Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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Deep within the Earth — Taotie Nesting Grounds

The realm below was silent but alive—an enormous subterranean cavern lit by bioluminescent fungi and flowing magma rivers.

Hundreds of Taotie burrow-tunnels webbed the walls like an ant colony.

At the center was a larger chamber, carved meticulously by claw and acid.

There, the Taotie Beast King fled with its elite guards—beasts three times the size of regular soldiers, their scales hardened by decades of pressure and mutation.

The King itself was a grotesque giant—thirty meters long, sluglike yet regal, crowned by horned frills and a pulsating abdomen.

Unlike its kin, it bore no claws or fangs. It was no warrior. It was a creator.

Its mission: survival and recreate.

Its intelligence: near-human.

The King had burrowed all the way beneath Siberia over the years, crafting an escape network that no human, no machine, could follow.

Until today.

RUMBLE—

A tremor shook the cavern. Not just a quake. A vibration that screamed purpose.

Something unnatural was descending from above—fast.

The King reared its fleshy head, screeching an order in low-frequency howls.

The guards instantly formed a tight ring, unfurling their umbrella-like neck frills—each a shield of hardened bone designed to absorb shock.

Then—

BOOM!!!

The tunnel ceiling collapsed.

A white-hot pillar of nuclear flame screamed through solid stone and crashed into the chamber like the fist of a divine being.

The shockwave was instant. Guards evaporated mid-roar. Limbs vaporized. Skulls shattered.

The cavern lit up like a forge.

The Taotie Beast King was hurled backward, crashing into a stone wall.

Its body ignited in a wave of blue fire.

Its regal frills melted. Charred flesh hissed and blackened, the smell of scorched meat filling the chamber.

And then... silence.

The King lay in a pit of its own blood and smoke, twitching.

Still breathing. Barely.

Surface – Moments Later

Miraluz stumbled slightly as he retracted his breath. His flanks heaved.

The beam had drained more from him than expected.

He flexed his wings slowly, stabilizing himself against the whirlwind of scorched earth.

Beside him stood his lieutenant—a towering Allosaurus with plated armor made of volcanic glass. Others gathered around, solemn and wary.

"Catch it alive," Miraluz ordered through a growl, voice low but commanding.

"I want the nest intact."

"Yes, Dragon God!"

A fleet of Dimorphodon scouts took to the air, while Compsognathus raiders scurried down the glowing shaft created by the breath.

The deeper they went, the more unnatural the atmosphere became.

Gravity shifted. Air thinned. Heat pulsed through every crack.

And yet, they advanced.

Many stopped to observe the scale of the destruction.

The sheer depth of the tunnel—glowing, unstable, breathing fire—was overwhelming.

Finally, after nearly an hour of descent, they reached the bottom.

The scene was apocalyptic. The once-grand cavern was reduced to slag.

Mangled remains of Taotie guards littered the floor.

And in the center, barely alive, was the target.

The Beast King, charred and burned, but alive.

Back at the Surface

"Clap!"

The corpse-like King was dropped at Miraluz's feet, still smoldering.

Its once-grand body was now blackened, smoking, twitching.

Miraluz lowered his head slightly, gazing at it with a look of grim satisfaction.

"This," he rumbled, "is no longer a threat. But it is proof."

He looked to the Jurassic commanders assembled around him.

"Proof that no pit is deep enough. No burrow safe enough. Not from me. Not from us."

A few of the dinosaurs roared in approval.

But even as victory settled in, Miraluz felt it—the toll of the blast, the exhaustion in his reactor, the pressure of having pushed his limits.

He had won this round.

But deeper forces had stirred.

Far below, things still moved.

Smoke still curled from the burnt flesh of the Taotie Beast King, its massive charred form sprawled at the base of the crater.

The once-proud creature, the sovereign of a species that had burrowed through the Earth like a plague, now looked like a broken husk—half-dead, half-shocked.

The Dimorphodons circled overhead cautiously while the Compsognathus task force surrounded the beast.

Some poked at it with their electrified claws, hissing and chittering as if debating whether it was even worth dragging back alive.

The answer came quickly.

"Zzt—!!"

A jolt of electric current surged through the Taotie Beast King's side as one brave Compsognathus lunged forward, shocking the beast with a powered claw gauntlet.

The smell of scorched flesh was joined by a sudden twitch.

And then—

"Rrrrghuuhh!!"

The beast jerked violently and let out a gurgling roar, limbs thrashing for balance.

Its eyes snapped open—milky white orbs that now trembled in abject fear.

But what it saw made that fear worse.

Dinosaurs.

Dozens of them. Armored Allosaurs with obsidian plating.

Triceratops with twin rotary blasters mounted on their backs.

Stegosaurs whose dorsal plates crackled with arc energy.

Every single one of them towered over it.

And behind them… a shadow.

A vast, winged silhouette loomed over the edge of the crater.

The earth shook with each step as the colossal being approached.

The glow of radioactive fire pulsed from its maw, and the very air warped around its armored frame.

The Taotie Beast King raised his head.

And there it was.

The silver-scaled god-dragon.

The very same one whose divine wrath had split the Earth itself.

The Dragon King—Miraluz.

Miraluz landed with the force of a meteor, his wings folding like a curtain of silver blades.

Dust swept outward in a circular wave.

His claws dug into the soil as he leaned down slowly, his atomic core still glowing with residual heat.

The scent of radioactive ash filled the air.

The Taotie Beast King shrank back instinctively.

His pulse raced so fast it nearly stopped altogether.

Miraluz gazed at him—no hatred, no mercy. Only sovereign judgment.

His voice reverberated across the field, low and resonant, echoing in a tongue older than language itself.

The words entered the beast's mind directly, bypassing sound and reaching the primitive instinct that all creatures shared.

"Submission... or Death. Choose."

[Domain Effect Triggered: Supremacy]

There was no room for negotiation.

The Taotie Beast King trembled violently.

For a second, he hesitated, his pride flaring—then it broke like glass.

With a pathetic whimper, the massive beast lowered his charred head and prostrated himself fully, belly pressed against the scorched earth, limbs stretched in surrender.

He shivered, his massive body spasming under the weight of Miraluz's gaze.

Compared to death, dignity was a small thing to lose.

Miraluz studied the fallen king for a moment longer.

His mission had not just been destruction—it was conquest.

Subduing the Taotie Beast King meant gaining a biological weapon factory.

A living engine that could reproduce endless soldiers. Cannon fodder.

Test subjects. Nutritional meat stock. Endless gene points.

And yet…

"Those not of our kind can never be trusted."

Miraluz turned and flicked his tail forward—an elegant, whip-like motion that concealed the deadly purpose behind it.

The silvery tail gleamed under the sun, then slashed downward.

Razor-sharp tail-thorns, harder than obsidian and laced with microscopic grooves, cut open a shallow wound on the Taotie Beast King's shoulder.

The beast wailed in pain, but remained submissive.

Miraluz's tail tip glowed momentarily before injecting a faint, glowing green fluid into the cut.

The substance sizzled softly as it entered the bloodstream.

A neurotoxin.

Not the fast-acting kind.

This was chronic—a slow-acting venom that would lodge itself deep in the nervous system, activating only at timed intervals.

The symptoms would be manageable at first: dizziness, mild paralysis, hallucinations.

But without the antidote, it would eventually destroy every motor function one by one—ending in a slow, agonizing death.

The best leash was the one hidden inside the mind.

Miraluz's voice echoed again, sharp and final:

"Rebel once... and die slowly. You are a slave now."

The Taotie Beast King felt it—the toxin coursing through his veins.

He quivered, choked back another scream, and slammed his head into the ground again in desperate submission.

Miraluz didn't even blink.

To him, it was not loyalty—it was utility.

If the beast failed to breed or betrayed his command, he'd burn it alive and raise another from its ashes.

Just then, a mechanical chime rang through the air—an artificial voice in the back of Miraluz's mind.

[Ding! Mission Complete: "The Great Wall." Reward Unlocked.]

[You have received: 10x Parthenogenetic Reproduction Potions]

Miraluz's eyes flickered, the glow within intensifying for a brief moment.

Then came the second prompt:

[Parthenogenetic Reproduction Agent: This genetic agent allows female organisms to reproduce asexually through DNA replication. No mating required. Offspring are viable, fertile, and carry enhanced traits. Production efficiency: +300%.]

The great dragon blinked.

"Good guy..." he muttered aloud.

Even a battle-hardened warlord like him was impressed.

This wasn't just a potion—it was a biological revolution.

With it, his upgraded soldiers could multiply without mates.

Even a single female organism could now produce entire generations by herself—perfect for ensuring loyalty and eliminating risk from wild breeding patterns.

He stared at the trembling form of the Taotie Beast King, eyes narrowing in contemplation.

"Looks like I won't need you forever after all."

The fallen king flinched.