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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

It was a warm afternoon in mangoless Dubai—well, formerly mangoless, now partly mango-blessed—when Hari felt it. A chill in the air that didn't belong.

The Mango Munchies™ Café was buzzing. Customers were laughing, camels were serving mango-shaped muffins, and Mango-chan was trying to convince a tourist that mango facial masks could erase stress and taxes.

Then, the smoothie machine sputtered.

Hari blinked, mango puree dripping from his eyebrows.

A slow clap echoed from outside the café.

Three shadowy figures in tattered robes and dusty sunglasses entered. One had a pineapple tattoo on his neck. The second carried a wooden staff topped with a jackfruit. The third…

The third simply wore a nametag that read, "Hi, my name is: Rival Vendor #7."

"You must be Hari," the pineapple-necked man sneered. "We don't take kindly to… foreign fruit empires."

Hari stepped forward, confused and sticky. "Who… are you?"

"We're the Fruitless Ones. We roam the land, making sure certain fruits never take root again. You've disrupted the balance. There are to be no mangoes in Dubai."

"But… mangoes are joy! Mangoes are life!"

"Mangoes," growled Jackfruit Staff, "are forbidden."

Before Hari could reply, they attacked.

The Awakening of the Mango Within

Hari barely dodged a flying apple dagger. He stumbled backward into a display of mango éclairs. One of the attackers leapt forward—

A golden glow pulsed around Hari's chest. The system dinged with a noise far more dramatic than usual.

[Emergency Protocol Activated: Stand System Online]Congratulations! You have unlocked: THE MAN-GO WITH THE FLOWType: Combat-Manifestation AbilityPrimary Power: Fruit-based spatial manipulation and juice propulsion strikes.Bonus: Smells amazing.

From behind Hari, a radiant, humanoid figure surged forth, its armor shaped like mango slices, glowing with tropical intensity. It wore sunglasses. Of course it did.

Hari blinked. "What—who—is that?!"

"I am the embodiment of your will to mango on," it said, flexing its shimmering limbs.

Hari stared, slack-jawed. "That's... oddly poetic."

"I contain multitudes. And also vitamins."

The Fruitless Ones didn't wait. Pineapple Neck lunged with a fruit katana.

Hari pointed forward on pure instinct.

The mango stand zipped across the café like a comet of fruity vengeance, its fists flying in a rapid barrage of glowing strikes.

"MANGO-MANGO-MANGO-MANGO-MANGO-MANGO–SLICE!!"

Pineapple Neck flew backward through the smoothie bar. Jackfruit Staff tried summoning a dragonfruit beast—only to be uppercutted into the mango ceiling tiles.

The mango stand twisted the air with a single chop.

The grenade blended itself.

"...My business license," whispered Rival Vendor #7, as he collapsed in a swirl of mango-scented wind.

System Update: Fruit Defense Mode Unlocked

[Battle Complete!]+150 Mango Points+1 Reputation with "Locals Who Like Drama"New System Feature: Mango Stand Customization!Reward: Mango-scented cologne (charisma +1)

Hari collapsed onto a mango beanbag, panting.

Mango-chan peeked from behind the counter, eyes wide. "You have a fruit ghost-punch spirit!?"

Hari shrugged. "Apparently. Also, it makes smoothies. I think I'm in love."

She nodded solemnly. "We need to name him."

The mango stand posed dramatically.

Hari grinned. "How about... Mr. Tropic Thunder?"

Mango-chan fainted from how cool that was.

The customers, however, thought they were all idiots.

Chapter 17 - The Mango Must Stand