[Somewhere in the Stone Age, approximately 10,000 BCE, dawn breaking over tribal settlement]
The last thing Marcus Chen remembered was the wet crunch of metal folding around him—his Tesla plowing into the semi at ninety miles per hour on I-5, December 2020, the smell of burnt rubber and Christmas pine air freshener mixing with the copper taste of blood filling his mouth. Then nothing. Then everything.
He opened his eyes to smoke and animal fat and wood ash so thick it coated his tongue. His body felt wrong—smaller, leaner, not the gym-sculpted frame he'd maintained for his tech startup meetings. When he tried to sit up, his hand pressed against packed earth and dried grass, not hospital sheets.
What the fuck.
The voice exploded in his skull like a migraine made of light.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZED]
[WELCOME, REINCARNATED SOUL]
[NEW IDENTITY: KAEL, AGE 16, STONE AGE TRIBAL SETTLEMENT]
Marcus—no, Kael now—jerked upright, his heart slamming against ribs that felt too narrow, too young. The voice wasn't external. It pulsed behind his eyes, sharp and clinical, like an AI assistant stripped of its corporate politeness.
[PRIMARY OBJECTIVE: CONQUER AND CLAIM WOMEN TO GAIN POWER]
[CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 0]
[CURRENT CONQUERED: 0]
[FIRST QUEST AVAILABLE]
The words hung in his vision like a heads-up display, translucent and impossible. Kael pressed his palms against his temples, trying to make sense of it. He'd died. He knew he'd died—felt his spine snap, felt his lungs collapse. And now he was here, wherever here was, in a body that wasn't his, with some fucked-up game system telling him to conquer women like this was a goddamn isekai light novel.
Before he could process further, rough leather scraped aside—a hide door covering the entrance to what he now realized was some kind of primitive hut. A woman ducked inside, and Kael's breath caught.
She was tall for what he assumed was this era—maybe five-foot-six—with skin the color of sun-baked clay and black hair that fell in thick, tangled waves past her shoulders. Her face was angular, sharp cheekbones and a straight nose, full lips currently pressed thin with concern. She wore what looked like deer hide wrapped around her hips and chest, leaving her shoulders and most of her legs bare. Her body was lean and strong, shoulders broad from labor, arms corded with muscle, but her hips flared wide, and her breasts—full and heavy—strained against the hide binding.
"Kael." Her voice was rough, accented in a way that shouldn't make sense but somehow he understood perfectly. She knelt beside him, her hand—calloused and warm—pressing against his forehead. "You fever-dreamed all night. I thought we lost you."
The scent hit him then—woodsmoke and sweat and something earthy, like soil after rain mixed with the musk of her skin. It was overwhelming, primal, nothing like the perfumes and body washes of his old world.
[MATERNAL FIGURE DETECTED: EIRA, AGE 34]
[RELATIONSHIP: MOTHER]
[CONQUEST POTENTIAL: HIGH]
Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.
Kael's mind reeled as more information flooded his consciousness—memories that weren't his but belonged to this body. Eira, his mother. Widowed two years ago when his father died hunting. Three sisters. A small tribe of maybe forty people living in hide huts along a river valley. Harsh winters. Brutal summers. Life measured in survival, not stocks and startups.
"I'm... I'm fine," Kael managed, his voice coming out younger, rougher than he expected. His throat felt dry as bone.
Eira's expression softened, relief washing over her features. "Good. Your sisters worried." She stood, and Kael caught a glimpse of her thighs—thick and powerful, scarred from years of work—before she moved toward the entrance. "They bring food. You need strength."
As if summoned, three figures pushed through the hide door one after another, and Kael's new reality crystallized into something far more complicated.
The first was barely older than him—maybe seventeen or eighteen by his modern reckoning. Her hair was lighter than Eira's, a dark brown that caught copper in the dim firelight, and it hung in a long braid over one shoulder. Her face was softer, rounder, with full cheeks and wide-set eyes the color of amber. She was shorter than their mother, maybe five-foot-three, but her body was all curves—heavy breasts that bounced as she moved, a soft belly, wide hips that swayed, and an ass that made the hide skirt she wore cling and shift with every step. A thin scar traced from her collarbone down between her breasts, disappearing beneath the hide.
[SIBLING DETECTED: LYSSA, AGE 18]
[RELATIONSHIP: ELDEST SISTER]
[CONQUEST POTENTIAL: VERY HIGH]
"Kael!" Lyssa dropped to her knees beside him, her hand gripping his arm, her fingers warm and strong. "You scared us, you stupid boy." But she was smiling, her eyes bright with relief, and there was something in the way she looked at him—too intense, too lingering—that made his skin prickle.
The second sister was taller, leaner, maybe sixteen. Her hair was black like Eira's but cut shorter, jagged at the ends like she'd hacked it off with a stone blade. Her face was all angles—high cheekbones, a sharp jaw, a thin nose—and her eyes were darker, almost black, watching him with an unreadable expression. She was built like a runner, long legs and narrow hips, small breasts, but there was a grace to her movements, a predatory quality that reminded Kael of a cat. She wore her hide clothes tighter, wrapped around her body like she wanted to move without obstruction.
[SIBLING DETECTED: SENNA, AGE 16]
[RELATIONSHIP: MIDDLE SISTER]
[CONQUEST POTENTIAL: MODERATE]
Senna didn't speak, just crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her gaze flicking over him with something between concern and suspicion.
The third was the youngest—couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen. She had Eira's face but softer, not yet carved by years of survival. Her hair was dark brown, falling in messy waves around her face, and her eyes were light—green or maybe hazel, hard to tell in the firelight. She was still growing into her body, gangly and awkward, all long limbs and knobby joints, but there was a sweetness to her features, a brightness that hadn't been worn down yet. Her hide clothes hung loose on her frame, and she clutched a wooden bowl filled with something that smelled like roasted meat and bitter greens.
[SIBLING DETECTED: KIRA, AGE 15]
[RELATIONSHIP: YOUNGEST SISTER]
[CONQUEST POTENTIAL: DEVELOPING]
"We brought breakfast," Kira said, her voice bright and cheerful, and she set the bowl down beside him before sitting cross-legged, her knee brushing against his thigh. "Mother made you the good parts. Liver and fat. You need to get strong again."
Kael stared at them—these four women who were now his family—and the system pulsed again in his mind.
[QUEST AVAILABLE: CLAIM YOUR FIRST CONQUEST]
[REWARD: STRENGTH +5, NEW ABILITY UNLOCKED]
[TIME LIMIT: NONE]
[HINT: TRUST IS EARNED THROUGH SURVIVAL. POWER IS EARNED THROUGH DESIRE.]
He picked up the bowl, the meat still warm against his fingers, grease coating his palms. The smell was overwhelming—gamey and rich, mixed with the smoke from the fire and the sweat of the women crowded into this small space. Outside, he could hear the sounds of the tribe waking—voices calling, children laughing, the distant rush of water from the river.
Kael brought the meat to his mouth and bit down, the taste exploding on his tongue—iron and salt and fat—and swallowed. His new life had begun, and the system thrummed in his skull like a heartbeat, waiting for him to make his first move.