[Preview – One Month Later…]
Troy Orbital blinked awake, heart pounding from the strange dream still echoing in his skull.
He'd been surrounded by eggs. Giant eggs. Talking eggs. One had his face. One demanded taxes.
"...I need to stop drinking fermented Berry Milk before bed…" he muttered.
That was when he noticed the warmth around his waist.
More specifically, the thick, muscled tail loosely coiled like a lover's embrace, its pointed tip resting on his hip.
Troy slowly turned his head to the side, dread creeping in with every inch of motion.
Lying there, slumbering like a content goddess of war, was Zulzara of Mars — Scorpion Queen, planetary seductress, and his latest mistake.
Her obsidian-red exoskin glistened faintly under the moonlight pouring in from the cave's high arch. Her claws twitched as she mumbled in her sleep.
"Mmm… such endurance… my little protein bar…"
Troy's eye twitched.
How. Did. This. Happen.
He would have asked aloud if not for the creak at the door.
A trio of familiar silhouettes peeked through the small opening of the bamboo-woven door. Their expressions?
Mammara, the busty, kind-hearted Triceratops healer: a slow, disappointed glare like a mom catching her son stealing cookies.
Velvii, the manic genius Raptor girl: eyes narrowed in cold calculation, like she was mentally filing this under "Reasons to Experiment on Troy Later."
And then… Ravaxara.
The 7-foot tall, red-scaled T-Rex with thunder in her thighs and murder in her stare.
Her fists were clenched. Her pupils had shrunk. Her tail twitched like a loaded whip.
Troy didn't move a muscle. He just closed his eyes and whispered:
"I miss peanuts."
[One Month Earlier…]
Nineteen years ago, on his birthday, Troy Orbital choked on a peanut and died.
"I swear I was just watching a documentary on the evolution of fire-making... what kind of cruel irony is this?!"
And then, BOOM. He reincarnated.
He didn't get hit by Truck-kun. He didn't get summoned by a goddess. He wasn't a chosen hero.
Just… plop, back in the womb. Then born into a tribe of primitive humans living in a land where nature didn't just go hard — it went wild.
The fruit were the size of wagons. The sheep were juicier than overripe melons. And the sky looked like someone painted it with dreams.
Oh, and one other thing.
"Why… are all the dinosaurs hot women?!"
Raptors with hips and claws. Sauropods with horns and... curves. Carnotaurs with abs sharp enough to dice fruit. It was a Jurassic nightmare-paradise of testosterone-ending proportions.
But while other human males were carted off to become "tribe cattle" for the dino-gals' amusement (and population experiments), Troy was different.
He spoke early. He learned fast. By age six, he'd figured out basic fire-making.
At ten, he showed the tribe — and they screamed.
"The fire! It's a god's punishment!"
"He'll bring the anger of Gaia!"
"Get the Fire Freak out of here!"
They threw him out like burnt meat.
But Troy wasn't angry. He was… oddly relieved.
"Less dino girls sniffing my hair and calling me 'stick boy.' More time to plant oversized corn and perfect my sheep sausage recipes."
He became a farmer. Using the hyper-nutrient soil, he grew massive veggies, tamed sheep (with necks too thick to strangle), and even invented his own dino-girl repellant using crushed stink berries and repulsive sweat oils.
He thought he was safe.
Until he heard the roar.
A horrible, deep BOOM that echoed through the valley, sending flocks of sky-feathered creatures scattering.
He peeked out of his bamboo hut, spear in hand, repellant pouch ready—
And saw her.
She was huge. Nearly twice his height. Scales crimson and gold, her body battered, covered in claw marks and bruises. One arm hung limp. Her jaw trembled. But her eyes? Fiery and bratty.
"Tch… stupid… U-Utahraptors… can't… even fight fair… dammit… I swear I'll chomp their tails off…"
Troy stood frozen. Not from fear — but confusion.
She was crying. But she growled through it, face twisted in pain and pride.
He should've run. He should've sprayed her with repellant. But instead…
"Hey. You okay?" he asked gently.
Her eyes snapped to him like lasers.
"STOP LOOKING AT ME!"
"You're bleeding," he said, reaching into his satchel, voice steady. "I have something for that."
"I swear if you TOUCH me I'll—wait is that Heart Berry Juice?!"
She stared, jaw slightly open as he poured the glowing, pink fluid onto his palm.
"You're using that?! That's super rare! How do you even have that?!"
"Farming. It's called farming. Ever heard of it?"
"No, I—shut up! Don't put that on me! I don't need help from a tiny twig man with fire breath and weird smells and—mmmHHHHG—" she groaned as he gently rubbed the gel along her ribs.
It worked. Wounds visibly knit together like watching time in reverse.
She clenched her thighs.
"Wh-what was in that?!"
Troy blinked.
"Oh no."
He had forgotten.
Heart Berries were an all-in-one healing fruit, yes. But they had a side effect when interacting with certain hormone types.
And judging by the way her eyes glazed over and her tail curled… it was hitting hard.
Troy stepped back.
"Okay, okay, let's calm down—"
"YOU PLEASED ME?!"
"NO! I healed you!"
"MY BODY SAYS OTHERWISE!"
Just then, in the corner of his vision, a blue box flickered into existence for the first time in years.
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
Congratulations!
You have pleased a Dino-Girl of Royal Bloodline!
Would you like to initiate her into your Harem Protocol and receive your first Copy Bonus?
Starting Reward: GOD-LVL ENDURANCE.
WARNING: Physical trials may begin immediately.
"F#CK."
That was in both their minds — though for very different reasons.
The next moments would go unspoken, skipped, censored by the cosmos, but the outcome?
One farm hut, half-collapsed.
One red-scaled dinosaur girl, snoring like a jet engine, drooling on Troy's chest.
And one terrified human, lying still and whispering to the universe:
"I just wanted to grow corn…"