Multiverse Chronicles: From Dinosaurs To Heroes And Beyond

(Ethan's POV)

I didn't sleep. I couldn't.

The sun was sinking behind the jungle canopy, painting the sky in streaks of crimson. The jungle came alive with sounds—chirps, growls, rustling leaves. Every noise made my heart race.

I needed shelter. Somewhere to hide. Somewhere the predators couldn't reach me.

But where?

The system didn't bother to offer me a choice this time. No rewards, no tools, just silence. I was on my own, and the realization sank in like a lead weight.

"Alright, think," I muttered, my voice barely audible over the chorus of insects and distant roars. "High ground. I need high ground."

I scanned the area and spotted a large tree with thick branches and plenty of cover. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.

Climbing it was easier said than done. My muscles burned, my hands scraped against rough bark, and my legs trembled with exhaustion. But eventually, I perched myself on a wide branch, wrapping my belt around it to secure myself.

(3rd Person POV)

The jungle below teemed with life—and death. Raptors prowled the forest floor, their sharp claws clicking against the ground as they sniffed for prey. Pteranodons circled above, their shadows casting ominous shapes against the trees.

Ethan's perch was high enough to keep him safe for the moment, but in this world, safety was fleeting.

As the night deepened, his mind raced. He thought about his old life—his motorcycle, his small apartment, the survival manuals he read obsessively. None of it had prepared him for this.

Ethan's Perspective

The system flashed in the corner of my vision.

[Survival Tip: Shelters should offer concealment and protection from predators.]

"Yeah, no kidding," I muttered, my voice dry. I wanted to scream at it, but what was the point?

The realization hit me like a slap to the face. This wasn't just some bad dream. I was here, stuck in a world that didn't care if I lived or died.

And the worst part? I wasn't even sure if I wanted to survive.

I leaned back against the tree trunk, staring at the alien sky above me. Stars glittered faintly between the gaps in the canopy, a stark reminder of how far I was from home.

I couldn't let despair win. Not yet.

"Tomorrow," I whispered to myself. "Tomorrow, I'll figure out what to do."

But even as I said it, I wasn't sure if I believed it.

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(3rd Person POV)

Far away, near what was once the bustling docks of Edward town, a sleek black transport ship cut through the dense foliage and debris, its engines humming softly.

Regina leaned against the railing, her sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Beside her, Dylan adjusted his gear, his face grim.

"This is worse than we thought," Dylan muttered, nodding toward the devastation below. Buildings had been overtaken by vines, their skeletons hollowed out by time and predation. Corpses—some human, some dinosaur—were scattered across the landscape.

Regina didn't reply. She didn't have to. The mission was clear: find survivors and retrieve any information about the Third Energy disaster.

But as the ship approached the shoreline, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were already too late.