond our comprehension. Neither option was comforting.
"If Earth's civilization accepts our terms, please transmit approval commands to Saturn's orbit via outer space satellites for ten days, with ten transmissions in each local language."
A specific protocol. They had planned this meticulously.
"After all the commands have been transmitted, we will dispatch an advance team to Earth, and they will also impart advanced Bilusaludo technology to humanity."
The ambassador's face remained expressionless as it delivered its final statement:
"We hope that humanity can make the right decision. Goodbye."
The transmission ended abruptly, leaving the conference room in chaos. Officials shouted over one another, demanding verification, questioning authenticity, debating responses.
A one-fifth landmass sacrifice for salvation from Godzilla and Ghidorah? It seemed too perfect—too convenient—to be mere coincidence.
"Godzilla's cells... Let's be honest, can we even consider these things as cells? It's been ten days, and there's nothing cellular about them. Why are we, biologists, studying this? Isn't this something for the chemistry department?"
I rubbed my tired eyes and pushed away from the microscope. Ten days of non-stop research at Yanjing University's biology laboratory had yielded nothing but frustration and more questions.
"The chemistry department has been analyzing them too," Dr. Li replied, carefully trimming his nails beside me. "They're equally baffled. Godzilla's cellular structure defies our understanding. I doubt we'll make significant progress in the short term. Unless, perhaps, some benevolent extraterrestrial beings decide to help advance our technology."
His joke hit closer to home than he realized. News of the Bilusaludo transmission hadn't been made public yet, but rumors were already circulating through scientific channels.
Ten days might seem brief for comprehensive research, but Godzilla's G-cells had confounded every expert at Yanjing University. Our partner institutions worldwide reported similar bewilderment.
When Godzilla's remains were discovered in the Far East region, more than 10,000 tons of tissue were distributed to research institutions worldwide. Initially, there was excitement—a chance to uncover Godzilla's secrets and potentially save humanity.
That enthusiasm evaporated upon first microscopic examination.
No nucleic acid. No recognizable proteins. No ATP energy transfer mechanisms. While there was something superficially resembling DNA's double-helix structure, it was fundamentally different—an entirely novel system unlike anything in Earth's biological taxonomy.
The energy transfer mechanisms appeared to utilize metastable metallic hydrogen—a theoretical substance whose existence hadn't even been confirmed in laboratory settings until Godzilla's tissue arrived. We were centuries behind the science needed to comprehend this organism.
Godzilla's cells couldn't synthesize metallic hydrogen independently, meaning that without the complete Godzilla system, isolated tissues lost all life characteristics.
Wait—that pattern seemed familiar.
"It only exhibits life characteristics when attached to a host organism and becomes indistinguishable from inorganic matter when isolated," I mused aloud.
"Essentially a virus," Dr. Li confirmed, setting down his nail clippers.
From a biological activity perspective, all of Godzilla's cells functioned like viruses parasitizing its central reactor and material synthesis zones—zones that were themselves composed of the same "viral" structures. Godzilla represented an entirely unique viral life form, utterly different from Earth's animals, plants, and microorganisms.
Mercifully, Godzilla's cells didn't exhibit parasitic properties toward other organisms. And fortunately, no other Earth organism could produce the high-pressure phase iron and exotic materials necessary to sustain these cells.
If Godzilla's cells truly functioned identically to conventional viruses...
The implications were too horrific to contemplate.
"Godzilla... ah..." I laid my head on the laboratory bench in exhaustion.
Dr. Li had finished his nail maintenance ritual. "Senzaki, don't be so anxious. The Godzilla puzzle can't be solved by us alone. Expecting to decode something like this in just ten days is unrealistic."
He studied my face with concern. "You haven't slept for days. Research isn't something you can rush. Dr. Senzaki is probably worried too. How about taking a break? After all, Dr. Senzaki came to Yanjing, right? They've made significant discoveries there, haven't they?"
I stiffened at the mention of the name. "I don't really want to see him... I came to Yanjing specifically to avoid him. If you want to go, be my guest."
I continued mumbling with my head down. Dr. Li stood and straightened his lab coat. "Since you don't want to go, I might as well. Farewell."
"Wait!" I called out, suddenly reluctant to remain alone in the empty laboratory during lunch hour. I hurriedly followed him through the door.
As we walked together down the corridor, I couldn't help wondering if the Bilusaludo's offer of advanced technology might be our only hope of understanding—and stopping—Godzilla. And what other secrets might they reveal about our universe?
One-fifth of Earth suddenly didn't seem like such a high price.