In the year 4365, Cyborg Type V, Number 666, is born in the humanoid breeding facility on the 28th underground floor of Kaitian Genetics. Influenced by her “caretaker,” she spends her days hoping to reach her service limit as soon as possible, then retire with the “caretaker” to buy a plot of land on a frontier planet, build a house, farm, and live out her days until she breaks down.
But before she can even leave the factory and start work, an explosion caused by a powerful earthquake unexpectedly transmigrates Number 666 to a mysterious world.
“Wow, a tree fern!” A plant confirmed extinct since 2680.
“Whoa, a ginkgo!” Another ancient tree species that exists only in electronic encyclopedias.
“Hey, a dragonfly!” Wait, did the encyclopedia say they could grow to two meters long?
“Hey! Aaaaaaaah...”
Number 666 struggles out of a frog’s mouth and wipes the slime off herself in disgust. Where on earth has she ended up?
Having never set foot on the surface, Number 666 knows the world only through the data chip stored in her brain, and it doesn’t contain everything about prehistoric times.
When Blue Star was destroyed, the researchers who fled aboard the ark in a panic accidentally lost the prehistoric database. As a result, research into Blue Star’s ancient life came to an abrupt halt.
“Ding... Welcome, Explorer 666, to your workspace. This is your work-assistance System, Princeton.”
“You have entered a suitable exploration environment. Please put on your external protective equipment and begin your survey. Princeton will accompany you throughout your work.”
“Known plant discovered: ginkgo. Please collect a sample of this plant’s genes!”
“Known animal discovered... Discovered... Known... Database matching error! Please collect another gene sample!”
“Please collect another gene sample!”
“Please collect ano... Beep beep...”
Number 666 taps the external work device on her wrist, now completely black, and shrugs. Now that she’s transmigrated, why should she still work?
She might as well retire and start a farming life! It’s a shame her “caretaker” isn’t here, but Number 666 doesn’t mind. She can manage on her own!
But building a house in this world isn’t easy. Why is there always a giant bird with a crest on its head eyeing her roof?
Pterosaur: You built your nest on top of mine, so now I can’t find a mate! What’s wrong with getting back at you a little?!
Reader’s guide:
1. Shapeshifting pterosaur male lead × humanoid Number 666 female lead
2. Both leads are nonhuman
3. Set in a fantastical dinosaur age
Theme: Survival is written into our genes
