I Livestreamed from the Cretaceous, and a Tyrannosaurus Calls Me Little One

[No Romance + Dinosaur Hatchlings Dote on Her + Sichuan Dialect Comedy + Livestream Tips for Supplies]

Shen Luming, a doctoral student in paleontology, transmigrates to the late Cretaceous as the only naked human standing in the open.

Before her is a nest of freshly hatched Tyrannosaurus rex hatchlings.

Behind her is an adult T. rex twelve meters long, lowering its head to sniff the back of her head.

System alert: [The Host has been classified as “a hatchling from the same nest” by the leader of the T. rex pack. Identity tag acquired: unofficial youngest cub.]

Even more absurdly, the first words out of the dinosaur hatchlings’ mouths are spoken in pure Sichuan dialect: “Mom! The little one’s picking at its shell again!”

Meanwhile, the System links her to a livestream, broadcasting her daily struggle to survive in the Cretaceous to the modern internet.

By day, Shen Luming raises the hatchlings and builds up their home: putting up shelters, digging irrigation channels, and domesticating plants.

At night, she livestreams for tips and trades them for modern supplies air-dropped into the Cretaceous.

The dinosaur hatchlings compete to bring her prey: “We caught a Spinosaurus today! Will it last us three days?”

The adult T. rex squats behind her as a living armchair, rhythmically slapping the ground with its tail to chase away mosquitoes.

Pterosaurs form up on their own to shade her little wooden cabin.

Viewers around the world: What is this woman made of? Even dinosaurs work like beasts of burden for her?

Exhausted, Shen Luming keeps up her streaming persona: “I really just want to survive and get home. Please stop donating meteorite models to scare my T. rex babies!”