Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

Saving the ninth Girl

Damien woke up while the girls were still fast asleep. It was the birth of a new dawn. No idle clouds were seen making a scene in the sky.

He looked around the room. It was too tiny. If he decided to start the real project, he would do nothing but wake them up. That would unfair. He remembered that they were dead drunk yesterday and their heads must be aching.

IF WE ALL HAVE TO LEAVE TOGETHER, IT’S ABOUT TIME I STARTED WORKING ON THE REAL PROJECT.

He thought to himself. It seemed like he was the one delaying it. But that wasn’t really the case. He had been busy with couple of things lately. And to think of it, all the girls were now with him.

He made sure to secure them in safely before leaving. There was no sense of threat around. He left for the woods.

He flipped the window of the system out to reveal the points.

“13,000 experience points.”

He was glad that his points was increasing. It felt like his achievements were at the peak. He couldn’t imagine the numbers of things he would be able to do with the points.

(Ping! Unlocked the JUNGLE WITS feature.]

“Feature.”

Damien repeated, getting to the border of the village of the cannibals. “Why is it called a feature instead of a skill?”

While he was walking through the woods, before getting there, he’d noticed that the woods was unusually quiet. At first he thought that it was natural since the day was just dawning. Only for a random feature to be unlocked when he arrived here. “300 experience points for exchange.”

That wasn’t much compared to the amount of points he had now. He decided to exchange points for the new feature,

points for the

secrets of the island. The host will randomly get strange understanding of unknown

skill sounds so valuable but

and climbed up effortlessly. He began to cut the trees into the

be the effects of the experience points. Does the points make me

had also added to his abs. He lifted up his cloth slowly to reveal a set of forming packs. Don’t packs

I didn’t

was he getting stronger internally and mentally,

the perfectly shaped logs with wires, making wooden bars which he would set up. After he had done that for about an hour, he began to erect the wooden bars as fences. He made the wooden bar two feet higher than the fence surrounding

top of erected fences safely, which made it easy to fix as many hunting knives as possible into the top of the fences. (Ping! System notification! Points or Tips?) The system asked him. That was strange. The system never asked his opinion before. Perhaps it was beginning to

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that the smell of the Aciatus root is a cannibal’s allergy.) “Oh wow. They have an allergy?” Damien jumped off the fence. “But what is an Acatius root? How do I know it when I find it?” Suddenly he recalled that

But I didn’t activate other skills

he activated it, a strange force tugged at his instinct and it seemed as though he was the one who founded the Island. His instinct led

at the clusters of shrubs. He couldn’t find a thing. He felt like kneeling down and he did. He looked under the shrubs and saw little red plants whose blue flowers kissed the

to pluck them. He put the flower to his nose. The smell was so fragrant and

liquid on his neck. He smelt

wooden bars of fences. But then he got another idea. He began to plant the root at the base of the fences. After several hours of working, he was done. Also, he was famished. He should return

climbed up the fence and tumbled down.

cannibals showed up. That did poke his curiousity. There were many huts in the village. “These creatures must be

of wheats and grains of rice. He had been thinking that they couldn’t keep living on meat. And now, here

“Rice! Oh, God! Rice!!”