Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

The wolf man.

.. With full speed, he got to the beach and dropped the surfing board close to the waves. He looked, he could hear the yacht zooming. It was just a matter of time before the yacht past the island. The driver wasn’t intending to stop at the island, Damien could tell. He flipped out the system window and scrolled through. He exchanged 3000 experience points for a skill called SURF LORD. He got the level three. Like a pro, he picked up the surfboard and threw it on the nearest steady water, he hopped on it and began to surf as quickly as possible. All he could feel was that his body was moving, his frame pushed down occasionally to ensure force, then he stands up to go faster. “Woo!!!”

He was enjoying it. He had never felt so exhilarated in his life. The crashing breeze against his soft skin and sensation almost made him forget that he had a mission. The yacht zoomed past him up ahead. “Oh shit.”

He was knocked back to reality and increased the velocity and vigor. The yacht had past the island now zooming through the endless blue ocean.

“This is it.”

Damien realized that he needed to be swift. He noticed that he was going far and far away from the island.

He gained momentum on the yacht and hopped off the surfboard. He landed on the deck of the yacht. He pulled out his revolver, he only had one bullet.

Lucky enough for him, there was only a driver. He couldn’t see any other person in sight.

“Hey, bitch!!! Get off my property now!!”

The driver, yelled as soon as he saw Damien. You could tell that the middle aged man was struggling to share his attention between Damien and the steering of the yacht.

“You wish.”

Damien kept advancing towards the man. “I said stop!!!”

The man pulled out a gun, aiming at Damien, while trying to drive. “You don’t want to do that!!!” Damien had no fear. There was no reason to be afraid. He aimed his revolver at the forehead of the man.

Suddenly, Damien heard whimpering from a corner in the yacht. His curious eyes travelled in

the direction. There was a young lady whose hands, legs and mouth were tied. She looked pale and a side of her face swollen.

problem with that?” The man switched his aim and aimed at

he wasn’t trolling. He really meant it. Yet Damien tried to take a risk. He took a step forward and the man shot! But not at

Damien couldn’t believe his eyes. “Take another step and you’ll

brain. He needed to act quickly. But he needed to buy

you do this

the woman. “Who gives you the right to judge me? She’s just some

out which sank in the forehead of

Gaining her freedom, she rushed to the

could you

a step and he’d shot you, do you

been keeping since he left the girls. How could he had used her as a scapegoat? Probably because

a yacht?” He had turned back reluctantly to her. She looked up at him, her eyes were red. She nodded at his question. Damien couldn’t help

“You should return home.”

to the edge of the

you for saving

at her

don’t want to take the corpse home

at him. His eyes strayed to a fancy surfboard

“Can I use that?”

anymore. It

was now on the surfboard, on the ocean, trying to regulate his

asking me what

any questions. But he didn’t have to tell her that. (Ping! Lost the yacht and lost 5000 experience points.] Damien should care that he lost the points, but he didn’t.

at himself at the thought. The thoughts of the balls of gold

was tightly pressed to his side, under his left arm, as he walked