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 a

MUST BE

of the healing plant was PASSING WASTES

DIDN’T THE SYSTEM TELL

it wasn’t for 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 looked insynon

“Where’s it?”

of the beach, looking past the sloppy shore, he could still see clearly. What was there not

what he was worried about earlier, speaking

the beach towards the crashing wave. It was almost noon, the sun was getting to its prime,

more confused when he got to the end of the footprints. The prints he had just followed were those which belonged to the poachers. But here he was standing before the large body

fool playing a trick on me?” He scoffed. He looked around him. He wasn’t

while saying it. What could he had gained

was missing something. Don’t ask him, there

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

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

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

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

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 movements on the tree… next