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.

jumped into a corner and decided to take

MUST BE

was right. The side effect of the healing plant was

DIDN’T THE

outside the system. He was done. He looked around him and found a plant with large leaves. Large enough to make two pages of a 40 leaves notebook. He plucked it and swiped it

“Where’s it?”

find any boat. Even though he was standing on the start of the beach, looking past the sloppy shore, he could still see clearly. What was there

did that, something unnecessary quickly paced his mind. He realized that what he was worried about earlier, speaking of cultivating his natural skills, wasn’t

of him. He began 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.

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

trace of it. “Was this fool playing a trick on me?” He scoffed. He looked around

serious while saying it. What could he

like he was missing something. Don’t ask him, there was a

the water naked. After all, he was the only one there. Oops! He wasn’t sure about that. Walking down that line for a while, he suddenly noticed a mark in the

to follow the very conspicuous mark. He followed

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

of his mind but would deny it an audience. But now, there was nothing like fear let alone making an effort to deny it.

The now fading mark brought him to the foot of a large tree. He looked around it but found nothing. Suddenly, he felt a liquid drop on his shoulder. Before he could look, he heard swift