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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

Hari had just finished polishing his Golden Shovel of Cultivation™ (again) when he heard the sound of sandals crunching through sand.

Real, living, non-camel humans.

He ran to the front gate of Mango Oasis™, kicking up dust and mango peels in his haste. Sure enough, a small group of curious strangers were standing just outside the mango-carved welcome arch.

A grumpy-looking old man with a suspicious mustache,

A young woman with a clipboard and eyebrows permanently arched in disbelief,

And a skinny guy who looked like he'd only come for the free samples.

"Welcome!" Hari beamed. "To the one and only mango plantation in this world!"

The clipboard woman cleared her throat. "We saw your flyers. They were... bold."

✨"Taste the forbidden fruit! Behold the Mango!"✨Now with only minor side effects.

The old man squinted. "Are you running a cult?"

Hari blinked. "No, sir. Just a plantation. With a mascot."

Mango-chan poked her head out from behind a mango bush, wearing a mango costume on top of her already mango-themed outfit.

"Would a cult have this?" she chirped, throwing confetti that smelled like ripe mangoes.

The visitors looked deeply unsure.

To win them over, Hari summoned his best camels to carry out a tray of perfectly ripe, golden-orange mango slices. The camels wore little bowties. It was a moment.

Clipboard Lady inspected a slice like she was holding an alien artifact.

"This isn't from this world," she said.

"Exactly," Hari replied with a grin.

Old Mustache Guy sniffed his slice, licked it once, then cautiously took a full bite.

"…This is ridiculous," he whispered. "It tastes like sunshine. And childhood. And... why am I crying?"

Skinny Free Sample Guy had already eaten four.

"Sir," he said with reverence, "do you sell in bulk?"

Skepticism Begins to Crack

The system dinged in Hari's mind.

[System Notification: First 3 Common Customers Acquired!]Skepticism Level: 71% → 42%Reward: "Starter Mango Marketing Kit"– Includes: 3 mango-themed banners, 1 loudspeaker, and a talking signboard that says "TRY A MANGO, COWARD."

Hari felt a sense of pride he hadn't felt in ages. Not the "I-inherited-an-empire" pride. This was the "I-convinced-skeptical-strangers-to-eat-a-fruit" kind of pride.

He placed a hand over his heart. "This… this is only the beginning."

"Sir," asked Clipboard Lady, now chewing thoughtfully, "do you have any mango smoothies?"

Chapter 15 - There Are No Customers in Dubai