monster verse:Gene Evolution

Isla Nublar — Dawn

Alex stirred awake the next morning, his massive body rising slowly from the floor of the dome. The sleep had done wonders; every part of him felt restored, rejuvenated… and ready.

He had a mission.

There was a radiation stockpile waiting for him in the one place humans had used as their playground for nuclear destruction—the Nevada Test Site.

Useless trivia from his past life—facts memorized from documentaries and conspiracy videos—was now life-saving knowledge. And for once, he was grateful for it.

'Time to put all that nerd stuff to good use,' he thought, his eyes narrowing.

But this wasn't going to be a sightseeing trip. He'd fly in, absorb as much radiation as possible, and leave before the humans could figure out what he was doing. He didn't want to get swarmed by jets and bombarded again like last time. Not unless he was strong enough to return the favor.

Before departing, he accessed his system one more time.

'Upgrade armored scales.' He commanded.

> Ding! Armored Scales: Level 5 (MAX) — You can now withstand high-kiloton nuclear explosions. Resistance to extreme heat, pressure, and kinetic force greatly enhanced.

A slow grin formed across Alex's massive snout. He could now tank a kiloton-class nuke without much trouble. Megaton blasts? Not yet. But once he evolved to Titan class, he was confident he could shrug those off like a sunburn.

That was the goal. And this stockpile would push him closer.

Stretching his wings wide, Alex exited the dome without so much as a glance at the Monarch drones hovering nearby. He didn't care. He had bigger things to deal with.

With a heavy beat of his wings, the ground trembled beneath him as he took off, soaring into the morning sky.

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It took Alex nearly four days to reach the Nevada Test Site.

He swam most of the journey, only breaching the surface to take a breather and occasionally to stretch his wings when currents became too slow. With his massive size and increased weight, swimming had proven to be the most efficient method. When he finally reached the coast of the continental U.S., he kept a low profile, slithering inland under the cover of night and following the traces of background radiation like breadcrumbs in the dark.

Eventually, he arrived.

The Nevada Test Site stretched across the desolate landscape like a scar — wide, cracked, and ancient. Dozens of craters marked the ground, reminders of humanity's attempt to master destruction. The air was still, unnaturally quiet. Rusted remains of buildings stood far off in the distance, isolated from the real danger zones.

Alex hovered above the barren field for a moment, wings beating slowly.

To any regular eye, the area would seem dead and empty. But through his electromagnetic vision, the truth revealed itself — glowing veins of faint blue ran through the soil, concentrated around key craters. The radiation on the surface wasn't much, maybe enough to nourish him for a week if he lingered.

But underground, that was a different story entirely.

From what he could sense, the deepest reserves held the real treasure — ancient, undisturbed radiation pockets, sealed under reinforced concrete and time. He estimated that two or three days of rest in this place would be enough to gather the 5,000 radiation points he needed for his next evolution.

It wasn't fast. But it was safe And less troublesome then going after nukes.

With a low, satisfied rumble, Alex slowly descended, his wings folding in as he touched down near the edge of a crater. The ground trembled slightly beneath his weight. Several kilometers away, perimeter teams stationed at a safe distance stirred in alarm. The security alerts went off, and all eyes turned toward the perimeter cameras that had finally captured something impossible to ignore — the Black Wyvern.

"what the hell is that thing" one of the guards muttered.

Monarch Observation Station – Classified Briefing Room

The room was quiet except for the steady hum of projectors and surveillance feeds. Live drone footage of the Nevada Test Site flickered on the wall, centered on a single colossal form coiled within a massive crater — the Black Wyvern.

Dr. Ilene Chen leaned forward, arms crossed. "Still hard to believe he found that place so quickly. There were no signs of hesitation."

"That's what concerns me," Houston Brooks muttered. "He didn't scout. He didn't sweep the region. He made a straight line from Isla Nublar to the test site. No detours, no corrections."

"Maybe he sensed it?" another scientist offered.

"Possible," Serizawa said slowly. "All Titans have some level of sensitivity to radiation… but the Black Wyvern isn't a Titan".

"And even the M.U.T.O.s," Brooks cut in, "with their obsessive radiation-seeking behavior — they never found this place. That site is one of the oldest and most shielded nuclear testing zones in North America. If perception was the only factor, we would've seen others drawn here before."

Dr. Chen spoke up again, her voice tinged with skepticism. "He didn't stumble upon it. He knew."

The idea lingered in the room .

"No…" Serizawa said after a pause, shaking his head, though his tone was far from certain. "That would imply foresight. Intention. Knowledge."

Brooks tapped a folder against his palm, thoughtful. "We've been tracking his movements since he left Isla Nublar. Except for the gap — the two months he vanished on Skull Island."

They all fell silent again.

"Unless he was shown a map," Chen said, trying to inject some levity, "there's no way he should've known this place even existed."

"But he came straight here," Serizawa repeated, the weight of the thought settling in. "He knew exactly what he needed. And he knew exactly where to get it."

"Or worse," Brooks added. "He knew what it was for."

Down on the test site, Alex began to dig.

His claws tore through the soil and cracked concrete with ease. He moved slowly, patiently, making a large burrow straight into one of the underground storage chambers, and the moment he pierced it — the radiation spike was immediate.

Ding! Radiation +10… +10… +10…

The system began pinging softly in his mind as he coiled his body in the wide ditch he had made. The warmth of the sun hit his scales, baking into his body. It was… pleasant. He had never truly basked before. Flying under the sun wasn't the same — wind cooled him, distracted him.

But now, lying still, absorbing heat from above and radiation from below — it felt perfect.

His muscles relaxed. His breathing slowed. With a deep, low rumble in his chest, Alex curled his tail around himself and fell asleep, half-submerged in the warm earth.He is napping around a lot lately.

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After two long days of absorbing radiation at the Nevada Test Site, Alex had finally gathered the last of what he needed.

[Radiation Acquired: 5,000/5,000]

His bulky frame stirred as he slowly uncoiled from the shallow crater he'd made. The once-dormant site buzzed faintly with ambient energy. With a deep exhale, Alex took to the sky, his wings sluggish under his new mass, but determination carried him all the way back to Isla Nublar.

When he arrived, the island was just as alive as he remembered—but his focus wasn't on the dinosaurs roaming freely, or the faint volcanic plume rising in the distance. It was on one thing: evolution.

He landed outside the reinforced dome that Monarch had quietly constructed in his absence—larger, tougher, and more sophisticated than the previous avian enclosure. Without sparing the drones circling above a glance, Alex stepped inside.

Curling his wings close, he moved to the center and settled into place. This time, it wasn't just to rest.

'System interface,' he commanded inwardly.

The familiar translucent interface appeared in his mind.

He had the EV Points.

He had the radiation.

There was nothing else holding him back.

Alex funneled the 200,000 EV Points and 5,000 radiation units into the evolution prompt.

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Ding! Evolution requirements met. Initiate Titan Evolution?

> [Yes / No]

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'Yes.'

A wave of exhaustion swept through him like a crashing tsunami. His body slumped as his vision faded. Muscles relaxed, thoughts blurred—and then came the change.

From beneath his thick dark scales, a transparent fluid began to ooze out, coating his entire body like a second skin. But instead of remaining soft, the gel began to harden, crystallizing into a thick, jagged cocoon that anchored itself deep into the earth beneath him.

The material quickly expanded, growing in size and pressure until it burst through the dome, crystalline spikes shattering the reinforced ceiling as they jutted outwards.

From outside, it looked like a massive crystal obelisk, pulsing red every few seconds—a slow thump in sync with a sleeping heart.

The scientists scrambling in panic from falling debris from the broken dome.

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