Evolving Monster in the Monsterverse

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: The Cold of the Crystal



{AN: Sorry for the late update. Anyways, we will finally be getting things moving along in the plot after this.}

Beneath the suffocating weight of ancient rock and primordial silence, Mark emerged into the deepest chamber of the hollow crust beneath Skull Island; a cathedral of stone and heat where time seemed to gather and fester.

The ground shimmered with radiation-leached minerals, cracked and forged into strange, spiral runes that pulsed softly underfoot. Yet it was not the carvings nor the heat that stirred the air with dread; it was the presence of two beings, waiting.

One stood with slow-breathing stillness, the fur along its mountainous form matted in places with blood both old and recent, a jagged scar tearing down the left half of its face like a canyon carved by war itself. This was no primitive ape. This was a monarch in exile, a king of a kingdom long since razed, who had survived where others had perished.

In his massive hand he still wielded that same whip; bone-woven and tipped with the shimmering crystal, its glow resonating with a hum that seemed to gnaw at the edges of Mark's perception.

And beside him stood a creature far more alien in design. She towered with a serpentine elegance, scales of glacial white refracting dim light into fractured spectrums across the cavern walls.

Where Scar King embodied primal power and spite, the being called Shimo was cold precision incarnate. Her breath left trails of frost in the molten air. Her glowing eyes contained neither hatred nor honour; only inevitability. The very presence of the ice titan caused the stone beneath her to hiss and crackle, freezing in expanding webs despite the oppressive geothermal heat.

Mark advanced, his massive form weaving through the colossal tunnels like a serpent bred for war, his ten limbs moving with both the coordination of a predator and the anticipation of something more; an executioner.

His gaze passed over Shimo briefly, noting her immense potential and tracking the sub-zero signature of her breath, but there was no immediate threat. The frost scalded his surface, yes, but it did not bite deep enough to matter. His Thermal Extremophile Core adapted in real time, venting heat through specialised membranes, while his dermal tissues reconfigured their texture and resistance to match the glacial assault.

He simply walked through the ice.

Scar King roared; his voice a thundercrack born of fury, pain, and the ancient belief that this land, this world, still belonged to him. He leapt first, whip spinning, the blue crystal leaving trails of radiant arcs in its wake.

The first strike carved into Mark's side, a glancing blow, but one that carried an unexpected kinetic force. The crystal pulsed upon impact, as though the contact between whip and flesh had activated some deeper mechanism.

Mark reeled, not from damage, but from something stranger; the sense of his own internal systems stuttering, briefly jammed by an alien interference. His distributed neural grid shuddered before recalibrating, and he immediately struck back.

Two tentacles launched forward, each one coiled with muscle-density near diamond strength. They slammed into Scar King's abdomen and spine, but the ape twisted mid-air, latching onto the nearest rock outcrop, and launched himself back into the fight with renewed rage. What followed was chaos incarnate.

Fist met tentacle. Crystal met carapace. Mark spun and struck with his immense barbed limbs, each one tipped with hundreds of microneedles that injected toxins and paralytics.

But the Scar King, maddened and emboldened by whatever resonance the crystal gave him, powered through the poison, swinging his whip in brutal arcs that cracked the cavern's walls and embedded glowing energy across Mark's shell.

Shimo remained still, unmoving, her head tilted slightly to one side, watching. Every now and then, her breath would fog the cavern, but not once did she intervene. Instead, she stood like a guardian waiting for something unsaid.

The crystal's light throbbed in time with her breaths. Mark noticed this; the rhythmic pulsing that matched the vibrations within the ice titan's chest cavity; and understood. They were bound.

Whatever the crystal had once been; a control device, a bond, or a prison, its influence connected the two, and through that bond, the Scar King had taken control. He wielded the crystal not just as a weapon, but as a key.

Which meant the target was not Shimo. Not yet.

With this realisation, Mark shifted his stance entirely, abandoning defence for ruthless offensive. His dorsal plates burned with gathered radiation, fuelling internal systems, and in a flash of electric fury, he surged forward with devastating force.

Two tentacles slammed into Scar King's legs, locking him down, while a third delivered a crushing blow to the creature's side. Mark coiled himself around the king, constricting tighter and tighter until bones cracked, organs ruptured, and breath ceased.

The whip fell from his fingers. Mark tore Scar King apart limb by limb, devouring him alive. He left nothing but shattered bone fragments and a scorched scent in the air.

Mark turned his attention toward the crystal. It lay on the ground, faintly pulsing. He reached for it slowly, cautiously, his mind spinning through every possibility.

'Power? Evolution? Control?'

He devoured the crystal. Nothing happened. No trait was absorbed. No system was altered.

It was inert. Useless.

Or so it seemed; until Shimo stirred. The moment the crystal was gone, her eyes widened, her body tensed, and she backed away, no longer held in place by some invisible chain. The shackles of resonance had shattered.

She roared; not in rage, but in desperate panic, and bolted toward the nearest exit with unnatural speed, her tail lashing across the ground, freezing anything it touched.

But Mark had already moved. Tentacles shot forth like harpoons. Two missed, but the third latched onto her hind leg and pulled. The air grew colder still, his body now surrounded by a wave of freezing wind, but his cooling systems adapted in tandem, flexing to absorb and reroute thermal flux like a living furnace.

He wrapped around her, locking her in place, tentacles slithering across her elongated neck and serpentine torso. She resisted. She screamed. Her breath unleashed an arctic explosion that froze the ceiling above them into jagged spears.

Yet none of it mattered. Mark was not a creature. He was a convergence of survival, hunger, and inevitability. He sank his beak into her side and began to feed.

She thrashed until her bones snapped from the tension. Her icy blood pooled, slow and thick, across the cavern floor.

In time, the struggle ceased. The cavern fell into silence once more, broken only by the soft hiss of melting frost and the low rumble of Mark's internal systems recalibrating.

Shimo's carcass had been consumed entirely, her frozen biology now unravelled within him, parsed strand by strand into coded fragments of power.

No further resistance remained in the depths of Hollow Earth, and with the Scar King's death and Shimo's essence integrated into his growing archive of dominance, Mark finally paused to assess the rewards.

The system pulsed in his mind like a heartbeat.

[New Genetic Material Acquired: Titanus Shimo]

[Potential Traits Catalogued:]

[Absolute Thermal Retention (Lv 1): Grants complete immunity to cold-based effects, enabling full biological function in any temperature; body heat cannot be lost unless voluntarily expelled, rendering even the deepest frost inert.]

[Ocular Cryo-Projection (Lv 1): Allows precise discharge of concentrated cold beams from the eyes, capable of freezing matter at the molecular level and halting movement or reactions within targeted zones.]

[Atmospheric Cryostasis Field (Lv 1): Generates an ambient temperature field that lowers surrounding climate drastically, condensing and crystallising moisture in the air with minimal energy cost, disrupting enemy visibility, flight, and metabolic processes.]

Mark's gaze drifted upward, twelve orange eyes glowing softly in the cold mist, his newest traits joining the ever-expanding constellation of potential locked within his flesh.

The Scar King had been fierce, but he did not give any abilities. Shimo had been stronger, but less intelligent and easier to deal with, yet gave some interesting abilities.

For now, he would scour the rest of this Hollow World.

...

And on the surface world, in the depths of the Pacific, vast swarms of energy converged to create fissure, not in the crust of the Earth, but in spacetime itself as a stabilised wormhole was created.


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