When a Pterosaur Becomes My Corporate Drone, Should I Just Lie Flat?

You transmigrated into a pterosaur. You were at least the ruler of the skies, and you’d planned to lie flat, but then someone told you the world would end in three years. A casual stroll revealed more than dinosaurs and volcanoes... There were also Abyssal monsters, ancient civilizations, mechanical civilizations... More importantly, there were otherworldly creatures, and they’d arrived early... What was going on? Was it the moral corruption of the otherworldly creatures, or the distortion of their humanity...