Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

The mystery man

“I won’t be long.” He stood over the sleeping Wolf. He couldn’t take her home. Instead he brought her to the watchtower. Of course he couldn’t climb the tree with a wolf seating across his shoulders.

It was like he had known that something like this would happen or a situation like this was bound to be. He had built a small construction off the path which led to the watchtower. That was where he kept the wolf.

He hurried out to the foot of the watchtower and looked around. He saw a bunny and shot an arrow at it. He ran to pick it up. He rushed back to where the wolf was and placed the bunny there.

“I’m not sure when I’d be back. I have a lot to do. A man has to keep working if he doesn’t want to become a history while he’s still alive.”

He couldn’t believe that the first person he’d be quoting his Grandpa’s favorite quote to was a wolf. His grandpa was a man of wit like many old men. Since the old man couldn’t feed him necessities, he would feed him knowledge.

“Wake up early girl, the bunny would be smelly in few hours.”

(Ping! Tamed a wolf and won her heart. Host has unlocked the FEARLESS WILDLIFER skill.] He walked out of the construction and flipped out the window of the system. He wanted to call out the Navigator skill but then refused to. He swiped the system in and began to run in the direction of the beach.

His stomach started to make crazy beats. Rumbling and creating such strange melodies.

“This isn’t good.”

He slowed his pace. He wouldn’t be able to run again, he could feel a rush coursing through whatever gland led to his butts.

and

MUST BE THE

right. The side effect of the healing plant was PASSING

DIDN’T THE SYSTEM TELL

around him and found a

“Where’s it?”

on the start of the beach, looking past the sloppy shore, he could

he was worried about earlier, speaking of cultivating his natural skills, wasn’t really relevant. That was what the System does; help him develop his natural skills. If the system gets broken, his innate abilities still live in

to trace it down the beach towards the crashing wave. It was almost noon, the sun was getting to its prime, yet it was strangely cozy. Not the strong breeze kind of cozy, but the cold-in-the-sinews-and-bones kind of cozy. The

had just followed were those which belonged to the poachers. But here he was standing before the large body of water,

“Was this fool playing a trick on me?” He scoffed. He looked

while saying it. What could he had gained if he

it felt like he was missing something. Don’t ask him, there was a lot reasons to find the boat. What was in it, what was the poacher

to remove his clothes and jump into the water naked. After all, he was the only one there. Oops! He wasn’t

he began to follow the very conspicuous mark. He followed through the forest. The deeper he got into the forest,

had one bullet. If he hadn’t used the rifle of the poacher, he wouldn’t have anything left. Though he couldn’t bring any of

he wasn’t feeling fear anymore. Before now, he would feel fear lingering in the dark corners of his mind but would deny it an audience. But now, there was nothing like fear let alone making an effort to deny it.

found nothing. Suddenly, he felt a liquid drop on his shoulder.