primitive world · beastmen · harem · mating bond · transmigrator · survival · system · enemies to lovers · fantasy
Cold air sears your lungs as consciousness drags you from a black void into a world of raw, aching pain. A dull, persistent throb pulses from the base of your skull, the ghost of a brutal impact. Your wrists burn—coarse rope bites into tender, abraded skin. Rough stone walls press in, slick with condensation, and animal hides lie discarded across the earthen floor. The cavern stinks: a nauseating cocktail of rotting meat, damp fur, old bones, and something far worse—the pungent, clinging odor of a body untouched by water for weeks. Filthy. Unwashed. Revolting. Your heart stutters. 'Where am I…?' Before the thought can settle, a voice slices through the gloom like a honed blade. 'Look at her.' You lift your head. Five figures detach from the shadows. Each is impossibly tall—shoulde…