I'm a spinosaurus with a System to raise a dinosaur army

Conspiracy

"More beer, sir?"

In a cheap little bar on the outskirts of Innsbruck, a Federation town of Tirion, a waiter was looking at a man sitting at a table by the window, with at least five now empty beer glasses leaning on it. The man was Malcolm Croft.

The scientist had had much better days. His beard and hair were unkempt and unkempt, and the lines on his face had sharply arched. He wore simple clothes stained in several places and the smell of alcohol was easily perceptible.

"Yes thanks. In fact, bring me two, I'm barely tipsy” Croft grumbled. The waiter just shrugged and walked away from the man. He surely thought he was some wretch who had just lost his job, or a poor husband who had just discovered his wife's betrayal.

In reality, Croft was none of these categories. He was in fact the scientist who had laid the foundations for the destruction of the whole world.

Croft had always wanted only one thing in his life: fame. While the purpose of sc