Godzilla Earth: Origin (Patreon)

Volume 2 Chapter 106: The End of the Meeting

So this is... a Demon Star?

Does the universe really contain beings like this—everywhere?

If it had been a human who spoke of the true nature of the Demon Star, no matter how brilliant—be it the world’s most renowned scientist—the idea would’ve been dismissed outright. No one would believe it.

But now, standing before the humans, the ones revealing the Demon Star’s nature were the Exif and the Bilusaludo—two alien races. And on this subject, they had no reason to deceive humanity.

Could it really be that such things are scattered across our universe?

Someone nervously swallowed, overwhelmed by the sheer impossibility of what they’d just heard.

Others fell into deep thought—realizing that the Demon Star bore uncanny similarities to something they already knew.

And many more began weighing the risks—because according to the Exif, as long as the "Monster phenomena" remained unresolved, Demon Stars would not appear.

If Demon Stars truly were that dangerous, then perhaps… keeping Godzilla or Ghidorah within the Solar System, and not letting the aliens eliminate them, might be the better option.

The Exif and Bilusaludo emissaries watched all these human reactions—calculations, doubts, and worries—playing out before them.

And so, growing impatient, the Bilusaludo ambassador added a few more words:

“You humans don’t need to worry that the Demon Star will arrive immediately after the Monster phenomena ends. Demon Stars can’t move faster than light, nor do they possess any kind of wormhole or teleportation abilities.”

“We Bilusaludo have encountered four different Demon Stars. It’s true that ending the Monster phenomena may influence the appearance of Demon Stars—but even so, they move at less than one percent the speed of light. Even if you kill Godzilla and Ghidorah, it’s not like a Demon Star will show up right away and destroy you.”

“Our civilization wasn’t attacked by a Demon Star until 3,000 years after we defeated the Monster phenomena. That Exif over there said it took 1,000 years for them.”

“In fact, among all the civilizations we’ve observed, far more have destroyed themselves by letting the Monster phenomena run rampant than have ever been wiped out by a Demon Star.”

“So instead of worrying about Demon Stars a thousand years from now, you’d better worry about the present. Our Bilusaludo mothership has already entered Saturn’s orbit. Whether or not you want us to help you deal with Ghidorah—you’d better make up your minds soon.”

With those final words, the Bilusaludo ambassador leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, as if to nap.

What followed was a conversation between the Exif and the human representatives.

The topics discussed were primarily logistical: where the Exif would be housed, where their ships could dock, and whether their remaining non-combat equipment and technologies might aid humanity.

And in those talks, the Exif emissary revealed several surprising things that shocked the humans.

First among them: when humans suggested temporarily settling the Exif people in one of the large metropolitan zones along the Asian coast, the emissary politely declined.

They didn’t need that much space.

Because, according to him, the Exif now numbered less than ten thousand.

That figure stunned the humans.

Less than ten thousand Exif remaining?

But… what about all those warships? Could it be that the Exif were a species with incredibly few individuals but extraordinary military might?

One cautious representative, blending the question carefully into a broader inquiry, brought this up—hoping to gauge the Exif’s real strength without seeming too direct.

After all, this was the kind of probing question that needed to be asked delicately. And many present were already anticipating how the Exif emissary might respond.

However, all their expectations were completely off the mark.

They had assumed the Exif envoy would either avoid answering the question or respond in a vague, evasive manner.

But instead, he answered with startling bluntness—so direct it almost felt unbelievable.

“Are you referring to those warships? The ones floating above the cities are mere illusions, my human friends. We now have only a single transport vessel left. There’s no need for special accommodations.”

In his explanation, the Exif race had simply wandered for far too long. Their main fleet had long since been scattered, and the ones who had ended up on Earth were aboard only one of the original ships.

The massive warships that had once hovered above cities were no more than fabrications—illusions crafted by the Exif. Their true military strength had been lost long ago.

“Now, all we Exif desire is to quickly settle on this planet. You have no need to fear us. We no longer possess the strength to conquer anyone. We have come in peace.”

After further negotiations, the human government decided that the Exif would be allowed to come to Earth that very night.

And instead of the originally proposed coastal cities in East Asia, the chosen settlement site would be the current human capital—New Eden.

Simultaneously, a deal was also finalized with the Bilusaludo. It was agreed that their first group, upon arrival, would also live together with the Exif in New Eden.

Once Godzilla and Ghidorah had been defeated, portions of Siberia and South Africa would be allocated to the Bilusaludo as their long-term territory.

The Bilusaludo representatives accepted this outcome without protest.

With the conference officially concluded, the Bilusaludo ambassador and the human science team boarded a helicopter bound for North America.

They were heading out immediately to begin thawing out the rest of the Bilusaludo, and to initiate access to their advanced technologies.

As for the human representatives, they began departing from the conference room as well—leaving only two figures behind in the vast, empty hall: Ludwig, and the Exif envoy.

In the silence, Ludwig turned to the Exif and asked:

“Honored alien guest, as the head councilor of this planet, I still don’t know your name.”

“My name... is Metphies. That’s the pronunciation closest to your human languages—Metphies.”

The alien smiled gently as he answered.

“Metphies, huh…”

Ludwig repeated the name softly, then turned and walked out of the hall.

Now, the grand space was empty—save for one.

Alone in the hall, the Exif known as Metphies suddenly spoke a string of syllables.

It was a language—but not of this Earth.

Neither the intonation nor the grammar bore any resemblance to any human tongue past or present.

If there had been someone present who could understand or translate it, the message would have read as follows:

“So this is your choice, then?”

“King of the Monsters.”