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Skull Island
A few days later, after an extensive search using his telepathic perception, Jack finally located Skull Island.
Shrouded year-round in fierce thunderstorms and violent weather, it lay hidden within the waters near Sumatra.
"Boom—!!"
Ahead, the sea was cloaked in an unbroken stretch of thunderclouds that blotted out the sky.
Lightning flickered in the darkness, followed closely by deafening cracks of thunder that rolled across the ocean.
The storm clouds extended from sky to sea, turning everything in their path into a swirling tempest of rain and shadows.
Due to these extreme conditions, Skull Island had long been a forbidden zone—off-limits to any human vessel.
But this was no deterrent for Jack.
Without hesitation, he plunged headlong into the storm.
Boom! Crash!
The roar of thunder collided with sheets of torrential rain.
Lightning lanced down from the sky, striking the sea with such force that towering waves rose and fell like titans in battle.
Even a heavily armored warship would've been reduced to splinters in moments.
Yet Jack, in his colossal dragon form, stood firm like an immovable giant.
His immense frame easily cut through the storm-tossed sky, lightning crashing against his scaled body and breaking harmlessly.
The wind howled around him, but his advance never faltered.
Jack released a steady current around himself by channeling energy through his bioelectric organs.
The air shimmered as a localized electric field formed, making his entire body a living lightning rod.
"TZZZAAAAK!!"
A bolt of red lightning tore through the sky and struck Jack squarely in the chest.
"ROOOAARR—!"
The voltage was immense—tens of millions of volts, the current reaching levels that could instantly incinerate a normal being.
A lesser creature would've been turned to ash in a heartbeat. But Jack was far from ordinary.
Thanks to the electric ray gene integrated into his system, his scales and muscle tissues acted like semi-insulators.
The raw power of the lightning was partially deflected, absorbed, and ultimately stored within him.
His body lit up like a charged battery, glowing faintly from the energy coursing through his veins.
Natural lightning was vastly more potent than anything his organs could produce.
It was a limitless energy source, and Jack drew from it eagerly.
Every strike honed his body, toughening his muscles, reinforcing his bones, and sharpening his senses.
"Ahhhh"
But it wasn't painless.
The first few bolts left his body twitching uncontrollably.
The next dozen burned his scales raw in places.
At one point, a jagged bolt caught him in the side of the neck, sending a blinding jolt through his spine and nearly forcing him under the water.
Jack gritted his teeth—metaphorically, at least—and powered through.
Pain was fleeting. Endurance was permanent.
These thunderclouds were no mere obstacle; they were a forge.
And he would emerge stronger from them.
Only when he felt his internal energy reserves reach their peak—his body buzzing, on the verge of overflowing—did Jack push forward at full speed.
With a thunderous roar, he tore through the last wall of storm clouds and burst into the calm beyond.
Suddenly, everything changed.
The churning skies gave way to a brilliant blue canvas.
White clouds drifted lazily overhead. Lush green mountains rose in the distance, surrounding a pristine coastline with waterfalls and untouched forests.
Crystal-clear lakes sparkled beneath the sunlight.
It was like stepping into a dream.
Skull Island.
He had arrived.
A secret world untouched by man, and far more beautiful than Isla Nublar or Isla Sorna.
This place was a paradise—pure, wild, and teeming with life.
But peace was short-lived.
His silver-white scales shimmered with a metallic sheen, glistening where seawater washed over them.
Golden lightning patterns streaked across its body, crackling faintly with residual energy.
Twin horns, each over ten meters long, curved proudly toward the heavens.
Wings—massive beyond reason—unfurled with a wingspan stretching over 200 meters, blotting out the sun.
Jagged wing bones jutted like obsidian spires, slicing through the mist and clouds above.
When his limbs touched down on the coastline, the entire shore quaked under his weight.
"BOOM!"
Tail flicked lazily behind, but even that casual motion stirred towering waves and sent trees toppling.
Every movement was laced with quiet menace—an aura of sheer destructive force.
Birds scattered from the trees in a frantic cloud.
Beasts roared in alarm from deep within the jungle.
Jack's eyes narrowed.
Something powerful was waiting for him on this island.
And it was time to announce his presence.
"ROOOAAARR—!!"
The roar that followed wasn't just sound—it was a force.
The shockwave ripped through the island, flattening trees and sending animals fleeing in blind panic.
The sky seemed to tremble, and the sea itself recoiled.
This was no ambush. Jack had arrived, and he wanted everyone to know it.
He had no intention of sneaking around in the shadows.
He came boldly, arrogantly, with thunder on his wings and lightning in his blood.
His roar was a challenge—a declaration of war aimed directly at the island's ruler.
"Come out, Kong of Skull Island," he growled, "meet the new owner."
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Elsewhere, Deep in Skull Island
The mountain ranges in the distance rumbled in response.
The land was alive—rolling hills rising like the back of a slumbering titan.
"Boom… boom… boom..."
With each echo of Jack's roar, the ground trembled.
Birds took to the sky in frenzied flocks. Beasts scattered through the undergrowth.
Then, one of the mountains began to move.
The "hill" uncoiled itself slowly, revealing thick, sinewy arms the size of battleship hulls.
A pair of legs like ancient stone pillars braced themselves against the earth.
The creature rose, towering more than 80 meters high.
It was covered in matted, dark fur, rough and wild, but beneath that coat were cords of raw muscle, thick as steel and hard as rock.
The illusion of a hill vanished completely.
It was not a mountain.
It was King Kong.
"ROAAAARR!!"
His roar ripped through the air like an avalanche.
Two long, sharp canine fangs protruded from his mouth, his jaws wide with rage.
The earth cracked beneath his feet as he bellowed, a rolling tidal wave of force that seemed to challenge the heavens themselves.
He had been sleeping—undisturbed, dominant, dreaming in peace. But now?
Now there was an intruder. One whose roar didn't just echo, but challenged.
Kong's golden eyes flared with primal fury.
Another fool come to test him.
"Not on my island."
He pounded the ground with his fists, shaking the entire jungle.
Ancient trees snapped. Stones rolled from cliffs.
Then, with terrifying speed for something his size, Kong lunged forward, charging toward the source of the roar.
Every step cracked the earth. Every breath burned with fury.
On Skull Island, there's only room for one king.
"And if you mess with this me" Kong seemed to growl through clenched teeth,
"You're in for a world of pain."
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After landing on Skull Island, Jack wasted no time.
Extending his telepathic perception in a sweeping radius of nearly a hundred miles, he scanned the land in all directions, hunting for signs of life—any prey unfortunate enough to be nearby.
He wasn't here for mercy.
He was here for dominance.
And death followed.
Above him, clouds of panicked vultures and leaf-winged dragons screamed across the sky, their flight erratic and terrified.
They could sense the presence of something ancient. Something deadly.
"ROOOAARR—!"
With a sudden upward bellow, Jack let loose another roar.
This one wasn't just sound—it was a sonic weapon.
The invisible pulse surged outward like a shockwave, tearing through the sky.
The fleeing birds never stood a chance.
Vultures and leaf-pterosaurs were shredded mid-flight, crushed by the sheer force of the soundwave.
Blood rained from above in thick, red sheets, painting the jungle canopy in crimson.
Below, chaos erupted.
Herds of Tyrannosaurs and Ceratosaurs bolted through the trees, trampling anything in their path.
Towering Brontosaurs turned to flee with earth-shaking steps.
Giant insects the size of tanks and bizarre beasts native only to Skull Island screeched and scattered in primal panic.
BOOM!!
Jack's titanic frame slammed to the ground, his foot crashing down like a meteor.
A massive shadow blotted out the fleeing creatures beneath him, and in the blink of an eye, entire groups of dinosaurs and chitin-armored insects were obliterated—crushed beneath his weight with a sickening crunch.
A pool of blood and mangled tissue spread out from the impact, painting a grotesque scene beneath his clawed foot.
Within minutes, his internal system began logging results.
[Gene points collected: 100,000.]
He was close to his goal. The elusive 100,000-point threshold was nearly in reach.
"999 per kill? Not bad," he mused coldly.
"These guys are dropping points like candy."
But he wasn't here for cannon fodder.
He wanted a challenge.
And right on cue...
"ROOOOOOOAAARRR—!!"
A new sound tore across the land. Deep. Guttural. Filled with rage.
It echoed from the mountain range not far away, and it shook the jungle to its roots.
Jack's eyes narrowed.
He's here.
The one he came for.
King Kong.