《Superian》


 Awakening

    A sharp breath escaped his lips as his eyes opened to an endless canopy of green. Towering trees stretched high above, their branches intertwined like the veins of a giant. Shafts of sunlight pierced through the dense foliage, painting patches of gold on the forest floor. The air was warm but rich every breath filled his lungs with a vitality he couldn''t explain.


    He lay motionless for a moment, the soft ground cushioning his back. The sounds of the jungle filled the air: the chirping of unseen birds, the rustling of leaves, the occasional snap of a twig. Slowly, he sat up, his fingers brushing against the moss beneath him. His body felt... strange. Strong. His skin was smooth, unmarred, and as his gaze drifted down, he noticed how sculpted his muscles appeared, as if carved by an artist''s hand.


    No clothes.


    The realization struck him, but oddly, it didn''t stir panic. He placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He wasn''t cold, nor was he afraid. His mind, however, was blank. No name. No memories. Nothing.


    "Where... am I?" he murmured, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar to his own ears.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    He pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly as he adjusted to the sensation of standing. The grass beneath his bare feet was soft and cool, and the sunlight ahead beckoned him like a distant promise. He started walking, his steps hesitant at first but growing steadier with each stride.


    The jungle was alive around him, yet he couldn''t shake the feeling that he was being watched. Not by eyes, but by the very environment itself. The trees seemed to lean closer, their leaves whispering secrets he couldn''t decipher.


    As he moved, the air grew lighter, and the sunlight became brighter. He reached a small clearing, where the trees gave way to an open sky. The light bathed him in warmth, and for the first time, he paused to truly take in his surroundings.


    It was beautiful. Untouched. A world that felt ancient, yet alive in a way he couldn''t describe.


    He crouched, running his fingers through the blades of grass, trying to ground himself in this reality. But questions pressed at the edges of his mind. Where was he? How did he get here? And why was he so calm when the answers eluded him?


    A sound broke through the stillness a low hum, faint but insistent, coming from deeper in the jungle. He turned his head toward it, his muscles tensing instinctively. For the first time, he felt a spark of unease, though it was tempered by a strange certainty in his own strength.


    The hum grew louder, resonating in his chest. His curiosity overpowered his hesitation, and he took a step toward the sound, then another. Each movement felt natural, as if his body knew what to do even if his mind didn''t.


    And as he pushed past the towering trees, the jungle opened into another clearing. This time, it wasn''t the light that greeted him but something else entirely.


    Something unnatural.

 The First Steps

    The hum faded as quickly as it had come. He paused, listening intently, his ears straining for any sign of danger. But the jungle was quiet again, save for the rustling leaves and the faint chirps of unseen creatures. For a moment, he remained still, scanning the shadows between the trees. Nothing moved.


    A false call, he thought, exhaling slowly.


    The calm returned, washing over him like a soothing tide. Whatever had caused the sound was gone¡ªor perhaps it had never been there at all. The jungle, alive and vibrant, seemed indifferent to his presence.


    He pressed on, his bare feet sinking slightly into the mossy ground. His body moved with an ease he hadn''t expected, as if every muscle and joint had been fine-tuned for this environment. He didn''t stumble, nor did he hesitate. His movements were fluid, almost instinctive.


    The air remained thick with the earthy scent of the jungle, and the sunlight filtering through the canopy above seemed to beckon him forward. He followed its pull, driven by an unspoken need to see what lay beyond the trees.


    Yet, as he walked, a new sensation began to creep in¡ªnot fear, but hunger. His stomach growled, a low and insistent reminder of his mortality. The lush greenery around him seemed endless, but it offered little in the way of sustenance.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    He stopped by a tree with broad, waxy leaves and ran his fingers over the bark. His gaze drifted upward, searching for fruit or anything edible, but found nothing. Hunger gnawed at him again, sharper this time.


    Survival. The word surfaced in his mind like an echo. He didn''t know where he was or why he was here, but one thing was clear: he needed to survive.


    The thought settled in his chest, solid and unshakable. He straightened, glancing around the clearing. A faint trail of trampled grass caught his eye, leading deeper into the jungle. Without hesitation, he followed it, the steady rhythm of his footsteps blending with the sounds of the forest.


    Time seemed to stretch as he walked. The sunlight shifted, casting longer shadows, and the jungle grew denser. His hunger worsened, a persistent ache that clouded his thoughts. Still, his body remained calm, his movements steady.


    Then, a sound.


    It wasn''t the hum from before¡ªthis was different. A rustle, faint but deliberate, came from somewhere to his left. He froze, his heart beating steadily in his chest. His eyes scanned the dense foliage, but he saw nothing.


    The rustling stopped.


    Another false call? He wasn''t sure, but he didn''t linger. He resumed walking, his pace quicker now, his senses sharper. The jungle seemed to close in around him, the towering trees blocking out more of the light.


    As the shadows deepened, he reached a small stream, its clear water bubbling over smooth stones. Relief washed over him, and he crouched by the edge, scooping water into his hands. It was cool and refreshing, easing the dryness in his throat.


    But even as he drank, he couldn''t shake the feeling that he wasn''t alone.


    The rustling returned, louder this time, coming from across the stream. He looked up, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the trees. A shadow shifted, just beyond his line of sight.


    He rose slowly, his muscles coiled like springs. His gaze remained fixed on the spot where he''d seen the movement, but nothing emerged.


    For now, at least.

 Stalked

    The jungle was quiet again, unnervingly so. The distant chirping of insects had faded, replaced by a stillness that pressed against his ears. He stood by the stream, his body tense, his eyes fixed on the shadowy spot across the water.


    Nothing moved.


    His breath remained steady, his heart calm despite the unease creeping into his thoughts. If something was there, it wasn''t making its presence known¡ªnot yet. He took a cautious step back, the cool stream water lapping at his heel, and considered his options.


    Stay and investigate? Or leave before the unknown revealed itself?


    Survival instinct took over. Turning from the stream, he continued his path, letting the rustling grass beneath his feet drown out the unease in his mind. The trees grew thicker, their twisted roots rising like veins above the ground. Shafts of golden light pierced through the canopy, casting the jungle in a surreal glow.


    Yet, even in the beauty, there was a heaviness. A subtle pressure that weighed on his every step, as if the jungle itself was watching him.


    The rustling returned.


    This time, it was closer¡ªtoo close to dismiss. He halted, his head snapping to the side where the sound came from. Dense foliage shifted just a few paces away, the movement deliberate and slow.


    His pulse quickened, though his body betrayed no panic. It wasn''t fear¡ªno, it was something else. A readiness.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    The bushes parted slightly, revealing the glint of amber eyes. They were large and unblinking, locked onto him with predatory focus. His jaw tightened as the creature stepped forward, revealing itself.


    A dinosaur.


    It wasn''t large¡ªnot like the ones he''d later see¡ªbut it was sleek and muscular, its frame built for speed. Its long, curved claws glinted in the filtered sunlight, and its scaled skin rippled with each movement. It looked at him with a cold intelligence, its nostrils flaring as it caught his scent.


    He didn''t move.


    The dinosaur tilted its head, studying him. It took a step closer, its claws clicking against the roots of a tree. Its movements were calculated, each step measured as if testing his reaction.


    Still, he didn''t move.


    The creature let out a low growl, the sound reverberating through the jungle. It crouched slightly, its muscles tensing, and he knew what was coming.


    It lunged.


    But so did he.


    His body reacted on its own, moving faster than he thought possible. He sidestepped the creature''s charge with fluid precision, his feet finding steady purchase on the uneven ground. The dinosaur skidded to a halt, whipping around with a snarl.


    Adrenaline coursed through him, but it wasn''t chaotic. His mind was clear, his movements deliberate. The predator lunged again, and again he dodged, this time grabbing a broken branch from the ground as he moved.


    The creature growled, circling him now, its sharp claws digging into the earth. It was probing, testing his defenses.


    He tightened his grip on the branch, feeling the rough bark bite into his palm. If the creature attacked again, he would be ready.


    But then, something unexpected happened.


    A distant roar echoed through the jungle, deep and resonant. The predator froze, its head snapping toward the sound. Its amber eyes widened, and for the first time, he saw something he hadn''t expected¡ªfear.


    Without hesitation, the creature turned and bolted into the underbrush, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.


    He remained still, his breathing steady, his grip on the branch unyielding. Whatever had scared the predator was still out there, somewhere deeper in the jungle.


    And it was bigger.


    He exhaled slowly, his calm returning. Tossing the branch aside, he turned and continued walking, his senses heightened now. The jungle grew quieter the deeper he went, the shadows lengthening as the sun dipped lower in the sky.


    His stomach growled again, the hunger more insistent now. He glanced around, his thoughts drifting to the dinosaur that had fled. It had been a predator, sure¡ªbut what did herbivores taste like?


    He smirked faintly at the thought and pressed on, his steps purposeful.


    The jungle wasn''t finished with him yet.

 The Grazing Lands

    The jungle opened before him like a curtain parting to reveal a hidden world. He emerged from the thick foliage, his body still as he took in the scene ahead.


    A vast clearing stretched out before him, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The air was alive with movement and sound¡ªnot the subtle rustles of the jungle but the steady rhythm of creatures grazing, walking, and drinking.


    Dinosaurs.


    They were everywhere. Towering herbivores with long necks reached high into the trees, plucking leaves with surprising delicacy. Smaller ones, no taller than his chest, moved in herds, their heads dipping into a nearby stream. Flying creatures with leathery wings glided above, their cries echoing through the clearing.


    It was a sight both surreal and magnificent.


    He stepped closer, his feet silent against the soft earth. None of the creatures noticed him¡ªnot yet. They were too focused on their grazing, their movements deliberate but peaceful.


    His stomach growled again, louder this time, pulling his thoughts back to the gnawing hunger that had been with him since he woke. His eyes drifted to the nearest herbivore, a stout creature with thick, scaly skin and a broad beak. It tore at the grass, oblivious to his presence.


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    What would it taste like? The thought was unbidden, but it lingered. His body was calm, his mind clear, but the primal need for food was undeniable.


    He crouched low, watching the creature. It wasn''t large¡ªnot like the towering ones further away¡ªbut it was big enough to be a challenge. He glanced around, searching for anything he could use as a weapon.


    A stone caught his eye, its edge jagged and sharp. He picked it up, testing its weight in his hand. It wasn''t much, but it would have to do.


    The creature remained unaware of him, its head down as it grazed. He took a step forward, then another, each movement slow and deliberate. The world seemed to narrow, the sounds of the clearing fading as he focused on his target.


    But then, a new sound shattered the calm.


    A deep, guttural growl came from the far side of the clearing. The herbivores froze, their heads snapping up in unison. Even the flying creatures stilled, their cries silenced.


    The predator had arrived.


    He turned toward the sound, his grip tightening on the stone. From the shadows of the trees emerged a massive dinosaur, its sleek, muscular frame built for hunting. Its eyes scanned the clearing, and its jaws parted to release another growl that sent the herbivores into a panic.


    The clearing erupted into chaos.


    The smaller dinosaurs scattered, their hooves thundering against the ground as they fled. The larger ones moved more slowly, their sheer size making escape a challenge. The predator didn''t hesitate, its powerful legs propelling it forward as it zeroed in on its prey.


    He stood frozen, watching the scene unfold. The predator''s speed was breathtaking, its movements precise and efficient. It closed the distance to its target¡ªa young herbivore¡ªwithin seconds, its claws sinking deep into the creature''s flank.


    The herbivore let out a pained cry before collapsing, its body limp. The predator stood over its kill, its jaws tearing into the flesh with savage efficiency.


    And yet, even as the carnage unfolded, he felt no fear.


    The calm within him remained, unshaken by the violence. He turned his gaze back to the scattered herbivores, many of which had fled deeper into the jungle. But a few remained, their fear keeping them rooted in place.


    His hunger flared again, sharper now. The predator''s feast only reminded him of his own need to eat.


    He gripped the stone tightly and stepped forward, his eyes locked on a smaller herbivore that had strayed too far from the others.


    Survival wasn''t a choice. It was a necessity.

 Instincts

    He moved with a grace he didn''t know he possessed, his body silent as he advanced on the grazing creature. The stone in his hand felt almost weightless, as if it were an extension of his arm.


    The herbivore stood still, its broad back turned to him, unaware of the predator in its midst. His heightened senses caught every detail¡ªthe subtle rise and fall of its breathing, the faint tremor in its legs, the earthy scent of its skin.


    He was close now, just a few paces away.


    He raised the stone, ready to strike. But something unexpected happened.


    Time seemed to slow.


    He could see everything with startling clarity: the faint quiver of the herbivore''s muscles, the glint of sunlight on its scales, the ripple of the grass as a breeze passed through. His body moved on instinct, guided by something beyond his understanding.


    The stone came down with precision, striking the creature at the base of its skull. The herbivore collapsed instantly, its body hitting the ground with a dull thud.


    He stared at the fallen creature, his breathing steady, his heart calm. There was no exhilaration, no rush of adrenaline¡ªjust a quiet certainty that he had done what needed to be done


    The jungle was silent again, the other herbivores having fled. Only the predator remained, still tearing into its kill on the far side of the clearing. It paid him no attention, too consumed by its meal to notice him.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    He knelt beside his own kill, his hands moving with practiced efficiency as he inspected the creature. He had no memory of ever hunting before, yet his actions felt natural, almost automatic.


    As he worked, his mind raced with questions. How had he moved so quickly? How had he struck with such precision? And how had he remained so calm, even in the face of danger?


    He shook his head, trying to dismiss the thoughts. Survival came first. He could wrestle with the questions later.


    The scent of blood filled the air as he tore into the meat with his bare hands. It was raw and tough, the taste foreign but strangely satisfying. Each bite seemed to renew his strength, his body absorbing the sustenance with an eagerness he couldn''t explain.


    But as he ate, a new sensation crept over him.


    His senses sharpened even further, the world around him becoming more vivid. He could hear the faint rustling of leaves in the distance, see the minute details in the bark of a nearby tree, feel the subtle vibrations of the ground beneath him.


    And then he realized something else.


    The predator was watching him.


    He looked up slowly, his eyes meeting the piercing gaze of the dinosaur across the clearing. Its meal was forgotten, its blood-stained jaws slightly parted as it studied him.


    For a moment, neither of them moved.


    Then, without warning, the predator snarled and charged.


    His body reacted before his mind could process what was happening. He stood, his feet finding perfect balance as he braced for impact. The predator lunged, its powerful jaws snapping shut just inches from his face.


    He moved with impossible speed, sidestepping the attack and bringing the stone down on the creature''s flank. The predator roared in pain, spinning around to face him again.


    Instinct took over.


    He leapt forward, his movements fluid and precise, his strength far surpassing what he thought possible. His hands gripped the predator''s neck, his muscles straining as he wrestled it to the ground.


    The predator thrashed and snapped, its claws raking against his skin. But he barely felt the pain, his focus unshaken. With a final, powerful twist, he forced the creature''s head to the ground, holding it there until it stopped struggling.


    He released his grip, his chest heaving as he stepped back. The predator lay still, its body limp.


    He stared at his hands, the realization sinking in.


    This wasn''t normal.


    He wasn''t normal.