Before we continue, I want to know if Zilla is MC's mate or should MC just kill her?
Her laying egg might become a problem and might be killed by Godzilla.
And yeah this is kinda a harem. Claire is one of them. Of course no sex yet. Once MC or his monster girls have human form.
If you can give suggestions for the story or give suggestions for abilities and other series. I'm all ears.
Also, I decided on the MC name as Varudras.
I was also thinking of MC traveling to another place beside earth through the space time vortex that normally connects to hollow earth.
One such world is Pandora from Avatar. Game of thrones/House of dragon.
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Once he left the nest, Matias prowled into the forest, his massive frame moving low and deliberate. He shifted into a quadrupedal gait, each step heavy enough to crunch fallen branches, yet precise enough to keep his senses sharp. Being closer to the ground allowed him to scan for what he needed—dry logs, withered trunks, or any dead trees that could serve as bedding and firewood for his nest.
Normally, he doesn't need them since his body is able to adapt to the environment while Ace and Speckles aren't that bothered by the cold of the night.
As he gathered, a thought stirred in the back of his mind. The system's reward pulsed faintly, demanding his attention. Deciding now was as good a time as any, Matias opened its interface, the runic script burning into his vision.
[ Synthesis ]
[ Description: The user can synthesize items, creatures, and abilities from those currently possessed. Similar abilities may be merged into stronger, entirely new abilities—though at the cost of the originals. Alternatively, abilities may be transferred into objects, granting them unique properties. ]
The other abilities were already self explanatory, but Matias kept wondering where he could find a place with enough radiation to absorb. Without it, his atomic breath would remain weak.
He thought of several possibilities. Nuclear power plants were one option, filled with energy but dangerous. Old nuclear testing sites could still hold traces of radiation. Crashed satellites sometimes leaked energy from their cores. Deep underground there might be uranium deposits hidden in the earth. And finally, the ocean, where volcanic vents released heat and radiation from the planet's core.
Of them all, the ocean seemed the only place he could reach. It was vast, hidden, and filled with natural power. Matias knew he needed to find a place like that, strong enough to fuel him. Only then could his atomic breath truly awaken.
Matias could feel the sun's solar radiation seeping into him, but it was only a trickle—far too little to make his atomic breath truly effective. If he tried to use it now, the result would be disappointing at best.
Pushing that aside for later, he focused on what he could control. He spent the points he had gathered, enhancing his abilities, increasing his size, and making his body heavier and sturdier. With that done, he turned his attention to fusing his powers together.
[ All similar abilities are being synthesized. ]
[ Newly formed abilities have been reset to Rank E | Level 1 ]
Matias's body shifted and stretched, his form reshaping into something both majestic and terrifying. The head crest he once bore dissolved into nothing, replaced by a regal crown of horns that swept back and curved like a mane, framing his dragon-like head with a natural, kingly presence.
His scales darkened into thick, black armor, glimmering faintly with a metallic sheen. They compressed tighter than before, growing denser and stronger, yet remained flexible enough to flow with his every movement like living steel.
His physique had changed—slimmer, more refined, but in no way diminished. If anything, his presence grew heavier, more commanding, as his body expanded. From the hips up he towered over 25 meters, his length stretching beyond 50 meters, his weight crushing past a thousand tons. When his wings unfurled, the span reached a staggering 60 to 70 meters, casting shadows vast enough to blanket the ground in darkness.
He was elegance shaped into a weapon, majesty entwined with menace. His silhouette was regal, almost divine, yet his very aura radiated dread. A dragon draped in midnight, crowned in horns, both beautiful and terrible to behold.
Matias inspected his new form, relief washing over him that he hadn't become some grotesque monstrosity of fused traits. His features had shifted, his head crest gone, yet he could still feel the same power thrumming within—it hadn't vanished, merely changed.
Satisfied, he turned his attention back to his task, gathering firewood. Once collected, he seized the chance to test his psychokinesis. With a thought, the logs rose into the air, drifting weightlessly under his will. The sensation was strange, as if every movement was tethered to his mind.
At his current strength, he realized he could easily lift his entire massive body without strain—over a thousand tons in weight. However, the effort wasn't without cost. Each use pressed against his psyche, a drain that would leave him mentally exhausted once he reached his limit.
It felt strange, almost like he'd suddenly grown an extra limb, yet his control was precise enough not to crush the logs as they floated in the air. Matias gave a small nod of satisfaction, then stopped using his psychokinesis—no reason to let Claire see that trick just yet. Instead, he reached down and picked up the wood with his claws.
Crack.
He froze, staring at the splintered remains in his hand. A long exhale left his nostrils in an irritated puff of smoke.
"...Seriously?"
Gathering more logs, he tried again, this time carefully curling his claws. Crack. Another one snapped like a twig. His tail twitched in annoyance as he muttered under his breath.
On the third try, he crouched low, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, claws trembling as he gently scooped up the bundle. For a glorious moment, it worked—until a small shift of weight crushed half the pile again.
Matias just stared at the mangled firewood in silence before letting out a deep, rumbling groan.
"Why is this harder than lifting a thousand tons…?"
Meanwhile, on the other side, Claire sat curled up on the ground, hugging her knees tightly as tears streamed down her face. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, the sound of her quiet sobs echoing faintly in the empty space around her.
Sure, she was alive. Sure, she was safe—at least for now. But for how long? How long could she really survive in a place like this?
Her thoughts began to spiral. What if I never make it back? What if no one even knows I'm gone yet? The questions only made her cry harder.
Her hands pressed against her face as she whispered, voice trembling, "Mom… Dad… you must be so worried. Are you looking for me? Do you even know where to start…?"
Another sob shook her shoulders. "And my friends… what if they're… what if they didn't make it? What if I never see them again?"
The more she tried to stop, the worse it became. Her mind played cruel scenarios over and over—her family searching endlessly, her friends calling her name, her being forgotten if too much time passed.
"No… no, I don't want this. I don't want to be here…" she whimpered, clutching at her hair. Her voice broke as she cried out, "I just… I just want to go home!"
The words echoed back at her, raw and desperate, as she buried her face into her knees and sobbed until her throat hurt.
Suddenly, Claire felt something nudge her shoulder. Startled, she lifted her tear-stained face and found herself staring into the big, round eyes of the two dinosaurs. She didn't know their names, but Matias had called them Ace and Speckles. Both of them seemed to sense her distress, their expressions softening in a way that made her wonder if they truly understood.
Ace tilted his head, letting out a low, almost puppy-like whine as he pressed his snout gently against her arm. Speckles, not wanting to be left out, waddled closer and leaned his massive head onto her lap with surprising gentleness, his warm breath tickling her skin. The sudden weight forced her to gasp, but when she saw their wide, concerned eyes, a shaky laugh slipped through her tears.
"You guys…" Claire whispered, her voice hoarse. "Do you… understand me?"
For a moment she hoped—just maybe—they could, the same way Matias did. But as Ace nudged her again and Speckles licked the back of her hand with a slobbery, rough swipe, she realized it wasn't the same. They weren't speaking to her; they were simply… there for her. Loyal and protective, more like oversized dogs than monsters.
Her tears slowed as she stroked their rough hides, her fingers trembling. "You're just… trying to make me feel better, huh?" she murmured, voice cracking. Both dinosaurs responded with soft grunts, almost as if they were answering.
Before she could say more, a deep rumbling sound shook the ground beneath them. Claire froze, her heart skipping a beat. She quickly looked up, her breath catching when she saw the silhouette of a dragon emerging through the treeline.
Her stomach dropped. Another dragon? Could there really be more on this island? For a terrifying second, she thought it was a stranger—another beast, possibly worse than the one that had saved her.
But before panic could take hold, Ace and Speckles suddenly perked up. They chirped and called out in familiar, excited noises, their tails swishing as if greeting a long-lost companion.
Claire blinked in confusion, looking between the dinosaurs and the approaching dragon.
"Wait… you know him?" she whispered, stunned.
And then, as the massive form stepped fully into view unaware It was Matias.