Crimson Lotus State and Kangqiao's Conception

Where did this urge to sleep even come from?

Kangqiao pondered the question but couldn't pin it down.

How to put it—the last few times he'd woken and slept, it had always been like this.

And besides, ever since that last sleep, he'd ended up like this, so maybe sleep was tied to his growth.

But now that he was already this massive, did he still need to grow?

Just how big was he supposed to get?

Wasn't he heading toward becoming a planetary Godzilla at this rate?

If that were the case, it might be a good thing, or it could be an unforeseeably terrible future.

Calling it good—the reason was that in this unknown, supernatural world, the stronger he was, the more he could ensure he lived as he pleased.

But being stronger also meant being bigger, which inevitably meant drifting further from the mundane, and loneliness might follow him for this monster's entire life.

Was this the life he wanted?

Looking down at the countless Dinosaur People and Primal dinosaurs on the ground, Kangqiao fell into an inexplicable silence.

Over these forty sunrises and sunsets, it wasn't just the Dinosaur People who had gained something.

Kangqiao had gained something too.

Because he'd roughly figured out his current state.

Using the ground as a reference, measured by the human world standards of his past life, he was now about three hundred and fifty meters tall.

Standing upright, he was as long as a modern aircraft carrier.

An aircraft carrier was hollow; at three hundred and fifty meters, it weighed at least sixty to a hundred thousand tons.

But he, with this bloated Godzilla build, was solid—he had to be at least several hundred thousand tons, right?

Three hundred thousand tons?

Or five hundred thousand?

Kangqiao felt a kind of helplessness he couldn't quite put into words about his current self.

Because at his current tonnage, even a single small step would sink the ground beneath him dozens of meters deep, shattering rocks and cliffs.

Truly making every move light and gentle was far, far too difficult.

Still, these were things he could slowly try to manage—after all, this was a supernatural world; there had to be a way, right?

Kangqiao could only console himself like this.

This was just some of his performance in his normal state.

Take the earlier Crimson Lotus State—if Kangqiao didn't release beams or other energy during it, it would fade after about twelve sunrises and sunsets.

That fading energy naturally didn't vanish into thin air; instead, it turned into nourishment for Kangqiao's growth.

Yes, during the time Kangqiao absorbed massive amounts of lava and maintained the Crimson Lotus State, his height had subtly increased a bit overall.

Though Kangqiao himself couldn't tell how much he'd grown—a few millimeters or a few meters, it was hard to say.

But compared to Kangqiao's current enormous size, even growing a few millimeters was a big deal.

Growing a few millimeters in ten days—how much in a year, how much in ten years?

What about a hundred years, a thousand years?

Thinking back to when he was still a lizard, how big had he been then?

And how big was he now?

In that time, he might have slept for tens of thousands of years, millions of years, or even tens of millions of years, right?

After all, during Kangqiao's slumber, the whole world was a scene of apocalypse—oceans everywhere, no land yet.

Even if someone told him he'd slept for hundreds of millions of years, he wouldn't be too shocked.

Given that humanoid monsters had appeared, and considering the difficulty of biological evolution as he knew it from his past life, what was so hard to understand about that?

But then again, because this world was a supernatural one, the natural pace of biological evolution couldn't be guessed by common sense.

Just like the Dinosaur People before him—under his radiation, in only forty days, they'd become like an entirely different race.

With that in mind, Kangqiao felt he'd probably only slept for a few hundred thousand years, or maybe a million at most?

Hundreds of millions of years—Kangqiao always felt that was a bit too exaggerated.

The Crimson Lotus State was a condition Kangqiao entered after some kind of meditation that forcefully absorbed lava energy.

In this state, it was obviously more conducive to promoting his growth.

That was one point Kangqiao now knew.

The second point was that in this state, Kangqiao completely turned into molten magma.

By controlling the magma with an effort similar to moving his limbs, he could barely form simple shapes on the surface of his body.

Like armor made of magma?

Well, Kangqiao still couldn't achieve much control—at best, he could keep molten lava clinging to a small area of his body surface for a few seconds.

Then that lava would break free and drip onto the ground.

At the end of the day, it came down to Kangqiao's willpower being insufficient.

Indeed, this world could produce a willpower similar to psychic energy.

This was also the beginning of Kangqiao's exploration over these past days, using willpower to control molten lava as an external extension of his body.

His time wielding willpower was too short, still in the experimental phase; for now, Kangqiao could only use willpower to direct the flow and reshaping of energy within his body.

Things like psychic projection or telepathic conversation from novels.

Kangqiao felt those were still far out of reach.

But though distant, he could slowly try. Whether he could actually achieve them, Kangqiao wasn't sure.

After all, everything before him was unknown—no prior attempts, no reference points, relying entirely on his own exploration. Naturally, it was different.

Those who came after could draw on the experience and knowledge of their predecessors to quickly learn useful things, but Kangqiao, as a pioneer himself, found this rather troublesome.

Fortunately, Kangqiao remembered a lot of information about Godzilla.

For instance, in the Burning Godzilla state, an officially released figurine depicted Burning Godzilla using energy to form two pairs of molten lava wings on its back.

Although no Godzilla with that appearance had appeared in American comics, movies, animations, or Ultraman special effects films.

Could it be considered a possible future state? That at its peak, Burning Godzilla could freely control molten lava energy to form whatever 'prosthetic limbs' it wanted outside its body?

If he could actually form two pairs of massive, terrifying wings on his back, would that mean he could fly?

Just thinking about it made Kangqiao eager.

Yes, this was an unknown supernatural world. Even if the original Godzilla couldn't do this, couldn't he create it himself?

Though his appearance was indeed Godzilla, and his abilities closely matched the Godzilla he knew.

But the official Godzilla lore had no setting for radiation-induced racial mutation.

Moreover, his current size far exceeded the official hundred-meter height of Burning Godzilla.

His future was full of variables—both exciting and intriguing.

As a giant beast, his days might be somewhat lonely, but one thing was certain: his life would never be dull.

Instead, there would be plenty of fun and unknowns waiting for him to discover and create.

Just thinking about it filled Kangqiao with renewed passion and motivation for the future.

Additionally, Kangqiao wondered if, to make his own life better and more interesting, he should first help the little ones beneath him who believed in him?

Forget everything else—this primitive cave-dwelling tribal state was hardly ideal.

Now that he was awake, shouldn't he at least let them live in houses, learn writing, and usher in or at least enter the age of city-states?