The forgotten age of human civilization, the era that produced daredevils - the First Era of the mightiest monster hunters that dares to play with their lives against gargantuan monstrosities, complete maniacs that don't fear anything but the cold and the impossible.

I, Devian Portland, a sacrifi- I mean, a paid volunteer, an ordinary man who works as a pamphlet distributor, was chosen from the New Mars to travel back into the time by testing the latest Machine that Humanity developed.

The Gates of Abra. A highly secretive time machine prototype that allows one to disrupt timelines by traveling into the past. And by testing, if it's stable for use, I was chosen as a guinea pig and time-travel back to the stone age, 

to the age where my death is guaranteed. Since I was born without parents and no one especially cared for me.

Hmpf-! Such drama is for the weak.

That is fine, lonely or not, at the very least, I enjoyed the world, right?! I had friends, experienced the Game mart, and loved someone. And I'd hoped to not suffer any longer from trying to survive in that cruel world, even if it means to get eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex!

... It was supposed to be like that.

But how come.

"Six... Meters? No, maybe ten?"

There're dragons?

*ROOOOAR!!!*

These are not velociraptors or any dinosaurs known to be causing havoc in the skies, that is sure.

"Sir, you're rude. Your saliva is all over my clothes."

How do I know? I know a little bit of knowledge of my world. Since when did a raptor breathe flames and grew armor-like scales and horns?

"Dos Melocros Norva!"

Never in the history of the world, alright? 

"D-Dear god. You can speak, too."

Oh, and If I am missing out on the most recent archeological discoveries in the Earth. I'd be damned. Maybe one of them is a fire breathing dragon? Perhaps..?

Well, I am certain Dinosaurs don't breathe fire. Unless they're the raptors? You know, the one that goes boom boom and pew pew while on hypersonic?

"Uhh, s-sir, since you speak. Can you tone it down please?"

So how did this happen? 

"H-Hold up. W-Why are you closing in..!?"

*ROOOOOOOOOOAAAAR!!!!*

"Oh my god, that's some nice loud roar. You'd beat Simba anytime brother."

It all happened one hour ago.

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"Okay, sir, breath in and out-! HUFF!" The guy who was fixing my oxygen mask said as he chambered it tight.

"Can you breathe properly?"

"Just so-so." I replied as I took a deep breath.

He then gave a thumbs up towards the viewing deck. "The guy's all clear and ready for portation."

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"Alright, make clear of the Gate of Abra antechamber, we'll begin the initialization briefly." The Operator from the viewing deck said onto the personnel around the shuttle. 

Alright. Today's the day I make the history for myself.

I'll be running past, alright.

"I'm sure we've trained you to handle the spacequakes, Mr. Devian. There is no need to be nervous." The Operator said nonchalantly after seeing my shaking figure.

Spacequakes. The oddity of the wormhole.

I've heard from the people within this bunker that the spacequakes were the ones responsible for turning a person into gelatin.

Though the shuttle's hull of the Gates of Abra will be protecting me from them, I'm not entirely sure I'll manage to stay awake for the whole journey due to the intensity of their magnitude.

... Haaah, I can't tell them that I'm nervous. I have to remain calm and positive for this travel.

This is my only way out of that Phamplet distributor job!

"... I am not." I replied with a smile. "I am just hoping that I won't get to meet a Rex after the portal."

The Operator smiled upon hearing my words. "We kindly do hope too, sir. We wouldn't want the first person to travel back in time die before he comes back, am I not right?"

"At the very least, I agree. But when I do come back, I don't want my bust displayed like Armstrong." I chuckled. "Perhaps a plague would do."

"Right. Your pulse indicates that you're ready for the travel. But for the best of the results, we'll have you sleep throughout the traveling phase." 

"We hope that you last enough days for your return warp. The firearms we've given to you should last long enough for the three weeks delay."

"I hope so." I gave out a dry laugh as I watch myself dragged inside the shuttle. Seeing my entire person calm and quiet, the Operator soon spoke on the mic.

"We're initializing the launch sequence in 5 seconds-"

"Wait!" 

I shouted. Stopping the initialization and aggravating all of the attention in the room.

"Mr. Devian, what is the reason of your unnecessary behavior?" The Operator said in a displeasing tone. "We're about to initiate the launch, if you're troubled about something, please hurry up and tell us what you need!"

I nodded and pointed to the storage compartment of the shuttle. "Is it full of Twinkles and Cola?"

"..."

Silence fell into both the Operators and the soldiers in the room, seemingly annoyed by my odd request. 

I guess it is up to me to break the silence?

"I'm not going anywhere without my twinkles and cola-"

"We cannot put Cola. We've put other things that you might need such as, ammunitions and portable camp kit, so there is not much room left. And didn't we told you that pressurized necessities would explode inside the wormhole?" The Operator said abruptly with a displeasing tone. "Please tell us what you need so we can resume the initialization."

"How about Mountain Juice?"

"Sir, we've already told you that you cannot take pressurized necessities."

"Dr.Pops?"

"Please choose another."

"How about Branch Beer?"

"Do I have to go through my words again?"

"Uhh, how about Pocawi?"

"Mr. Devian, we've told you numerous times that you cannot bring any pressurized necessities into the wormhole drive! If it explodes, who would bring you back to this timeline!? Not to mention the chances of it affecting you!" The Operator shouted angrily. "Please understand that we're doing this for your safety!"

"... Oh. Okay. I'm sorry." I subconsciously said.

"Right... I suppose you don't need anything else other than additional FTTB* bottles of water?" 

"Hmm. Can I have a pack of Twinkles?"

"Sir-..." The Operator sighed in disbelief. "Alright, ignore him. Orders are orders, initialize the launch sequence."

"Yes, ma'am!"

The sound of the shuttle's jet thrusters resounded as I stared hopelessly.

"This is cruel. You're going to ignore a dying man's wish!?"

"Hey! I said I am not leaving without my Twinkles!" I shouted angrily as I forced myself free from the shuttle's safety belts. "I need just one Twinkles!"

"Please!!!"

"Gates of Abra opening in a count of 5."

"Damn, if I can't have Twinkles. Can I have a box of doughnuts instead?!"

"4..."

"Seriously? Not even a box of doughnuts would do?"

"3..."

"Are you kidding me!? How about Sneakers? They're important!"

"2..."

"Really? No response? Absolutely, unbelievable!"

"1..."

"You guys are a load of scums."

The sound of mechanical pistons at work resounded loudly into my ears as it formed a portal-like frame, a few kilometers from me. Then within the frame appeared a fantasy-like blackhole.

"Launch Drive initialized, activating Shuttle thrusters! Have a safe trip, Mr. Devian. We're expecting for your return." The Operator waved as she watched me zoom into the portal.

WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!!! 

"Wa- Wait. My damned sneakers-"

 BOOOM! The sound of the shuttle entering hypersonic resounded through the chamber, I was left clattering with my teeth as I enjoyed the thrilling ride.

"OH, DEAR GOD!"

"THIS IS NOWHERE NEAR THE SIMULATION!!!!!" I clenched my teeth as I enter an unknown realm full of mesmerizing patterns. The pressure was high, my ears deafened, and everything was shaking. 

The reinforced hull was creaking loudly as if, it'll get crushed by the pressure at any moment now.

"I SWEAR I'LL HAVE MY DOUGHNUTS WHEN I COME BACK!"

My consciousness slowly fades upon the injection of some sort of anesthesia in my arm. The sounds of spacequakes hitting the hull of the shuttle quieted every second.

Everything was black.

It was peaceful and aught of comfort. No shaking, no feeling of being washed inside a washing machine, until then, I was asleep.

I didn't realize that dreams could turn out to be real. But I kept my mouth shut and forget all of that dream.

"Save me."

It was an odd dream about a woman appearing before me, standing eerie still in the void.

"Save me..."

She called. I was about to say something but I couldn't. Perhaps it's because it is a dream that I couldn't?

She called again.

"Save me, a person from other-world. Free me from my curse!!"

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BOOOM!!!

My entire person suddenly awakened. The ears that were blocked by the pressure was ringing loudly. 

My sights were warmly welcomed by explosions and earthquakes.

Everything was exploding except for the cockpit that held me apart from the danger.

I don't know what's happening but surely, this is a work of witchcraft. Perhaps an unrecorded mysteries of the Stone age?

When did dinosaurs learn to handle explosives? Never!

That is the only answer - the early humans knew witchcraft!

But my argument was debunked when I saw the creeping massive crimson eye beyond the windshield.

It was a reptilian eye... 

"Six... Meters? No, maybe ten?" I calculated as I looked intently into its eye. It was massive to the point I couldn't even see the head.

The eye's pupils shrank upon noticing my movements.

And at that moment,

I knew.

I fucked up.

You're not supposed to move any muscles when confronted by a Rex!!!!