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.

corner and decided to take a

MUST BE

of the

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it. Yet, he needed to cultivate his natural prowess 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 down his butthole. “Ugh…” He didn’t dare look back at it. He resumed running towards the beach. He got there and

“Where’s it?”

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

his mind. He realized that what he was worried about earlier, speaking of cultivating his natural skills, wasn’t really relevant. That was what the System does; help him

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. The better-get-twelve-coats kind of

had just followed

trace of it. “Was this fool playing a trick on me?” He scoffed. He looked around him. He wasn’t

What could he had

about it, it felt like he was missing something. Don’t ask him, there

was the only one there. Oops! He

two questions he could think of as he began to follow the very conspicuous mark. He followed through the forest. The deeper he

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

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

it but found nothing. Suddenly, he felt a liquid drop