monster verse:Gene Evolution

Time Skip — 3 Months Later

Monarch Outpost 61 – Yunnan Rainforest, China

"What's going on?" Dr. Emma Russell asked as she strode briskly alongside one of the lead researchers, tension clear in her voice. They walked through a corridor carved into ancient stone—walls etched with symbols and mural-like carvings. One, in particular, caught her eye: the delicate silhouette of a butterfly with massive wings.

"Mothra," she muttered under her breath.

"We're not sure," the scientist replied, clutching a tablet as data streamed across it. "She was dormant... then, suddenly, her radiation levels spiked out of nowhere."

They reached the central observation chamber, where Monarch personnel worked in a blur of activity, voices overlapping and screens flashing with alerts. Beyond the thick glass windows, nestled in the ancient temple chamber, a massive crystalline cocoon pulsed with a gentle blue glow—its heartbeat slow, yet growing stronger with each passing moment.

The cocoon began to tremble. Then, without warning, it cracked open, revealing a gigantic larval creature, its body shimmering faintly in the dim light.

"Mothra's larval form is active," someone shouted. Scientists scrambled to stabilize the situation.

"Activate containment grid!" barked the head technician, rushing to the console.

But nothing happened.

"What the hell…?" he muttered, fingers flying across the keyboard. "The systems—they've been compromised!"

Alarms began to sound.

Outside the chamber, Monarch security guards raised their stun rifles instinctively. The larva recoiled, clearly spooked, and with a startled screech, launched thick silk webbing from its mandibles. It slammed into the guards, pinning two of them against the wall,then grabbing one of them with her mandibles and yeeting them towards the wall .

"I'll handle this," Emma said calmly, grabbing a compact control device—the ORCA. She hurried into the main chamber, flanked by two personnel holding back the others.

Madison followed behind, refusing to let her mom face the danger alone.

Emma tuned the device, trying to find the correct frequency.

Mothra hissed again, webbing a light fixture.

"Come on, come on..." she muttered, adjusting the ORCA. The pulse changed.

The larva paused, her twitching feelers raised.

Another frequency adjustment. Mothra lowered herself slowly, her bioluminescence dimming.

It was working.

The scientists watching from the observation deck sighed in relief—momentarily.

Then it happened.

Boom!

An explosion tore through the corridor, the shockwave shattering glass and hurling people to the ground. Smoke poured into the chamber as screams filled the air.

Armed men in tactical gear stormed in, rifles raised, moving with brutal efficiency. They opened fire, cutting down the stunned Monarch staff.

Leading them was a white-haired man, his expression cold and focused. He stepped past the fallen bodies, scanning the chaos with grim satisfaction.

Emma, still beside the larva, looked up in horror.

They weren't here to steal data. They were here for Mothra.

The Monarch facility was now a warzone.

Screams echoed off the ancient stone walls as scientists and security personnel scrambled for cover or fell under the onslaught of gunfire. Sparks rained from destroyed monitors. The observation room was in ruin.

Emma Russell crouched beside Mothra's larval form along her daughter, shielding the ORCA with her body as the pulse device continued to emit calming waves. Mothra—visibly agitated—was hesitating between fight and flight, instinctively protective of the only person showing her no hostility.

"Hold your fire!" the white-haired man barked.

The mercenaries froze immediately. One raised an eyebrow.

"She's calming the creature."

Emma slowly stood up, still holding the ORCA. Her face was pale but composed. "Who the hell are you?"

The man stepped forward, flanked by two heavily armed soldiers. "You can call me Jonah."

Alan Jonah, the former MI6, now infamous eco-terrorist, studied her with unsettling calm. "You've developed quite the tool here, Doctor. The ORCA. Communication. Control. Influence. Very powerful."

"I'm not handing it over," Emma said coldly.

Jonah tilted his head slightly. "You will. Eventually. You're a biologist. You understand ecosystems. Balance. What better way to restore balance… than by unleashing the very apex predators that nature designed to enforce it?"

Emma's stomach dropped. "You're going to release the Titans."

"Release?" Jonah repeated, amused. "No, no. I'm going to wake them up. They've been sleeping for far too long."

Behind Emma, Mothra shifted, clicking nervously. The larva was torn—sensing aggression, but also confusion.

Jonah continued, now circling the room as if giving a lecture. "Humanity has overrun the planet. Burned forests. Melted ice caps. Poisoned oceans. The Titans are nature's answer. A cleansing force. But like any wildfire, they need a spark."

He glanced at the ORCA in Emma's hands.

"You're holding it."

Emma stepped back. "You'll destroy everything."

"Only what needs to be destroyed," Jonah replied with quiet conviction. "And from the ashes, a new world will be born."

He raised a hand. "Take her."

Two soldiers moved in and ripped the ORCA from her grasp as she struggled. Another seized her by the arm.

"Mom!" Madison shouted trying to help her mother but also got held back by one of the armed men.

Jonah didn't flinch.

"Take them and the ORCA to the transport. Leave the rest."

He gave Emma a final look as she was dragged away. "Welcome to the real mission, Doctor Russell."

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Some Time Later — Monarch Global Council Briefing Room

The walls of the secure room were lined with global tactical displays, pulsing lights, and data streams showing Titan activity. Seated around the circular war table were Monarch division heads, analysts, military liaisons, and a few weary scientists who hadn't slept in days.

At the center of it all stood Dr. Vivienne Graham, calm but visibly tense as she addressed the group.

> "At approximately 0700 hours, one of our containment sites was compromised."

She tapped a tablet, and the screen behind her lit up with satellite images of the dense Yunnan Rainforest in southern China. It zoomed in on a marked perimeter and flickering footage from broken security cameras.

> "The site housed a dormant Titan — Specimen: Titanus Mosura. Known colloquially as Mothra. During the breach, the Titan emerged and has since relocated, entering a second pupal phase in a nearby waterfall system."

The screen flicked again, showing faint blue pulses of light glowing from within the jungle canopy — Mothra's new cocoon.

> "More concerning, however, is what happened during the breach."

She clicked again. A still image of Dr. Emma Russell and her daughter Madison appeared. The next slide: a grainy video feed of armed men in black gear escorting them out through the jungle.

> "Dr. Russell and her daughter were taken hostage by the attackers. Our intel confirms the operation was led by Alan Jonah — a former British Army colonel turned eco-terrorist."

An image of Jonah flashed on the screen — older, sharp-eyed, his silver hair cropped short. The dossiers listed him as armed, dangerous, and internationally wanted.

> "Jonah has been linked to the illegal trafficking of Titan DNA. From what we understand, his group intends to capture Titans and sell them, or at the very least, their genetic material, to the highest bidder."

She let the weight of the words hang in the room.

> "With Dr. Russell in their custody, they now also have access to a working prototype of the ORCA device. We're still unclear on their full intentions with it. For now, we're operating under the assumption that their primary motive remains profit"

> "Our intel suggests that Jonah's group intends to capture the specimen alive — not kill it. That's why, at 0500 hours, we'll deploy a joint Monarch-Military task force. Our objective—"

> "I wouldn't bother," a voice cut in sharply from the side of the room.

All heads turned. Mark Russell stepped forward, arms crossed, clearly fed up.

> "This sounds like a duck hunt. A decoy. They want us chasing ghosts while they go after their real target."

Dr. Graham blinked, caught off-guard. Serizawa studied him carefully.

> "Why would they want this one?" Mark continued, gesturing at the map. "There are dozens more Titans out there. Bigger. Stronger. More dangerous. Why send a team to snatch a glorified bug?"

Serizawa responded evenly.

> "Because this is not the first specimen they've targeted. They may not know exactly what they're doing… but they're doing it methodically. One by one."

> "This isn't about method," Mark snapped. "It's about chaos. And now they've dragged my daughter and my ex-wife into it."

A tense silence followed.

> "No one has forgotten, Mark,"Sam said softly.

Mark wasn't finished.

> "Look, if you want to make the ORCA completely useless, then go ahead — keep trying to reason with monsters. Keep trying to contain them. But the only way to stop this from spiraling is simple."

He turned to the whole room.

> "Kill the Titans. All of them. Make the ORCA obsolete."

And with that, Mark turned and left the room, his footsteps echoing down the corridor behind him.

No one said anything for several long seconds.

Then one of the soldiers broke the silence."this guy really hates titans"

End of chapter.

If we reach 400 power stones I will realese two bonus chapters on the next upload.