After seeing that Godzilla had no strength left to resist, Clark slowly landed on top of its head and asked in English, "Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"…"
In response to Clark's question, Godzilla showed no reaction. It simply continued to lie there, struggling to get up.
"Can you understand me?" he repeated—this time, it seemed like Godzilla might've understood.
"…"
But still, no response.
"What if I just kill it?" Clark muttered.
Although he was convinced that Godzilla had intelligence, the language barrier was becoming a problem. Normal animal training relied on conditioned reflexes—certain actions or words would become associated with commands, and rewards would follow. Over time, animals would learn what their owner wanted.
But for Godzilla, if it couldn't understand human speech, Clark didn't even know what kind of reward would work to train it. So after a few failed attempts, Clark thought it might be easier to just kill it.
But just as Clark said he might kill it, the seemingly powerless Godzilla suddenly sprang up and lunged at him, jaws wide open, attempting to bite him.
Even though Godzilla didn't understand what Clark was saying, he wasn't about to miss an opportunity to strike at such close range while Clark was off guard.
Unfortunately, that "golden opportunity" was all in Godzilla's head. Because once its jaws clamped down… nothing happened. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't close its mouth.
On the other hand, Clark—whose hand was stuck inside Godzilla's mouth—felt like he was being attacked by a cloud of toxic gas.
"So foul!" Clark thought. He figured Godzilla hadn't brushed its teeth in decades—maybe not even once since birth. The stench was unbearable.
So Clark gripped Godzilla's mouth tight, then launched himself into the air and kicked Godzilla hard in the chin, sending it flying.
Moments later, Clark zoomed above it and delivered a heavy punch straight to its head, slamming the monster back into the ground.
After enduring so many of Clark's attacks, Godzilla's body had reached its limit. This time, upon crashing into the ground, it finally lost consciousness due to its injuries.
The battle was over.
In the aftermath of Clark's continuous attacks, Tokyo Bay underwent dramatic changes. The harbor, which had previously only been about ten meters deep, had been smashed into a massive basin—just like the unconscious Godzilla itself. Clark estimated the new maximum depth could exceed fifty meters.
Looking at the unconscious Godzilla, Clark didn't know what to do. He had originally thought it was a great idea to capture such a unique monster as a pet. But now that he actually had it, he realized… he had nowhere to put it.
Keeping it in New York? Definitely not. Never mind whether S.H.I.E.L.D. or other countries would allow it—Clark himself knew that was ridiculous. With Godzilla's size, even a small movement could cause a minor earthquake.
Imagine Clark taking a day off and returning home, only to find his house in ruins.
Thinking about it that way, Clark realized that owning such a massive pet might not be such a good idea after all. So, after a brief moment of consideration, he pulled out his phone and called Nick Fury.
After all, Clark had gone through a lot of effort to subdue this Godzilla-like monster—it would be a shame to just kill it now.
He called S.H.I.E.L.D. because he figured they had three things: money, authority, and manpower. Who better to help him find a place to keep his new "pet"?
"What?!"
On the other end of the line, Nick Fury stared at a satellite feed showing Clark standing on top of the monster and was stunned by Clark's logic.
He wanted to keep a giant monster… as a pet?
Fury hadn't seen that coming. But he couldn't say no. Even if Clark hadn't asked, Fury would've needed to step in anyway—to handle the giant monster problem.
Because Fury knew: if S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't take responsibility, someone else would—and that someone was Monarch.
Monarch was a special organization dedicated to studying ancient and mysterious creatures. But Fury had no interest in handing off this monster to them.
Why? Because the ideologies of their two groups were quite different.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s core mission was to protect Earth's order and prevent chaos—whether from things like the Tesseract, or other anomalies. They took threats seriously.
Monarch, on the other hand, was all about discovery and research. Fury knew from past interactions with them that their approach was… reckless. Their scientists pursued knowledge with little regard for consequences—to themselves or the environment.
Just like in 1973's Skull Island incident.
Back then, to lure out a giant ape, Monarch scientists had dropped dozens of bunker-buster bombs under the guise of collecting geological data.
That's how they found the king of Skull Island—Kong, a thirty-meter-tall gorilla.
The result? Fury's entire flight squadron was decimated. He and only one subordinate escaped with their lives.
That event was a turning point for Fury. It made him realize Earth was far more dangerous and mysterious than he'd thought.
So when it came to a creature like Godzilla, there was no way Fury was handing it over to Monarch. To him, they had no limits—and that was the problem.
In the end, Fury had no choice but to dispatch a team to negotiate with the Japanese government and arrange for Godzilla to be transferred to one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret facilities. Though Godzilla had been defeated by Clark, it was still on Japanese soil, and getting it out would require cooperation.
But Fury was confident: there was no way the Japanese government would want to keep Godzilla.
And just as Fury secured official permission to remove the monster from Tokyo Bay, he received a call—just as he expected.
The caller was none other than Dr. Coleman, Monarch's external director.
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