(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
Bombay, 1987.
Ace Pov
It took the mission in India for me to finally ask myself this question: How long have I kept this up? Everyone around me has been getting wrinkles or showing signs of aging, while I... remain in my prime. What I feared has come true. I don't seem to be aging at all. I still possess the energy of a young adult. More than 30 years have passed. Three decades of mental and physical baggage from stalking a monster who, with time, seems to grow more powerful. And so do I, but I seem to never catch up. This chase weighs heavily on me.
I can't believe it... 30 years with my feet in the mud, filled with failures, betrayals, heartbreaks, traumas, and what do I have to show for it?
The giant bastard is still wreaking havoc. The manipulator and its toy seem to relish taking their sweet time destroying this world. I have no family, barely any friends outside the A.M.F, whom I've slowly reconnected with. Well, I would have a family if I knew how exactly I could return to my world, but I... don't.
This mission... I was so focused on this monster for so long that I couldn't even imagine a life without it. My entire being was solely focused on killing it. Part of me still says that. After Garen's death, the A.M.F took a different turn... I... made it take a different turn...
Until I figured out the... "portal gun," I told everyone that it was no longer about containing or combating the monsters. That's my job now. But for them, it was more about damage control.
The group that once helped with monster hunting with me was disbanded. Those of us who stayed on were regulated to surveillance work, though I'm an exception. I handle both science and fighting. But as of now, we are calculating the monster's trajectory and evacuating all the people within that path.
We've literally become weather watchers...
Of course, Miss Fortune and Kai'sa, who still accompany me, didn't like that. Despite our cause being hopeless, we all still want to get our hands dirty and fight the beasts head-on.
This is a different era, after all. I suggested the idea of new departments, and it was accepted. They were quickly opened, bringing in new faces after I interviewed them, replacing the old. And new strategies were formed.
And you see, the smart ones and I built our own... Mecha Godzilla.
Miss Fortune, Kai'sa, and I looked from inside a van equipped with many cameras and surveillance technology. The girls looked in awe at the small TV while I looked unimpressed. Of course, I would be; I built it with a few others. I sighed to myself, stuffing my face with popcorn, waiting for any call for assistance.
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