In a primeval forest, a heart-pounding chase unfolded. The contestants? Human teen Tran and the beastkin's former apex predator—a Tyrannosaurus rex.

"Holy crap, how is this thing so fast?!" Tran sprinted at an impossible speed. Ever since he unleashed that gray whirlwind, he'd gained some control over the gray energy. He discovered it could reshape freely, and when fused with his body, it amplified his physical abilities.

So Tran channeled all the gray substance into his legs, racing like the wind. But the massive T-Rex matched his pace—no, it was even faster. Its enormous size, however, made maneuvering through dense trees difficult. It crashed through trunks as it pursued him.

Tran's scrawny frame wasn't enough to fill its teeth. Why was this T-Rex so obsessed?

Of course, cloning had been banned by the year 3300. The presence of such an ancient creature here was deeply unsettling.

From the air earlier, Tran had seen the island's layout: circular, surrounded by endless ocean. He had no clue which sea this was. Mountains clustered toward the center. Tran bolted toward the central peaks—climbing high might shake off his pursuer.

Thankfully, the gray energy seemed inexhaustible. Tran felt no fatigue. Along the way, he dodged other dinosaurs: Triceratops, Stegosaurus, and Pterodactyls soaring overhead. It was like a miniature Jurassic Park. They kept their distance, wary of the T-Rex's frenzy, but their gazes lingered on Tran with hungry intent.

Finally, Tran reached the base of a low mountain and scrambled up its slope.

The T-Rex wasn't so agile. Despite its size, it remained bound by its biology. Its tiny arms scrabbled uselessly against the cliff face. It could only stare up, helpless, as Tran climbed to safety.

"Phew. Finally lost that idiot," Tran sighed, continuing upward. The mountain wasn't too tall, and halfway up, a flat ledge offered a resting spot. He ducked under some trees to catch his breath. Dusk was falling; only a sliver of sun remained. All he could do was rest. In this unfamiliar land, nocturnal dinosaurs roamed. If spotted now, he might truly meet his end.

Besides, several Pterodactyls had attacked him during his run. What was the point? His meager flesh wasn't worth fighting over.

This island was unnatural. Someone must be controlling it. Tran needed to find the organization behind this—to contact the outside world for rescue. He doubted Long Yi even knew where he'd vanished.

As these thoughts swirled, hunger gnawed at his stomach. Nothing edible was around—just leaves and grass. He couldn't exactly chew those to fill up.

"Ugh... if only I hadn't agreed to attend that school. None of this would've happened," Tran grumbled, lying down. "Might as well sleep. Dreams have everything."

He survived the night, waking naturally the next morning. Stretching comfortably, he counted himself lucky—no prehistoric predator had devoured him.

"No way I'm going back down. Any research facility would be built in a secure spot—probably these higher mountains. Guess I keep climbing," he decided, resuming his ascent.

But a bigger problem hit him: he hadn't eaten in over ten hours.

His stomach growled loudly. The boundless energy he'd felt earlier faded into weakness. Man truly couldn't go without food.

Just as despair set in, hope appeared. A few meters higher, he spotted a nest built into the cliffside. Judging by yesterday's encounters, it belonged to Pterodactyls.

"Heh heh. Today's protein sorted!" Tran grinned at the nest. Yesterday, they'd wanted to eat him. Now karma had arrived.

Using the gray energy, he crept over silently. A pungent stench hit him immediately—these Pterodactyls clearly didn't clean their home.

To his delight, the nest held two eggs, each about forty centimeters long. His meals for the day were secured.

He stripped off his pants, leaving only his underwear. No one was watching—why not be a little wild?

He tied the smaller egg to his back with his pants, leaving one behind. He had morals, after all. Always leave some for the future; no need to wipe out their lineage.

Done, he vanished swiftly, praying no returning Pterodactyl spotted him.

Twenty minutes later, at the mountain's peak...

"This tastes amazing! Worth hauling you up hundreds of meters," Tran muttered. He'd found a small cave—likely natural or an old burrow. It was clean enough for a temporary hideout. He gathered dry grass, propped the egg on sticks for support and fuel, and cooked it over a fire. Ten minutes later, he cracked the top open. The inside had set into a semi-solid. Using a shell shard as a spoon, he devoured it.

"So good!" Full and content, Tran sipped morning dew. Life felt sweet.

"SCREECH!" A furious roar echoed outside. After fifteen years as a human, Tran recognized it instantly—some dragon had discovered its stolen offspring.

"Time to run again. But after eating, my Superpower feels smoother. Must be the full stomach," he thought, creeping out of the cave. He headed for the highest peak in sight. Even if he couldn't find the mysterious organization, he might spot useful resources on the island.

At that same moment, a tribe elsewhere on the island convened an emergency meeting.

"Chief, I've recalled all hunters from the fields!" A bronze-skinned man reported to a frail elder.

"Good! Gather the tribe for council! Atai, carry me to the head seat. Lia, summon all recognized warriors to the meeting hall!"

"Yes!" Besides Atai, a girl around fourteen years old obeyed. Unlike the others who resembled primitives, Lia had fair skin. Her pure, flawless face seemed like a spirit of nature.

"Is the calamity beginning?" Lia wondered, spreading the word across the village.

Soon, twenty-odd tribespeople crowded the hall.

The elder addressed them: "Brave warriors of our tribe—you witnessed yesterday's whirlwinds, didn't you?"

"Yes! Two of them. Today, every creature on the island is restless!" voices called back.

The elder scanned the room gravely. "This... is the omen of disaster."