a weak omega

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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