Falling: How to Survive as a Cannon Fodder

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A/N: This is the official welcome to the smut—I mean, beastmen—arc! Special thanks to my friend Jeannette for betaing this smutty arc lol. Seriously. Also, major thanks to my readers who favorite, vote, and/or comment! Means a lot to me! 🤗

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In the forest, the sun was still blazing blindingly bright, the trees were still very tall and full of green and the sounds of many creatures were still very loud. Jun was still lying on the ground, very much alive, but lost in his thoughts. Having no memories of this world and waking up in some random forest, he was completely lost. Where should he go?

As for the remainder of the plot, as long as he avoided the protagonist and didn't try to reunite with his tribe, he was presumably safe from any suffering they could cause. Now he just had to deal with the suffering of this world, though he had yet to see in what way it would appear.

This was when the ground started to shake. At first, he thought it was his stomach rumbling since Faye had been in the forest for a few hours now without having eaten anything, but that was not the case, as the shaking continued without pause. Jun sat up with much struggle. In the sky, a flock of birds in alarm could be seen fleeing. Small herbivores and even some carnivores were also running at him at their top speeds, none of them bothering to spare him a single glance.

Should he run too? Just as he stood up to join the crowd of running animals, he saw in the distance a dinosaur. Wait, a dinosaur? Not just any dinosaur but a Tyrannosaurus Rex at that? Jun pinched his cheek, hard.

|Isn't this the world of beastmen, System? What is a T Rex doing here?|

|Host, that's not a T Rex, it's a King colossal.|

|A what now? That's clearly a T Rex.|

|Well, this world classifies it as a King colossal.|

|Why the fuck not just call it what it is?|

|In any case, you really should start running Host. Though you won't die from this, you might suffer greatly!|

|I'm already suffering—|

Waking up to a throbbing headache and some major neck pain, now he had to run away. Good thing Jun was an expert in running away, having two worlds' worth of experience. But the plot was persistent and instead of going after bigger, more meaty prey, the T Rex was fixated on chasing him and only him. It made no sense! Why was the T Rex choosing a cheap snack over a full course meal!?

|Run, Host, run!|

Motherfucker, he was running and had been doing so for many minutes now. His ribs ached and he was panting heavily, stumbling a little along the way while barefooted. The air rushing between his thighs was a strange feeling and he kept wanting to clench his legs. Most importantly, this body was awfully weak, or was it because he was a "female?"

|It can't be that I can also have children?|

|Who knows, Host? You're one of a kind in this world.|

|...|

|You sure like to "..." a lot, Host.|

|...|

Behind Jun, the T Rex was still giving chase, still ignoring the many other better prey in its sight. He guessed he must have looked particularly delicious or was maybe considered a rare delicacy. No, he just had a giant target on his head that screamed: abuse me, torment me, I need to suffer.

When he reached a cliff, Jun looked down to judge the fall, thought 'fuck it' and jumped. The world wouldn't let him die yet, so at the most, he'd have some broken bones. It was better than losing some limbs from being gnawed at.