Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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"Boom... Boom... BOOM!"

A chain of deafening explosions tore through the dense jungle, each blast sending shockwaves that rolled like thunder across Skull Island.

Entire swaths of rainforest disintegrated in the concussive wake—trees splintered like matchsticks, boulders shattered, and dust clouds spiraled into the air, blotting out the sun.

The earth groaned under the pressure, trembling as if the island itself were reeling from a blow to the heart.

Birds screeched and fled, wild beasts howled in fear, and even the Titans stirred.

From his vantage point atop the cliffs, Kong turned his gaze toward the eruption.

The flames, the toxic smoke, the sudden devastation had come without warning.

His nostrils flared, sensing danger.

The Iwi people, ever-sensitive to shifts in the island's balance, had already begun to chant their warding songs, desperately praying to the ancient spirits for protection.

Skull Island had known war and ruin before, but not like this.

At the epicenter of the destruction, where once stood the Skull Island outpost—now reduced to scorched ruins and cracked black stone—Miraluz stood amid the ruins.

Fires burned around him, licking at the sky.

Nothing remained of the enemy facility, not even corpses.

It was as if the entire area had been scrubbed from existence.

The magnesium-ray turrets, once humanity's pride in defense tech, had melted down in the chaos.

Their atomic reactors had breached, spewing radioactive fire into the environment.

Now, lethal particles danced in the air like glittering snowflakes.

Miraluz, however, didn't retreat.

He inhaled.

Deep, steady, purposeful breaths.

Every pull of air into his lungs drew in radioactive energy, invisible and deadly to most—but to him, it was nourishment.

Instead of being poisoned, his cells stirred with renewed vigor.

Muscles surged with strength. His body shimmered faintly as arcs of electric-gold energy traced patterns across his skin.

"Ah..."

He let out a satisfied exhale, voice low and amused.

"Humans do know how to set a dinner table."

Radiation was more than food to him—pure, condensed energy.

Compared to devouring meat and bone, this was a banquet.

After absorbing enough, he felt his body humming with potential.

Miraluz hovered above the smoking battlefield.

Then came the sound he had grown familiar with—a mechanical chime in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations! You have completed the mission: "King Kong: Skull Island."]

[Reward: 1 Titan Blood Essence.]

Miraluz's eyes widened slightly.

"Titan Blood Essence?"

[Titan Blood Essence: Contains trace elements of Titan energy. Repeated use may unlock dormant Titan genes, potentially leading to lifeform ascension.]

A precious resource—rare and powerful. It carried the raw energy of Titans, the kind that could elevate an ordinary lifeform to something greater... something godlike.

It wasn't just power. It was evolution.

He grinned.

"That's going to make Gray very happy."

Gray—the sister he'd raised from hatchling to apex predator.

The unofficial second-in-command of the Jurassic Alliance.

If anyone deserved the first drop of Titan blood, it was her.

His gaze turned toward the open sky, clouds parting above.

It was time to go home.

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Time moved forward quietly, and before the world realized it, the year was 2014.

A dark cloud had settled over the globe.

The Simian Flu—a virus of unknown origin—had decimated the population over the past year.

Nations were crumbling. Cities once teeming with life now echoed with silence. Panic ruled what remained of civilization.

But just as hope seemed lost, salvation came unexpectedly.

One day, APEX, the cutting-edge genetic technology firm based in the United States held a global press conference.

Their lead geneticist appeared on screen, announcing that APEX had developed a Simian Flu vaccine.

Not only had it passed clinical trials, but it was also highly effective.

The world stopped to listen.

And then it erupted in applause.

Headlines blared. Governments rejoiced. Stock markets surged.

In just days, APEX transformed from a controversial research firm into humanity's savior.

Their vaccine distribution began immediately, rolled out in stages across allied countries, while other nations scrambled to place orders at any price.

The death toll slowed. Quarantine zones shrank. For the first time in a year, there was hope.

But not all was well beneath the surface.

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Washington D.C. – The White House

In the heart of the American capital, two individuals stepped through heavy security gates—visitors who had been denied audience too many times before.

Dr. Ichiro Serizawa, representing Monarch , and Vivian Graham, his most trusted analyst, had returned.

The two were exhausted.

Not from travel or lack of sleep—but from political stonewalling.

They had come to warn the U.S. government. Again.

And again, the answer had always been: No time. No interest. No proof.

Today, the secretary greeted them with the same mechanical smile.

"I'm sorry, the congressman is currently away on—"

Then, fate intervened.

The elevator beside them dinged open.

The Congressman—a portly man in his sixties with thinning gray hair—stepped out, adjusting his tie, clearly surprised to see them.

Dr. Serizawa wasted no time. He stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Congressman, we finally found you. Just five minutes. That's all we ask."

The congressman sighed, clearly annoyed.

"You two again?"

He didn't walk away. That was already progress.

Vivian leaned in, calm but firm.

"It's urgent, sir. This isn't another theory or warning. This time... it's evidence."

The congressman raised an eyebrow, hands in his pockets.

"This about the mutant dinosaurs again?"

"Yes," Serizawa said. He reached into his folder and pulled out a high-resolution still frame—grainy but unmistakable.

A massive beast, dark-scaled with glowing eyes, standing atop a ruined structure.

Miraluz.

"Yesterday," he continued, "we lost all contact with Outpost 33—located on Skull Island. Just before the signal went dark, we received a final encrypted transmission. It said that Miraluz, the 'Dinosaur King' of Isla Nublar, appeared on the island and..."

He hesitated. "...he destroyed everything."

The Congressman frowned.

"You're saying... that thing defeated King Kong?"

"We don't know the full details," Vivian added quickly.

"Our satellites can't penetrate the storm systems that constantly surround Skull Island. The atmospheric interference is too strong. But based on our data—yes. That is the most plausible outcome."

The congressman took the image from Serizawa's hand and studied it.

"You want me to believe one monster took over an entire island guarded by an apex Titan?"

"Not just any monster," Serizawa replied.

"Miraluz is not a natural creature. He is evolving... rapidly. Monarch has designated him as an S-Class Titan Threat. His combat ability three months ago already exceeded our expectations. He withstood direct hits from supersonic missiles. Now, we don't know how far he's advanced."

The congressman's eyes narrowed.

More than forty years ago, the U.S. government had greenlit a joint mission with Monarch to explore Skull Island.

That mission had ended in disaster. Dozens of soldiers lost.

Equipment annihilated. King Kong had proven to be the ultimate deterrent.

Since then, they had left the island alone.

But now… Miraluz was there.

"You understand the implications?" Serizawa asked quietly.

"If he has truly defeated Kong... then the balance is broken."

The congressman slowly walked over to the window, gazing at the bustling city below.

"You're saying this... dinosaur—Miraluz—could pose a threat to humanity?"

"Not 'could.' He does."

Vivian added, "Our data suggests his energy signature is increasing exponentially."

The congressman turned.

"So what do you want from me? Troops? Funding? Nukes?"

Serizawa shook his head.

"None of those will work."

Vivian stepped forward.

"We don't need to kill him. We need to contain him. Before it's too late." 

"Fine let me discuss this." said the congressman.

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In the War room, Serizawa stood with folded arms as a large digital map projected multiple red zones across the U.S. western coast.

His gaze was sharp but troubled.

The officials in the room spoke in military lingo, marking targets and troop deployments.

No one mentioned Skull Island.

No one spoke of Miraluz.

All focus had shifted—to San Francisco.

The congressman from earlier stood at the head of the room, briefing senior Pentagon staff and intelligence officers.

"We've reviewed your warnings, Doctor," the congressman said with a slight frown.

"But right now, our priority remains the apes."

His words carried weight, backed by the recent approval of Operation Iron Sweep—a full-scale military offensive against the apes inhabiting the San Francisco ruins.

"We've vaccinated all frontline personnel. Air support is ready. Armor divisions are standing by. The target is clear: Eradicate Caesar's colony. No more delays. No more containment."

Vivian leaned closer to Serizawa, whispering, "They still don't understand the scale of the threat we're facing."

Serizawa nodded grimly.

"They will."

The congressman continued, oblivious to their exchange.

"Three years ago, we ignored what we thought was a localized animal riot—the Golden Gate Bridge incident. That was our mistake."

Images of the ruined San Francisco skyline flickered across the screens.

Rubble. Overgrown highways. Massive red 'X' markers denoting quarantine zones.

The apes had long since vanished into the Muir Woods, but the virus they carried—the Simian Flu—had remained.

What had begun as an isolated outbreak soon mutated into a pandemic.

Tens of millions dead. The government paralyzed. Cities abandoned.

Now that the APEX vaccine had curbed the worst of it, the United States wanted to reclaim its land—no matter the cost.

"And what of Miraluz?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice calm but direct.

"Will you continue ignoring him until he walks onto our shores?"

The congressman sighed.

"Doctor, the last confirmed location of this... dinosaur king... is an island thousands of miles from here. San Francisco is here, in our backyard. The threat is immediate."

"And if Miraluz evolves again while you're distracted?" Vivian added.

"If he reaches America?"

No answer.

Just silence.

Outside the war room, Serizawa and Vivian walked briskly through the corridors of power, their frustration growing.

"They've seen nothing yet," Serizawa muttered.

"No one truly understands what's coming."

Vivian tapped her tablet, pulling up real-time alerts from their overseas outposts.

"There's more," she said.

"The Janjira Power Plant in Japan—our sensors picked up activity in Sector M."

"Muto?" Serizawa asked, stopping in his tracks.

Vivian nodded. "Yes. The male specimen. His vitals are spiking. Temperature. Pulse. Bio-electric field. He's waking up."

A chill passed between them.

Once dormant beneath a temple, he had been monitored closely for years. If even he stirred...

Then the balance of the world was beginning to shift.

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Elsewhere — The Pacific Ocean

Far from human eyes, deep beneath the waves, Miraluz drifted through silence.

The ocean floor pulsed with life. Whale songs echoed in the distance.

Strange bioluminescent creatures fled from his glowing presence.

His body shimmered faintly, his form constantly shifting between organic matter and energy.

The radiation from Skull Island still hummed in his cells.

But more than that, something else stirred in him now—a hunger for growth.

He had defeated Kong. He evolved.

But the world was far from finished with him.

Above, somewhere on the surface, he could feel the faint electromagnetic pulses of satellites trying—and failing—to detect him.

He let them try. Let them wonder.

The humans would learn soon enough.

He was no longer just a mutation.

He was nature.