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 Jungle

The host will randomly get strange understanding of unknown

sounds so valuable

tools from the system store. He walked to the nearest sturdy tree and climbed up effortlessly. He began to cut the trees into the needed shapes. Before, he couldn’t lift a short stump from a big tree, but

the effects of the experience points. Does the points

lifted up his cloth slowly to reveal a set of

come I didn’t

only was he getting stronger

perfectly shaped logs with wires, making wooden bars which he would set up. After he had done that for about an hour, he

him get to the 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

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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

other

instinct and it seemed as though he was the one who founded the

he did. He looked under the shrubs and saw little red plants

to pluck them. He put the flower to

strange.” He muttered, thinking about how such pleasant smell could cause the cannibals nausea. He squeezed three of the blue flowers and rubbed its liquid on his neck. He smelt great. He

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 to the ladies right? But no, he had something

climbed up the fence and tumbled down. “Shit, that

feet. He started to steal into the village of the cannibals. He found it odd that throughout the time he spent building the fence, none of the cannibals showed up. That did poke his curiousity. There were many huts in the village. “These creatures must be really intelligent.” His eyes caught a sight. He hurried in the direction. There was still no cannibal

seeing ears 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!!”