"Ding... system... incom... buzz... Errr.."
A weak voice crackled in his mind. A light screen blinked into view, floating somewhere in his vision like a glitchy pop-up. It flickered like a busted TV signal, then vanished.
A moment later, sparks flew. Something inside his brain let out a final buzz and went still.
"…"
He remembered that ridiculous battle earlier. The epic clash between the system and that transformers.
And now? His cheat system was toast. Smashed to bits.
'Great. Wait. Godzilla system…?'
He dug deeper into his brain, searching for anything salvageable. And surprisingly, there was something left behind, bits and pieces from the wrecked system.
Some packages had survived, and one of them had already opened.
"Space Godzilla DNA: Activating. Fusion Progress: 1%."
He blinked, stunned. SpaceGodzilla was easily one of the most over-the-top enemies Godzilla ever faced during the Heisei era.
This was the same timeline filled with psychic dinosaurs, time travel, and a plant monster born from Godzilla's DNA. Everything was already cranked up to eleven.
As for SpaceGodzilla's origin, it was absurd in the best way. Godzilla's cells somehow ended up in space, possibly carried by Mothra or scattered by Biollante.
Those cells were pulled into a black hole, shot out of a white hole, and exposed to cosmic energy, eventually mutating into a crystal-armored space creature with terrifying psychic powers.
The result was a flying kaiju with energy beams, telekinesis, and a towering presence that broke the rules of science and common sense.
Out in space, he could fly at three times the speed of light. Even under Earth's gravity, he still moved at Mach 3 like it was nothing.
His raw strength was terrifying, he once fought both Heisei Godzilla and a janky-looking human-built mech called MOGUERA at the same time and still gave them a hard time.
But that wasn't all. As he made his way to Earth, he casually wiped out multiple planets.
Once he arrived, he constructed a massive crystal fortress in Fukuoka. The fortress acted as an energy source, constantly feeding him power through the crystals he embedded into the city, effectively giving him a near-limitless supply of energy.
He could fire devastating Corona Beams, manipulate gravity fields, trap enemies with crystal spires, and use telekinetic powers to attack or defend. His abilities bent the rules of physics, bordering on reality-warping in scale.
Weighing in at nearly 80,000 metric tons, SpaceGodzilla matched Heisei Godzilla in sheer mass and exceeded him in raw versatility, making him one of the most dangerous kaiju the series had ever seen.
In short, SpaceGodzilla wasn't just strong,he was a walking cheat code.
If it weren't for the fact that he had a giant, glowing weak point basically screaming "hit me," there's no telling if he ever would've lost. And even after his weak spot was exploited, he still overpowered Heisei Godzilla one-on-one. That's how nuts his power level was.
So, now this Dna was getting applied to him. It didn't mean he was literally stitched together with SpaceGodzilla like some Frankenstein monster.
It was more like a high-dimensional fusion. He was gradually evolving into that kind of being.
Originally just a regular human, with zero G-cells and no chance of surviving a cosmic explosion, he was now being pushed by some unknown force toward becoming SpaceGodzilla.
Back when he still had his system, it was like he was just the pilot of a giant mech, control panel, stats, functions, all laid out.
But now? It felt like the mech itself had turned into something like Mazinger Z or Getter Robo, and the line between pilot and machine was starting to blur. And to top it all off, his mutated dragon bloodline was kicking in too.
Whatever was happening, his physical form was clearly being altered in cellular level.
With the SpaceGodzilla dna and dragon traits merging into one body, who knew what kind of monster he'd end up as?
"Well, at least this means I won't die anytime soon… right?"
From what scraps of memory he could still access, this world followed classic fantasy rules, swords, magic, and the usual mix of monsters and mages.
There were dragons, elves, magical beasts, and of course, actual gods hanging out in the sky. And that worried him.
Right now, he was just a strange looking baby dragon beast. Not strong enough to draw too much attention, but once he started growing, that would change fast.
In fantasy stories, young dragons often got tamed, chained, or turned into glorified pack animals. Some people used them to pull wagons, others threw them into battle as disposable soldiers. No way he was letting that happen to himself.
Even true dragons didn't always get treated with respect. In a lot of stories, they were just cannon fodder for some overpowered hero. And judging from the glimpses of memory still floating around his head, plenty of races in this world didn't exactly love dragons.
Now that he'd come this far, he knew what he had to do get strong fast. No drawing attention, no big moves yet. Stay quiet, grow stronger in the shadows.
And when the time was right?
He'd emerge as something more than a dragon. More than a monster. He'd be a cosmic kaiju. And then, the real journey could begin.
Just thinking about the potentially tragic future that awaited him made him shake his head, trying to clear it.
"Wait… wasn't I trying to remember my name?"
At first, he found it ridiculous that an isekai trip could make him forget something so basic. But honestly?
After taking a full-force punch from the Transformers and only losing his name in the process, that didn't seem like such a bad deal. He could live with it.
"Might as well pick a new one. Belial…"
The name tugged at something in his memory. Belial wasn't just a cool-sounding devil name from random fantasy stories.
In ancient texts, the name meant "lawless." It showed up in old Hebrew scriptures as a title for the wicked then later, Belial became a full-fledged demon in apocryphal writings and grimoires, one of Hell's high-ranking nobles. A deceiver. A tempter. A king of chaos.
Funny thing was, part of his true dragon name already included "Belial." It wasn't something he made up. It was part of him. Like a blood-stained title passed down through the ages.
So technically? That was his real name.
And if some low-tier demon in Hell thought he stole it? He'd knock on their front gate and sort it out with a fist to the face.
So yeah, from now on, he was Belial.
As for his quest? Get stronger.
No clear path, no system window, no glowing exclamation marks. Just one goal burned into his mind: grow in power.
"Alright. That's the goal. But… how the hell do I actually do that?"