Note: This chapter may discomfort a few readers because there's a lot of violence.
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A creature woke up after a short nap on his underwater home, the seafloor, where other tiny creatures roamed the land. There were no emotions, no sensations. There was no constant pain. Just the beautiful peace of being alive. There was no suffering, no worry, and no torture. In fact, there was nothing to think about other than fighting or flying, surviving, or adapting.
Adapting.
He didn't know any language because he was just a marine animal, but in a way, it was a strong thing for him because every time he adapted, his body became stronger than before. It wasn't painful, but mostly it was a bit uncomfortable. But luckily, he didn't have to go through all that in a few painful seconds; he just had to be patient and wait for the moment the process was complete.
Anticipating.
He always thought there must be something in the ocean that preyed on him, waiting for the right moment to strike. But he didn't care, because he knew he would win. In reverse, prey would become predator and vice versa. He swam a little faster, blood and flesh from previous meals falling from his needle-like teeth, and soon he found a rock from which to jump. The creature curled his tail toward the rock, sent a wave through his body, and curved and lunged, swimming faster and faster. Ironically, that's the same thing he does when hunting his prey.
Finding.
After swimming through the water for a few minutes, passing other creatures, the sea animal passed through something foul and stopped right after, drifting about with strange thoughts in its mind. The slits in the gills around the edge of his throat began to burn, and his head felt a little fuzzy, but soon, he all felt a little better. He knew that the rather intoxicating smell of whatever had gotten into his gills was very likely harmful, but whatever he discovered was just curiously intriguing to him.
He shuddered as he turned to see what he had swam past. It looked like something that a land creature had dropped on the ocean floor, leaking a gaseous substance everywhere he had previously swum past. His mind was still fuzzy, but the sea creature noticed the green gas wafting from the barrel, drew it in, and then swam mindlessly through the fetid mist, sucking it into his gills with a burning sensation.
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If Shin Godzilla was in the Monsterverse
أدب الهواةRating: Teen And Up Audiences (This content is inappropriate for audiences under 13.) Note: To give it that translated book feel (excluding the poem), I translated all the chapters from English to Japanese and vice versa, but this may soon change. T...
