Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

Ayisha!!!

Walking down that path for a while, Damien noticed some big footprints in the damp soil. “This must be them.”

He was certain. He trailed the footprints to the foot of a large oak tree. He looked around and up ahead whether or not he would get another clue. “This can’t be the end of the road. The cannibal must have found another route. If the footprints stop here… that means two things.” He looked up the path and shook his head. “I don’t think a cannibal is wise enough to mask his own footprints. Giving by what I saw, I don’t think they are quite smart.”

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He raised his head and saw the shape of a hand on a branch, highlighted in a stain of blood on the branch. “This must be it.” Suddenly, he heard weird noise made in throttles and helped himself towards the direction. As he ran, he was reaching for his revolver. One thing he was damn sure of was that the noise weren’t coming from the ladies. He saw a small cave and hid behind a tree. The noise wasn’t coming from inside the cave. It was coming from a side. He took a risk and advanced. Then he saw clearly. Three cannibals seated on the cold earth, naked. He had no idea what they were doing. “Hey, dickwads!!!”

He called at them and at once they turned to him. They began to make a creepy noise, as they stood up and began to crawl-jump towards him. Damien didn’t waste time, he shot the first one who was gaining momentum, and then second one. The third cannibal seeing what had happened, suddenly bowed before Drake, hitting his head ruthlessly against the fallen twigs. 1 Damien took that as a trick and shot him. He walked to the corpses and retrieved the red balls of gold around their necks.

(Ping! Ping! Ping! Killed three predators and gained 2400 points.] (Ping! Ping! Ping! Obtained three balls of red gold and gained 3000 points.)

Damien smiled at his achievement. He tucked the smile in at once. He remembered that he only had three bullets left. He was goddamn sure that there were still many of the cannibals out there.

He would need more than bullets to get rid of all of them. He would have to find what the cannibals love, what smell attract them, then create traps. But to create effective traps, he would have to exchange points for the LORD OF THE HUNTS skill. Not to forget, he had to get

to the proficient level of the CAPENTER skill too!

A sudden realization knocked at his sense of reasoning!

“Wait! Does it mean that the last cannibal was worshipping me and not pulling a trick.”

quick to

let alone worship. Who knows, maybe Ayisha is only around because she’s gaining something. What if it was the other way round,

balls of red gold in the system store; Earlier that day, he had thought of a safe place to save the gold away from other’s reach. If he saved it somewhere physical, someone might eventually find it. There was no guarantee otherwise. Point in time, he was scrolling the system and suddenly discovered that the system has a spacious store to keep things. That was were all the tools for exchange skills

moment, he was running in the direction of the safehouse. He felt uneasy as soon as Ayisha crossed his mind. He didn’t know why.

hadn’t left that particular geographic area because of a reason.

But he didn’t hear it. There was nothing to be worried about. Plus he remembered giving her

he thought of it, the more he was anxious.

“Ayisha!”

as he approached the safehouse. He ran inside. There was no

“Where did she go?”

He noticed what he missed. There was an ax by the door, and a blanket covering the

to stay positive, rumpling his hair. Then he noticed footprints which led

goodness! Please be

footprints. He figured out that raving and fidgeting would only affect his sense of judgement, cloud his reasoning, making him unable to think properly. Plus, he remembered what his grandfather would

he lost the prints. But then he noticed that it must have been the winds which had blown dried leaves on the path, therefore masking the path. He tried as much as possible to be positive. The worst thing that could happen to her was very scary to think about. He would rather not think about it. He would rather not have a

couldn’t find a trace. Was that how long he had been gone from her? He was beginning to feel terrible now. He couldn’t help hold back the scary thoughts anymore. He was beginning to see them though blurred out by his positive mind. Could she had been

How couldn’t he be able to use it to find

He hurried at once in the direction,

place in forest. That place seemed like an isolated spot, up ahead

that whatever he would do must be well thought. He was so glad that he finally found the hideout of the cannibals, but then he remembered why he was there. 1 A cannibal with his back to Damien was fondling the breasts of