Boom!
The enormous head of the beast and the monstrous human collided, the clash unleashing a surge of energy that exploded outward in all directions.
The shockwave, like radiation bursting free, shredded the onrushing vines into fragments.
Dust and debris billowed skyward, and a shadowed figure was hurled backward from the impact—
"Jie jie jie… what a magnificent body of flesh. Truly enviable!"
The red-haired man looked down at his fingers, bent grotesquely out of shape. Without the faintest trace of pain, he forced them back into place, his eyes gleaming with greed as he stared at Ghidorah—before breaking into a mad, manic laugh.
K. Connors (OC). Over a thousand years ago, he had been nothing more than an underground fighter with no background, no status. To pursue physical perfection, he was willing to sacrifice everything, paying any price to strengthen his body.
One year, within the Great Kingdom, he witnessed what a true ultimate body was. That revelation drove him to join the Great Kingdom—known in those days as the Kingdom of D, founded by Ghidorah himself.
At first, he seemed perfectly normal. But one day, Ghidorah's research division reported that a vial of his experimental blood sample had gone missing.
That blood had been unimaginably precious. The scientist Yutal (OC) had even used Ghidorah's blood to create a Blood Factor—the seed of an entirely new lifeform.
And by cruel chance, the vial Connors stole was none other than the completed product.
When Ghidorah's forces pursued him, Connors revealed just how ruthless he was—drinking the entire vial in front of them, then hurling himself into the sea.
By all rights, he should have perished. But whether through luck or something else, he was later rescued by a band of explorers.
After a period of recuperation, his wounds healed—and that was when he discovered the changes. His muscles, his blood, even his very skin were transforming.
Fearing his secret would be exposed, he repaid his rescuers' kindness with betrayal—slaughtering the entire expedition, then casting their corpses into the sea.
That should have been the end of it. But as time passed, the power within him only grew more violent, and his body twisted with it.
His features warped, and everywhere he went, people mocked him.
Slowly, his heart twisted to match his body. To cling to the might of his stolen bloodline, he revealed the secret of immortality, gathering a band of cutthroats, murderers, and even aristocrats into his fold.
Thus the first shadow of the Twenty Kings Group took form. They began infiltrating the Kingdom of D, collecting powerful Devil Fruits in secret.
When their strength was sufficient, they staged their rebellion—justifying it by declaring Ghidorah an alien invader, an outsider, and launching an unprecedented war.
As for the Hidden Hundred Years, the truth was this: after their victory, they spent a full century trying to erase Ghidorah's existence, along with all knowledge of immortality.
For Connors understood—if the secret became known, another like him would inevitably rise.
But as the World Government and the Twenty Kings Group stabilized, Connors realized something dreadful: though he possessed Ghidorah's bloodline, he had not inherited Ghidorah's godlike immortality.
And so, desperate for that power, he sealed himself away with the other founders of the Twenty Kings, hoping that someday, their descendants might discover a way.
This was why the World Government continued to maintain its secret research divisions—and even now, in recent years, projects remained underway.
But they had made a fatal miscalculation. Ghidorah's might did not stem from bloodline alone.
Rumble…
Lightning split the dust-laden skies. Bolts of gold burst forth from within the storm.
"To think the likes of you could ever bind me—aren't you overestimating yourselves?"
The voice, bestial and thunderous, shook the heavens. Ghidorah's colossal wings unfurled with a resounding crack, the beating of them raising a hurricane.
Like a thunder god soaring on the storm, Ghidorah rose into the air, three heads rearing back in unison as they roared—
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Empowered by the sky's lightning, he unleashed his fury—rays of annihilation lashing down upon the earth like whips of thunder.
Freed from his restraints, Ghidorah rampaged without restraint, his devastation spilling in all directions.
"Damn it."
Seeing him break free, Connors' face twisted. He launched himself skyward, his body exploding upward like a cannon shell.
His speed was so immense it left rippling shockwaves in his wake.
Boom!
Against the colossal beast, his figure was no more than an insect—not even worthy of being called an ant. Yet the force that burst from his fists could not be ignored.
His twin fists crashed against Ghidorah's wing as it rose to shield him. The sound of shattering bone rang out instantly.
The fracture belonged to both Ghidorah and Connors alike…
But to Ghidorah, such wounds were no more than a passing drizzle.
"RAHHHH!!"
Connors' fists and forearms warped grotesquely, yet he did not retreat. His mouth split in a beastly roar, eyes burning crimson.
"You're still just the same—nothing but musclebound brute force!"
Mocking him, Ghidorah's massive wings swept once, swatting Connors through the air.
Like a shell, Connors crashed back down into the island with an earth-shaking boom.
Before Ghidorah could act further, the sound of horns echoed across the distance.
Wooooo… Wooooo…
The solemn, resonant blare carried over the waves. From the distant sea, a massive shape began to rise—like a mountain heaving up from beneath the waters.
The mountain split apart—revealing a titanic silver form, breaking free of the ocean's grip.
"A… an aircraft carrier?!"
For the first time, Ghidorah's expression shifted. The emotionless beast was stunned, his long-buried memories stirring violently after millennia.
"This…? Who built this?"
He could scarcely believe his own eyes. That thing—he knew it could not exist.
For when he himself had once designed it, it had been nothing more than sketches, incomplete schematics—mere concepts.
And yet here it was, real, tangible.
The reason he could tell at a glance: because its shape was one only he could know. No one else in the world could have conceived such a form.
A warship like an aircraft carrier—magnified a hundredfold, stretching thousands of meters long. Ghidorah was shaken to his core.
He wanted to laugh—wanted to cry out: I only ever sketched that for fun! Who the hell went and built the damn thing?!
"Ke-keh… surprised, are you?"
"Didn't expect this, did you?"
"Neither did I. But I'll admit—your old notebook was quite the help."
"I never thought those people would actually spend centuries building this thing."
Connors, returning to the air after being swatted away, now wore a frenzied grin as he beheld Ghidorah's shock.
"I'll give you this—you've done something that truly caught me off guard."
Ghidorah stared at the vessel. A true aircraft carrier—a colossus that had once existed only in the wildest dreams of his people.
Its sheer size alone churned waves of disbelief within him. For back in his homeland, even with all their brilliance, they had never solved its greatest problem: energy.
And now, in this era, it had been realized?
This was insanity. Beyond insanity.
Back then, in his own schematics, there had never been a word about what energy source could drive it. And this world—this world had no nuclear fuel to draw upon…
Then how was it powered?
Nuclear fuel…? No.
Could it be… that one?
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