the next morning film

Vera Thorne has gotten reborn to the timeframe before the dinosaur apocalypse descends upon the world, which is on the day of her convocation. In her previous life, she was framed by Mia Ruth, the campus belle, which ended with her becoming dinosaur food. This time, Vera secures the deed over Raptor Cave and takes out a 400-million-dollar loan to reconstruct it into an apocalyptic fortress that's impervious to even nuclear missiles.Once her system is activated, Vera starts taming dinosaurs like pterosaurs, T-rexes and brontosauruses in order to form her own dino army.Mia, who has gotten reborn as well, allies with violent criminals multiple times just to attack Vera's fortress.She even goes as far as to pledge herself to Cyan Corp and commands mech-dinos so that she can rob Vera of her home.Vera manages to conquer the apex of predators and makes a counterattack with her massive dino army. With her own hands, she finally ends her mortal enemy's life. For the next seven years, Vera travels all over the globe and uses the taming bands to send all the dinosaurs to their original era.Now that the apocalypse has ended, mankind begins rebuilding their society.Just as Vera thinks she's finally welcoming tranquility back to her life, the temperature outside drops to a staggering -70 degrees Fahrenheit.It turns out that… the Glacial Age has just made its presence known…

After the great war between the three clans of Human, Dragon, and Wolf, the Dragon Clan and Wolf Clan were cursed. Pure-blooded descendants of both clans could not inherit full power. To pass down the power of their bloodline, Kings of each generation of Dragon Clan and Wolf Clan would need to be with a Human woman who possessed Blessings. Whoever gave birth to a child of mixed heritage first would have their clan rule the three clans for a hundred years. In my past life, I married the King of Silver Wolves, Silas Hector, who was known to be a gentleman. One year after my marriage, I gave birth to a child who was half Wolf. He inherited full power from his bloodline, and Silas became the ruler of the three clans. The Wolves ruled the world for a hundred years. My sister, Lucia, became enamored by the magnificent Silver Dragon. She married the King of Silver Dragons, but the Dragons were arrogant and unpredictable. In a moment of mad rage, her husband injured her womb and caused her to miscarry. Lucia became barren after that. Lucia went crazy with jealousy for me, and she stabbed me to death during a family reunion. When I opened my eyes next, I had returned to the eve of the wedding organized by the three clans. Lucia was quick to enter the room of Silver Wolf King, Silas, and sleep with him. She was reborn too. However, she had no idea that Silas was a cold-blooded wolf who enjoyed torturing weak Humans.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.