Reborn As Godzilla In Another World Novels & Stories

Her eyes, once dulled and lifeless in our last life, now glittered faintly, like stars in the sky. "Mary," she said with sudden, fierce determination, "let's go. Let's carve out a wider world for ourselves."

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it. This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it." After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face. As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.

The void slowly smiled too. For the first time since awakening. Understanding. "You are afraid." The giant eye darkened. The sky trembled. The creator finally spoke. Its voice no longer calm. No longer detached. Something emotional had entered it. Something very close to fear. "The anomaly cannot awaken." Too late. The sleeping giant beyond reality opened one eye. The entire world shook. Oceans rose. Mountains cracked. The system failed. Every screen went black. The child inside me pulsed violently. And suddenly—

Life would look normal from the outside. But she knew the truth: The story had changed. The world had widened. The danger was real. This wasn’t just rebirth and revenge anymore. This was survival.

Jensen was confused, and Evie smiled bitterly. “They did not inherit anything because they are the original gods from heaven,” she said. “Returners to ancestry are those deities who entered the cycle of birth. They were born to mortals but they retained their memories and powers as deities.” In her world, when a returner to ancestry was born, as soon as she or he became old enough, he or she would become the ruler of the land automatically. In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities.

, said her mother as she washes her hair. It doesn't seem like she knew what had just happened but because of that I more or less have an idea of what is going on. So that's how it is. At the very least I can now confirm that whatever this place is…It's definitely not earth. No, it's more correct for me to say that is not my world. It’s a parallel world. I have been reborn to a parallel world.

I came back to my senses and focused my attention on her. “Y-yes?” I stammered. “It's time for you to be reincarnated. In your next life, you will have an important mission that you should accomplish. Change this world, unite all races towards peace. This is not a request but an order you must obey. I’m going back to my place now because I need to have my beauty rest. By the way, I am Sophia, the goddess who created the world you are going to change—the world of Artesia,” she disclosed to me, telling me something I could not fathom. My head could not sink in what she had revealed to me.

I instinctively dodged to the side, but it was too quick, and I felt its talons sink into my flesh. Pain lanced through my body, and I screamed in terror. In that moment, I felt a rush of energy, and my soul was suddenly transported back to my body. I gasped, my eyes flying open, and I realized that I was lying on the ground, my body shaking with fear. I sat up, rubbing my head, and I looked around, confused and disoriented. The bird was gone, and I was back in my own world I felt a rush of energy and suddenly found myself transported back to my own world. I was back in my own time and place, but the memories of the strange, dark realm stayed with me, and I knew that I would never forget my

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.