Nr_Yet1208

[Mature Content!]
Theodore Black, a normal person in an abnormal world where genetic superiority is everything, and when I say everything I mean everything from the smallest amoeba to the gigantic RI pterodactyl, had a dream.
Being normal is like a blessing but not in this case. The world is so advanced that a normal person is worse than an automated coffee table.
Due to his normality, Theodore has a very not-so-happy life. He doesn't have a job, like who would even hire a normal wannabe like him for any task? His parents and peers thought he was a lost cause, maybe he was.
Until... 
One day the deputy head of the international space association came to visit him. He first thought it was a prank or perhaps some sort of mistake but soon reality hit him. He was asked to do his dream job, going to space. But there was a catch.
.... a few weeks later he found himself stranded on an unknown planet with not-so-friendly races.
To take cover he crawled into a cave and got attacked by a woman, not in an aggressive way but a romantic way. She kissed her for what seemed like a thousand years and...
And then...
Romance, Yandere, System are the main tags. 

Warning! Mc starts out as a very weak protagonist. But he eventually goes through stuff and then comes character development. I'd appreciate it if I didn't receive comments like, "Why's he so wimpy?" "Why does he just keep on depending on others?" and such. There are reasons and they'll be explained. 

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Conquering Space With My Licking System

Theo'd dodged about seven, cut through three but took a solid hit on the left shoulder.

It was a miracle it missed his groins while he ducked- but the hitting part was perhaps not that great.

'Shit.' The pain shot up- almost like tearing him apart. Slowly inching up- breaking all his molecular bonds. "Argh…" Just groaning wasn't enough.

Actually, he wanted to get rid of the arm just so he could get rid of the pain- but he persevered.

Losing consciousness now meant the end. He stumbled but didn't fall.

With the stick equipped- he dashed for the king. He couldn't afford to just stay back and get hit again. There were still about half a dozen or so chunks floating around. Apparently, the king could make them without a hitch.

The Sahallan way