Rain drizzled softly over the quiet evening streets as Milo Ren, billionaire scientist and owner of one of the largest research corporations in the world, walked home from his lab.

Despite his status, Milo lived a surprisingly simple life.

As he crossed the road, a sharp sound caught his attention.

Laughter.

Cruel laughter.

In the dim alley nearby, a group of teenagers surrounded something on the ground.

Milo frowned and stepped closer.

What he saw made his chest tighten.

A thin stray cat curled protectively around a tiny kitten, while the teenagers kicked at them.

“Look at it!” one of them laughed. “It’s trying to protect the little one!”

Another raised his foot again.

Before the kick could land, Milo grabbed the boy’s arm.

“That’s enough.”

His calm voice instantly silenced them.

Recognizing the well-dressed man, the teenagers scoffed and ran off, muttering under their breath.

Milo crouched down.

The cat trembled but didn’t run, her body still shielding the kitten.

“It’s alright,” Milo said softly.

Carefully, he picked them up.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

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At home, Milo cleaned their wounds and prepared a small bed for them.

Days passed peacefully.

The kitten grew energetic, often climbing onto Milo’s desk while he worked.

The mother cat remained quiet but always watched him with strangely intelligent eyes.

For the first time in a long while, Milo didn’t feel so alone.

Then one evening, after returning from work, he noticed something strange.

The house was quiet.

Too quiet.

The small bed in the corner was empty.

“The cat…?”

Milo searched the house but found nothing.

A strange uneasiness settled in his chest.

So he went outside to look.

After walking through several streets, he finally heard familiar frightened cries.

His heart dropped.

In a dark alley, the same teenagers had cornered the cat and her kitten again.

“Stop!”

Milo rushed forward.

But this time, things were different.

One of the teenagers pulled out a knife.

“Mind your own business!”

Before Milo could react—

A flash of steel.

Pain exploded through his chest.

The world spun.

As Milo collapsed, he saw the cat staring at him.

But instead of fear…

There was something like sadness in her eyes.

Darkness swallowed everything.

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When Milo opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the alley.

Instead, he stood in a vast white realm, floating somewhere between existence and nothingness.

“…Where am I?”

A familiar voice answered.

“You are between life and death.”

Milo turned.

The cat stood behind him.

But now she was surrounded by faint golden light.

“You…”

The cat bowed her head.

“Thank you for saving me and my child.”

Milo frowned.

“But why did you leave my house?”

The cat hesitated.

“…Because my superior commanded it.”

“Your superior?”

“God.”

Before Milo could ask more, the space around him trembled.

A presence far greater appeared.

A calm voice echoed through the endless void.

“Milo Ren.”

A figure made of light formed before him.

“I apologize for the unpleasant method of your death.”

Milo blinked.

“…You planned it?”

The divine figure sighed softly.

“You were meant to die.”

“Your knowledge, your mind, and your compassion are needed elsewhere.”

With a wave of the figure’s hand, a vision appeared.

A primitive world filled with beastmen tribes.

A small tribe struggling to survive.

Starvation.

Predators.

Extinction.

“They will perish without guidance,” the voice continued.

“But with your knowledge… and the assistance of a system… their fate can change.”

A glowing panel suddenly appeared before Milo.

[Fertility and Prosperity System Initializing…]

“You will be reborn among them,” the divine voice said.

“Help them evolve.”

“Save their tribe.”

“And change the fate of their world.”

The white realm slowly faded.

Milo felt himself falling into darkness again.

The last thing he heard was the system’s voice.

“Host confirmed.”

“Reincarnation beginning.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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Warmth.

That was the first thing Ren felt.

A strange, heavy warmth wrapped around his entire body.

Then came the exhaustion.

It felt as if every bone in his body had been crushed and rebuilt again. His muscles ached, his head throbbed, and even breathing felt strangely tiring.

Ren slowly opened his eyes.

The ceiling above him was unfamiliar.

Instead of the white modern ceiling he expected, rough wooden beams and woven leaves formed a primitive roof.

“…Where…?”

His voice came out hoarse and weak.

The air smelled strange too—earth, smoke, dried herbs, and something faintly sweet.

Ren tried to move.

The moment he did, a wave of exhaustion hit him so hard his vision blurred.

His eyelids grew heavy.

Maybe… I should sleep a little longer…

Just as he was about to close his eyes again—

The door flap of the hut rustled.

Footsteps entered.

A man’s voice spoke quietly.

“Poor omega…”

Ren’s mind stirred faintly.

“The first child is an omega.”

The man sounded sympathetic.

Ren’s eyes snapped open.

“…Omega?”

The stranger standing beside the bed noticed immediately.

“Oh! You’re awake.”

The man looked to be in his thirties, with soft brown hair tied behind his head and gentle green eyes. Around his waist hung several small leather pouches filled with dried herbs.

Seeing Ren awake, he gave a relieved smile.

“That’s good. I was worried you might sleep for another day.”

Ren blinked slowly.

“…Who… are you?”

The man placed a hand over his chest politely.

“My name is Terry. I’m the healer of this tribe.”

Ren stared at him blankly.

“Tribe…?”

Terry’s brows furrowed slightly.

Then he asked carefully, “Do you remember who you are?”

Ren opened his mouth.

For a moment Milo’s memories flashed through his mind—his laboratory, the alley, the knife, the strange white realm.

But those memories felt distant, like a dream fading after waking.

“…My name is Ren.”

His voice was quiet.

“But… I don’t remember anything else.”

Terry sighed softly.

“I was afraid of that.”

He pulled a small wooden stool closer and sat beside the bed.

“Let me explain what happened.”

Ren listened silently.

“A few days ago, one of our tribe’s gatherers was returning from the forest after collecting fruit,” Terry began.

“He passed by the great ancient tree near the northern river.”

Ren frowned slightly.

Terry continued.

“That’s where he found you.”

“Unconscious.”

Ren blinked.

“…Me?”

Terry nodded.

“You were lying at the base of the tree.”

He paused, glancing briefly toward Ren’s body.

“Your belly was… extremely large.”

Ren stiffened.

“The gatherer assumed you were in labor and fainted from the pain.”

“So he carried you back to the tribe as fast as he could.”

Terry’s tone softened.

“When you arrived here, you were barely breathing.”

“I had to work all night to keep you alive.”

Ren stared at him, still trying to understand.

Then Terry added the final piece.

“And while you were unconscious…”

“You gave birth.”

The words felt unreal.

“…What?”

Terry stood and walked to a small woven basket beside the bed.

Inside, wrapped in soft fur blankets, was a tiny sleeping baby.

Two small fox ears twitched gently on top of the child’s head.

Terry smiled faintly.

“You have a healthy child.”

“He’s an omega, just like you.”

Ren’s mind went completely blank.

Omega?

Child?

Me?

And just as his thoughts began spinning—

A familiar mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside his mind.

Ding.

Fertility and Prosperity System initializing…

Ren froze.

…System?

The voice continued calmly.

Host confirmed: Ren.

Mission: Ensure the survival and prosperity of the Beast Tribe.

Ren stared at the tiny baby sleeping peacefully in the basket.

Then at the primitive hut around him.

Then at Terry.

A single thought echoed through his mind.

What kind of world did I just wake up in…?

TO BE CONTINUED

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The hut was quiet after Terry left.

Only the soft crackling of the fire and faint sounds of the village outside remained.

Ren lay on the layer of leaf mat, staring blankly at the makeshift patched up wooden ceiling.

His mind still struggled to process everything.

I gave birth…

Even thinking the words felt unreal.

Just days ago—at least from his memory—he had been Milo, a scientist living in a modern city.

Now he was lying inside a primitive hut with fox ears on his head.

And apparently…

He had a child.

Ren slowly turned his head toward the woven basket beside the bed.

Inside, wrapped carefully in soft fur blankets, the baby slept peacefully.

Tiny fox ears twitched slightly on the top of the child’s head.

A small silver tail peeked out from the blanket.

Ren hesitated.

Then slowly reached out.

His finger gently touched the baby’s tiny hand.

Immediately, the baby’s small fingers curled around it.

Ren froze.

The grip was weak, barely stronger than a feather…

Yet something inside his chest tightened.

A strange warmth spread through him.

Protective.

Gentle.

Instinctive.

“…You’re really mine?” Ren whispered softly.

The baby made a small sleepy sound.

Ren sighed quietly.

“…I guess we’re both confused about this.”

Just as he was about to pull his hand away—

Ding.

A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Ren’s eyes widened.

That voice…

A glowing panel appeared in front of him.

Floating in the air.

Transparent, yet perfectly visible.

---

Fertility and Prosperity System

Host: Ren

Secondary Gender: Omega

Beast Form: Silver Fox

Health: Weak (Post-childbirth)

Tribe Affiliation: Unknown

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Ren stared at it.

“…So it’s real.”

The system voice spoke again.

System initialization complete.

Mission: Ensure the survival and prosperity of the host’s tribe.

More text appeared.

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Beginner Quest

Survive the first 3 days after childbirth.

Requirements:

Maintain stable health

Feed the newborn

Reward:

50 System Points

Nutrient Recovery Medicine

Failure:

Host health deterioration

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Ren blinked slowly.

“…You’re giving quests now?”

The system didn’t answer.

Another panel appeared.

---

New Objective

Increase tribe prosperity.

Methods may include:

Improving food supply

Increasing population

Discovering ancient knowledge

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Ren exhaled slowly.

“So the god wasn’t lying…”

He looked down at the sleeping baby again.

The tiny fox ears twitched slightly.

“…Looks like we’re stuck here together.”

The baby’s grip on his finger tightened slightly, as if responding.

Ren gave a small tired smile.

Then the system voice spoke again.

WARNING

Host health is currently unstable.

Recommendation: Rest immediately.

Ren chuckled weakly.

“…Yeah… I was planning to.”

His eyelids slowly grew heavy again.

The baby continued sleeping peacefully beside him.

Carefully, he adjusted the fur blanket around the baby’s small body.

The little fox let out a quiet sleepy sound before settling down again.

Watching the tiny rise and fall of the baby’s chest, Ren finally allowed his tense mind to relax.

For now…

He decided not to think about systems, gods, or strange new worlds.

Right now, all he needed was rest.

And slowly, exhaustion pulled him back into sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED

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