Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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[Connecting to Titan Source.....]

[Connection to Titan Source successful. Evolution Initiated.]

The moment the simulator's prompt sounded, everything around Jack froze.

Time itself seemed to stop. It was as if some divine force had pressed pause on reality.

In the sky, he saw Skull Island shrink into a black speck beneath him.

The massive thunderclouds that usually roared with fury above the island now hovered in perfect stillness—lightning frozen mid-strike, rain suspended in the air like glass droplets, and wind halted mid-whirl.

"What... is this?" Jack muttered, though no sound escaped his lips in the silent world.

Then something strange stirred within him, like a lock turning deep in his mind.

Memories surged through his consciousness, memories not from his life but carved into his very being.

He saw Earth, not the Earth he knew, but a raw, ancient version.

The vision plunged him into a time 4.5 billion years ago, during the planet's Archean infancy.

There were no oceans, no skies, no life. The surface was molten, scorched, and wrapped in choking clouds of toxic gas.

Magma rivers flowed freely, and the atmosphere was thick with unbreathable vapor.

By all logic, nothing should have existed in such a place.

And yet...

They rose.

No one knows how or why, but they awoke in the fire.

Titans.

They were not the result of evolution. They did not emerge from single-celled organisms or crawl out of some primordial soup.

They... just were.

As if conjured into existence by an unseen hand, born of radiation and flame.

They were massive, terrifying, and majestic.

Their strength came not from muscle or bone, but from something deeper—feeding on energy, living off raw radiation like it was lifeblood.

Then time shifted. The visions leapt forward—millions of years passed in an instant.

It was the dawn of the Cambrian explosion, around 542 million years ago.

Life bloomed on Earth in a sudden, breathtaking surge.

Multicellular organisms appeared—arthropods, worms, sponges, and chordates.

Entire phyla emerged, forming the bedrock of ecosystems that would dominate for millennia.

But among these ordinary creatures, the Titans still walked.

Back then, the planet teemed with radiation. It seeped from the rocks, glowed in the seas, and drifted through the air.

The Titans thrived in such an environment.

They were not gods but were treated as such by the lifeforms that followed.

They dominated the land, the sky, and the ocean.

Some ruled territories with iron might, others kept to themselves.

Some clashed, some coexisted.

They were the lords of an ancient Earth no human could ever imagine.

Another leap forward.

260 million years ago.

The Permian period—the end of the Paleozoic Era.

A new ruler rose among the Titans.

Titanus Gojira.

It was different. Smarter. Stronger. Fiercer. This being didn't merely survive; it conquered.

Other Titans bowed or fell before it.

A name etched into the very bones of the Earth.

But power came at a price.

As the Permian period ended, the planet experienced the most devastating mass extinction in history—the Siberian Traps event.

Volcanic eruptions blanketed the sky in ash, releasing toxic gases and heat.

More than 95% of all life was extinguished.

The catastrophe drained the radiation from Earth's surface.

The Titans, no longer able to sustain themselves, were forced into slumber.

Some disappeared entirely. Others found refuge in the deep sea or retreated into the Hollow Earth, a vast and hidden realm beneath the surface where radiation lingered.

There, they endured—forgotten by time, whispered only in the dreams of ancient rocks.

Jack's vision didn't end there.

He saw the wars.

The battles.

The chaos.

During the Cretaceous period, something came from beyond the stars.

Ghidorah.

A terror not born of Earth. A three-headed monstrosity that descended like a plague from the heavens.

With it came destruction, death, and ambition.

Ghidorah sought domination over the Titans and bent others to its will, notably the Earth-born destroyer known only as the Original Death Bringer.

What followed was a war that would burn across the globe.

But Earth did not stand idle.

She responded.

Protectors rose to meet the threat: Godzilla, the noble guardian.

Mothra, radiant and ancient.

The first Rodan, blazing with fire.

Anguirus, loyal and fierce.

The enigmatic Shimo, cloaked in blizzards and silence.

Together, they fought the invaders in a battle so cataclysmic it would later be called only by one name—Ragnarok.

Rodan and Anguirus fell in the war. Mothra fell and was reborn through cycles, only she understood.

Godzilla and the Shimo confronted Ghidorah in the polar wastes, using the planet's last reserves of primordial ice to seal him beneath Antarctica.

The Original Death Bringer was cast down, broken, buried, and forgotten.

Earth's defenders, victorious but wounded, vanished into legend.

Some returned to their slumber. Some vanished.

A few remained hidden, watching, waiting.

The world was again thrown into chaos during the Quaternary Period of the Cenozoic Era.

A monstrous Titan known as Scar King, ruler of the inner world, led an uprising.

He enslaved the Snow Titans, ancient elemental Titans of ice and wind, and surged toward the surface in a campaign of vengeance.

His assault heralded the dawn of the Quaternary Ice Age.

The world froze under his fury.

Glaciers crept across continents, burying cities and silencing entire ecosystems beneath crushing cold.

But Scar King had not gone unnoticed.

Godzilla rose once more, drawn by the disturbance.

The Snow Titans, torn between fear and ancient loyalty, hesitated.

In the end, it was Godzilla who shattered Scar King's dominion.

Together with a defiant Snow Demon who broke free of Scar King's control, the pair defeated him.

The tyrant was banished deep into the Forbidden Zone of the inner world, where even Titans fear to tread.

Time leapt again.

The year was 1100 BC.

The Phoenician civilization thrived on the Mediterranean coast—seafarers and scholars, dreamers and builders.

Among them, a group of sailors bore witness to something few could comprehend: a colossal battle between a Titanus Gojira named Dagon and a towering insectoid creature—the MUTO Prime.

Dagon fought valiantly, but even Titans had their limits.

He fell.

But instead of being killed outright, he was used.

MUTO Prime, in a chilling display of parasitic dominance, implanted its eggs inside Dagon's massive body.

The once-proud Titan became an unwilling cradle, his flesh nourishing the next generation of destroyers.

And yet... the Earth did not forget him. Nor the sacrifice.

Jack saw it all.

Every moment.

Every battle.

Every sorrow.

But there's something else... something beneath it all.

A presence Jack couldn't quite name.

Not a Titan.

Not a god.

Something deeper. Something older smiled silently.

He felt a whisper in his mind, not words, but meaning:

"Balance must be kept."

The whisper came again, softer now, more intimate, curling behind thought:

"Miraluz..."

A surge of white flame danced along his skin—no pain.

"White Dragon..."

The name etched into his very soul like thunder muffled under oceans.

"Supremacy." (By Fan Request)

His legs trembled, not from fear, but gravity. Not the planet's, but something far unknown.

And for a moment, just one, the world exhaled.

The vision broke.

The wind stilled. The birds moved. The trees bent slightly, as if in quiet acknowledgment.

He looked down at his reflection in a pool below.

His eyes weren't the same anymore.

Not quite human.

Not yet Titan.

But something... between.