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He ruled the mango world. Then he died. Now he’s stuck in a desert with no mangoes and a system that won’t shut up.

Hari Varma was once the proud (and exhausted) heir to India’s largest mango plantation empire. But after spending his entire life managing exports, balancing budgets, and never once enjoying the fruit of his labor, fate decided to hit the brakes—literally.

After a tragic (and oddly mango-themed) car accident, Hari wakes up in a strange new world that looks like Dubai… but with one outrageous twist:

There are no mangoes.

Not even one. Not in markets. Not in smoothies. They're banned.

But things get even juicier when Hari discovers he’s been gifted a mysterious Mango System, a voice in his head that offers him mango-themed powers in exchange for completing certain ridiculous tasks.

 [System Alert]: Teach someone the joy of mangoes – Reward: Mango Sense Lv. 1

 [System Alert]: Bribe a government official with a mango pie – Reward: Pit of Power (Throwable Weapon)

 [System Alert]: Say “I love mangoes” 100 times – Reward: Mango Armor (Smells like summer)

Now, armed with nothing but sarcastic wit, fruity skills, and a deep-seated passion for forbidden fruit, Hari must create his own mango empire yet again.

A comedically dramatic isekai about mangoes, missed chances, and making life a little sweeter—one juicy task at a time.

Perfect for fans of absurd systems, heartfelt humor, and fruit-fueled rebellion.

There Are No Mangoes in Dubai

"Okay," Hari muttered to himself, stepping onto the street with newfound purpose. "All I have to do is find a place to sleep. Easy."

A gentle desert breeze ruffled his shirt. It was a nice breeze. Comforting. Warm. Slightly judgemental.

"Reminder: Sidewalks do not count as official lodging," the Mango System chimed cheerfully in his head.

"I KNOW," Hari hissed at no one in particular.

He had three dirhams in his pocket—donated by a very confused child who thought he was performing street theater—and exactly zero friends in this world. Also, a mild craving for mango juice, which wasn't helping the situation.

As he wandered the strangely familiar-yet-mango-deficient streets of Alternate Dubai, he tried his luck.

First Attempt: The Hotel Lobby

Hari strolled into the fanciest-looking hotel he could find, trying to exude "wealthy eccentric artist" instead of "confused man recently possessed by a mango-based system." It did not work.

"Reservation, sir?" the receptionist asked with a practiced smile.

Hari looked around, nodded slowly, and leaned in. "Do you accept payment in... spiritual growth and mangoes?"

He was gently escorted out while still yelling, "I HAVE POTENTIAL!"

Second Attempt: A Park Bench

Hari examined it with the expertise of a man whose dignity was in a full-time job interview with homelessness.

"Technically not a sidewalk," he said to the Mango System.

"Technically not a bed, either," it replied.

Third Attempt: A Mosque Courtyard

Out of desperation, Hari wandered toward a quiet courtyard, hoping divine vibes might make the Mango Gods lenient.

A kind old man sitting on a bench offered him dates and water.

Hari blinked at him. "Thank you... uncle."

The man smiled. "You look like you need it, son."

"I do," Hari said, chewing solemnly. "I was a mango baron. Now I'm a man-go-lost."

The man didn't laugh, but patted his back anyway.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky a golden hue that mocked him for craving the fruit it refused to give, Hari sat on a curb with a plastic bag under him.

"This is fine," he said out loud. "This is character development."

DING![Congratulations! You have completed: "Find Shelter (emotionally or physically, whichever comes first)."]Reward Unlocked: [Mango Perk #1 – Minor Nutrient Immunity]You can now go one day without food or water without collapsing. It's not glamorous, but neither is your life right now.

Hari stared at the floating translucent box in his vision.

"You're welcome. Remember: great mangoes grow from hard dirt."

"…That's not even a real saying."

He sighed and leaned back against the wall, watching the stars blink into existence.

So this was what life had become—death, rebirth, awkward systems, and starvation perks.

What kind of world was this? What kind of future awaited him? And most importantly—how could a place this sunny have no mangoes?

He would find out. And he would fix it.

Tonight, he was just grateful to not be arrested.

Chapter 4 - There is No Shelter In Dubai