Godzilla's displeasure was something Hao Shuai simply ignored. He continued unhurriedly, "Why not? If you don't become my underling, you won't survive today anyway. We can't leave Mothra a widow, can we?!"
"Roar~~"
"Besides, once you're dead, Kong will become the new King of the Monsters. The King of the Monsters and the Queen of the Monsters make a perfect match."
"Roar~~"
"And Mothra has the right to pursue happiness, too."
"Roar~~"
Every time Hao Shuai said something, Godzilla let out an angry roar. But as Hao Shuai laid out the facts and reasoned with him, Godzilla's roars grew quieter and quieter. In the end, he fell completely silent.
He knew Hao Shuai was telling the truth. Once a beast was dead, everything was over. What would love or freedom matter then?
Hao Shuai could tell that Godzilla was wavering, so he said, "Becoming my underling doesn't mean you'll have no freedom. You can sleep whenever you want and fight whenever you want. All you have to do is show up and help me fight or make an impression when I need you."
"Roar~~ (That's all? Then I agree.)"
Godzilla finally nodded to show his submission. By now, he'd thought it through. He couldn't beat the man, and he couldn't escape. The man had laid it all out clearly and even given him a way to save face. Fine, he'd submit!
Thinking of the freedom he was about to lose, Godzilla couldn't help shedding tears of humiliation.
I, Godzilla, nicknamed Fatty, King of the Monsters, and deep-sea couch potato, was also known as the honey badger of the monster world because of my temperament. Whenever I appeared, I fought—and if I lost, I kept fighting. After losing, I'd go home, rest a little, then head right back out to