Garnt

A merciless and unforgiving world where a common cold could kill you, a world where survival of the fittest applied— A world where humans aren't at the top of the food chain. A world where the roar of predators echoes through the wilderness, and the threat of being hunted lingers around every corner. A world where the natural elements are both beautiful and deadly, with raging storms and scorching heat waves that can wipe out entire communities. Every day is a battle for survival, with individuals and groups fighting tooth and nail to secure food, shelter, and water. The weak and vulnerable are often left behind, their fate sealed by the brutal law of the jungle. And in this same age, same jungle there was a young boy, whose fate changed when he heard an unknown voice in his head. Garnt woke up feeling a little better after he was on the verge of death because of a single wound he suffered from hunting, and the first thing he noticed was that everything around him looked foreign to him, even though the cave he was lying in was supposed to be his home. While he was unconscious from the injuries, Garnt saw several things he couldn't even understand. He saw people using brick-like equipment to communicate with each other and flying monsters that happily served humans by taking them inside their bodies. A bizarre world where everyone covered their bodies. He saw giant structures that stood even taller than the largest caves he had seen and suddenly a voice questioned his mind about what he witnessed. [Why do these waters look muddy? Why don't you filter them?] What are you talking about? This is how they are supposed to look.  [Why are these weapons so blunt?] They are sharp enough for me. [Where are your clothes, Don't you get cold?] What are clothes, I don't know. [Why do men and women look like they don't feel anything while having sex? Wasn't it supposed to be romantic and sensual?] What do you mean? It is just an activity for procreation. After witnessing such a world, Garnt felt like they were missing something important. His current status looked like a living hell when he compared it with the vision he had. But was that vision real? Does something like that really exist? [Yes, it exists. Do you want to see that world? I will help you, but in exchange, you should make my dream come true.] ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR) —This story doesn't follow the real evolution process from the Pre-historic period and there are some added fantasy elements since this is a work of fiction. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr

[Game loading] [System loading] *Files missing* [Main character missing] "I'm right here," Stephen muttered. Sleep-deprived and driven, Stephen Garnt immersed himself in the game for a continuous week. Having accomplished all the feats within the visual novel, he passed away, only to later realize that he had been reincarnated as the protagonist within that very world. This situation seemed manageable. He knew the game inside out. "Get out of my sight, pervert!" The fiery red-haired tsundere, who never previously uttered this line, delivered a sharp slap across his face. It was a new game plus, which meant he needed to complete the entire game anew, rather than simply reenacting his past actions. It was a challenge he believed he could conquer. "If you fail to complete a route for a heroine within a hundred days... you die," the system's voice oozed sarcasm, tinged with a hint of laughter. "Of course I do!" Stephen exclaimed. Join Stephen Garnt on his quest to navigate the routes of all fifteen heroines presented in the game, all the while tackling the intricate task of overseeing the kingdom's political state. Though, shall we say, he takes a rather unconventional approach... *ahem* establishing a certain establishment *ahem*.