"G–Godzilla?!"
The soldiers not far from the siblings followed the voice and looked up.
What met their eyes—
Was a colossal, abyssal gaze staring down from the sky.
The sheer pressure alone made several of them collapse to the ground in terror.
One of them fumbled with his headset.
"Sergeant Joyce here—did you catch those two brats? Remember, we need them alive. Fresh subjects are always valuable…"
The voice on the other end belonged to Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.
A high-ranking leader of Hydra.
Joyce swallowed hard.
"Lord Strucker… we've encountered… something unexpected."
"What is it?" Strucker replied impatiently.
"…Godzilla."
Silence.
A long, uncomfortable silence.
Then—
"Your sense of humor is disappointing, Sergeant Joyce."
"Return immediately. I have another assignment for you."
Joyce's face turned pale.
"No, sir… I'm not joking…"
Another pause.
Then Strucker's voice came back—cold and indifferent.
"Then prove your loyalty to Hydra."
"Kill it."
"And bring me its corpse."
Beep—
The signal cut off.
Joyce froze for half a second.
Then his expression hardened.
"Long live Hydra!"
He raised his submachine gun and fired wildly at the massive eye in the sky.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bullets struck—
And bounced off harmlessly.
Like pebbles hitting steel.
A lazy voice echoed from above.
"You people really have courage…"
"Like calves charging into a slaughterhouse."
BOOM!!!
A massive claw descended.
It didn't attack—
It erased.
Like crushing insects beneath a fingertip.
All resistance vanished instantly.
The forest fell silent.
The colossal claw slowly lifted.
Blood slid off its surface like rain.
Then—
The enormous form began to shrink.
Condense.
Transform.
Until finally—
A human figure stood where the monster had been.
Pietro stared, his pupils trembling.
The being that had just annihilated the soldiers with a casual motion…
Was now standing there like an ordinary person.
"…You…"
His voice shook.
"You turned into… a human?"
The figure glanced down at the unconscious girl in his arms.
"Did she summon me?"
It was Adrian.
Pietro instinctively nodded.
Then immediately shook his head.
"She's my sister!"
"She didn't summon a monster!"
"She just wanted a dress!"
Adrian raised an eyebrow.
"A dress?"
"What exactly did she do?"
Pietro hesitated, then answered quickly.
"She found a magic lamp… like in Aladdin."
"I thought it was fake, but…"
"A voice really appeared."
Adrian's expression turned strange.
"A magic lamp…?"
He looked down at the unconscious Wanda Maximoff in his arms.
Then asked calmly:
"What exactly did she wish for?"
Pietro looked like he was about to cry.
"I'm telling the truth!"
"She really just wanted clothes!"
Adrian sighed.
"I'm asking for the exact wording."
"…She said…" Pietro stammered.
"'I want a JK uniform.'"
"JK is slang—it means female high school student from an island country in the East."
He hurriedly added the explanation, afraid Adrian wouldn't understand.
Adrian froze.
Then his expression became… complicated.
"…That's unfortunate."
"Jeff really messed up this time."
"Wrong target."
Pietro blinked.
"…What?"
Adrian pointed upward slightly.
"The form I just used is called Galakrond."
"Also abbreviated as… JK."
Silence.
Pietro opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
Nothing came out.
Finally—
"…So…"
"You're Godzilla?"
He asked cautiously.
Adrian's face darkened instantly.
"Do I look like Godzilla?"
He gently placed Wanda against a tree.
"That was the Father of Dragons."
"Not some radioactive lizard."
"And I'm just an ordinary person."
Pietro's lips twitched violently.
Ordinary?
If this was ordinary—
Then what was he?
A bacterium?
Still, something else caught his attention.
"Father of Dragons…?"
"Like Smaug?"
His eyes lit up with excitement.
Dragons.
Mechs.
Two eternal dreams of mankind.
Adrian glanced at him.
"Smaug?"
"That's barely more than an oversized lizard."
Even Deathwing—a world-ending dragon—would look insignificant compared to Galakrond.
Let alone Smaug.
"…Right…"
Pietro decided not to argue.
Instead, he suddenly remembered something far more important.
"Wanda!"
He rushed to her side and knelt down.
"Wake up! Wanda!"
A voice suddenly spoke.
Soft.
Annoyed.
And definitely not coming from Pietro.
"Could you stop shouting…?"
"…you're being very loud."
Pietro froze.
His entire body stiffened.
"…Huh?"
The voice—
Was coming from beneath Wanda.