A sharp, throbbing pain at the back of his skull was the first thing Ryker Vance felt. His heart hammered against his ribs, pumping hot blood straight to his temples. Opening his heavy eyelids felt like lifting lead. His vision was a blur, barely catching the dense green canopy and streaks of sunlight cutting through massive, oversized leaves."Where... am I?" Ryker muttered, his voice raspy and dry as dust.He tried to sit up, his hands brushing the ground beneath him. Instead of his apartment's cold hardwood floor or the hard city asphalt, his fingers sank into thick moss, damp soil, and massive fallen leaves—some larger than his entire torso. The heavy scent of rich earth, a faint trace of blood, and the pungent aroma of wild flora hit his nose all at once.Before panic could set in, a cold, clear, mechanical voice echoed directly inside his head.[Primal World System Initializing...][Host Soul Synchronization: Ryker Vance — 100% Successful.][Location Info:] You are currently in

The cave felt increasingly cramped as the temperature inside rose. The intoxicating, sweet scent radiating from Cora's skin had taken over every square inch of the space. Ryker Vance felt his chest rising and falling in rapid successions. Every time he took a breath, it felt like pouring gasoline onto a fire already raging deep in his gut.Across the campfire, Cora was growing restless. The wolf-girl nervously tugged at the leather loincloth covering her soft thighs, while her silver tail flicked anxiously against the dirt floor, radiating absolute vulnerability.[Ding! Emergency System Quest Available!][Main Mission: Mate with the Female Wolf (Cora) immediately!][Time Limit: 30 Minutes. Failure to comply will trigger a feromone backlash, permanently damaging the Host's reproductive meridian.]Ryker snapped out of it. The heat scorching his body was instantly cut by a wave of pure annoyance.'What the hell do you take me for, dropping me here and telling me to just jump her?!' Ryker

Before accepting the system's offer, Ryker let a heavy, tense silence hang in the air. He lowered his hand slowly, keeping his cold gaze locked onto the Orc leader's face. The physical boost from the system hadn't just altered his muscles; it emanated an oppressive pressure that made the primitive creatures in front of him feel suffocated.The three Orcs trembled in fear. The leader didn't even dare wipe away the blood streaming from his broken nose. They knew this strange male standing before them could crush their heads in an instant if he wanted to."Alright, I'll spare you this time," Ryker finally said, breaking the tension. "But in exchange, I have a task for you.""W-What is it, Master?" the Orc leader asked, his voice shaking, a small glimmer of hope in his yellow eyes. "We'll do anything, just let us live!"Ryker smiled faintly. Mentally, he commanded the system to deduct 100 points and purchase three 'Primal Soul Control Marks.' Unbeknownst to the three Orcs, three invisible

The days passed quickly in the primal forest. Thanks to the hard work of his three Orc servants, the area around the cave had been transformed into a neat, secure little defensive camp, complete with a sturdy wooden fence. However, Ryker's focus wasn't on camp construction at all. His mind was entirely occupied by the upcoming full moon.That afternoon, the clouds began to clear, revealing the faint silhouette of a nearly perfect full moon on the eastern horizon. Ryker stood in the middle of the camp, slinging a leather bag containing minimal provisions over his shoulder. In front of him, the three Orc servants stood lined up with their heads bowed submissively, waiting for their master's orders."I'm leaving tonight," Ryker said, breaking the afternoon silence. "You three, don't stir up trouble or slack off while I'm gone. Maintain the perimeter and keep this place secure."The Orc leader, Gorg, scratched his bald head in confusion. "Where are you going, Master? Why leave at night? T

"Just kill me! Why aren't you killing me?!" Kael roared from the stone floor of the arena. His breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, heavy with shock. His fierce face was drenched in cold sweat as he stared up at Ryker's two fingertips, still hovering a single millimeter above his left ribs. For a royal apex predator, being left helpless like this was far more humiliating than death.Ryker calmly drew his hand back and stood up straight, looking down at Kael with a flat, unbothered expression. "I only came here to take my female back. I have no interest in taking your life unless I have to."Up in the stone stands, the atmosphere froze. A massive, middle-aged male with thick golden fur—Goran, King of the Golden Wolf Tribe and Kael's father—stood up from his seat of honor, his eyes wide with disbelief. Beside him, Chief Garn was completely paralyzed, the stone cup in his hand nearly slipping from his grip. His son, the pureblood prodigy presumed to be invincible, had just been brought d