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Damien for a moment had no Idea what to think. He didn't know how to process this sudden change. He never saw it coming. He could never had thought of it. It didn't even make any sense to him. Just a second ago, he was in his room. His dick going in and out of Elisa's hungry mouth, her throat too small to backup the greed of her heart. He was about to pour the juice in her face and then what? He was here in the middle of nowhere! In the jungle! He had no explanation for this. Perhaps if he had even able to check out the system, if Elosa had not shown up out of nowhere, if she had shown up about five minutes later, he probably would had seen this coming. And wouldn't had been this shocked. But the next question was, why was he there? How did he get there? He didn't remember using the zoom function. Even if he did use the speed function, wouldn't it take about ten to twenty minutes to get to the island from Vegas? But it happened in the blink of an eye. He was worried that perhaps he
The size of the claws in his face was so big that it covered every corner of his face, leaving no space out. The nails of the claws dug into far corner of his face, adjacent to the hole in the ear. Damien must admit that he was lucky. If he didn't have that size of a face, the claws of the monster might be digging into his eyes at that moment, plucking out both his pupils, which would had been more than a sorry story. He was still in the air, going and going, up and up, high and high in the speed of the monster. At the mercy of the monster. Unlike the first set of beasts that attacked him, at least he knew what he was up against. Even when the Alphyn came with an assaulting attack, he was well prepared for it. He knew what to expect even though there were dynamics to the straight ambush. But these set left him speechless. While he was trying to figure out what kinda beast he was up against, he wasn't even given a second to check out. Before he could make a mental judgement, he had
Damien felt like he had heard wrongly. It's been three minutes since he heard the screeching and nothing came after that. He felt like perhaps it was the call from other birds, even though he had every reason to doubt that stance. He decided not to wait for the rest of the Batsquatches. He could make good use of the interval he had been availed before he gets back to business. He flipped the system window out. One of the things that still bothered him was what he was doing on the island. How the hell did he suddenly get there? He wouldn't find the answer unless he goes through the system. He began to scroll through. All the new tasks and their rewards were locked. He couldn't see past the big virtual padlock which sealed the content away from his mortal eyes. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the answer. He tapped on the task which he was presently carrying out. It showed,[1/5 taken out.]"Even the rewards are locked."He remonstrated. Then he realised that he was wasti
"I must meet with him right away. I won't take a 'no' for an answer. It's better for you to get out of my way!"The active Mr Marcot was wearing a long face, the corner of his eyes dark and sans any form of peace."Calm down please. Please sir. Calm down."Elisa pleased, standing in the way of the man. The man was willing and ready to push her out of his way, he looked it. But for some reason, he was holding back. Perhaps because he also considers ladies to be fragile. The reason for his hesitation was hidden. But it wouldn't be forever. "Do you want to make a song out of that?"Mr Marcot snapped at her. The confused Elisa exclaimed, "Huh? What song? What are you talking about?"Mr Marcot scoffed. "Calm down please... Please sir. Calm down."Mr Marcot said in a silly tone, an attempt to mimick as well as scorn Elisa. Elisa should be offended but she wasn't. "You keep saying those words as though in no time from now you would jump into a studio and hit the Vegas with a track. You k
Damien stood on the carcass of the second Batsquatch which he had just killed. One of his legs on its head which he had just crushed against a hard trunk of a baobab tree. His eyes were glowing and his face stern. His body was positioned towards the front. He was looling like he had a score to settle. At his front, about a metre away, there were the remaining three Batsquatches growling at him. He had his reason for not taking off his leg from the head of the dead Batsquatch. Perhaps he was trying to pass a message across to the rest that if they knew what was good for them, they would know for sure that the same fate would catch up with them. Again, he did realise that the impression he was giving could be misinterpreted by the beasts. They could be scared away by the sight of one of them being killed. But that wasn't a reasonable thought to bank on. The system made sure to make it clear to him that he was to take down all the Batsquatches. Which meant, even if the Batsquatc
Damien should feel elated and bold because of the sudden change of the two Batsquatches who were left. The only meaning he could read to it was the fact that they couldn't bear to stand before him again. They probably were scared because of what he did to his recent kill. [Ping! Host should be ready for a wild impact. Double attacks.]"What!"Damien's jaws dropped. "They are not scared of me? They are getting ready? How could that be?"He knew he didn't have the time to argue with the system or his instinct. All he had to do was seize the moment and not be caught off guard. He couldn't afford to let his guard down. "Even if they would attack... wait a minute, I mean they are supposed to attack one after the other. Isn't that what the system said... or, was I the one who was thinking too much?"He found himself asking so many questions which he was reluctant to give answers to. "On the bright side, that's a good thing. If they come at me at once, it'll be a once-and-for-all thing.
Damien flipped the window system out. He took it down again. He looked around him. The only thing he could see was the transplanted shades of his red eyes on the trunk of the tall tress. He sighed. He knew he couldn't keep walking in the dark. He would attract several wild animals. He wasn't scared of any of the animals, he just didn't want anything to do with striving. Not at that moment. That was the moment for him to think of going back to Vegas. It was a beautiful feeling and thing to know that he wouldn't have to worry about traveling in full speed across the ocean. He had the teleport function. Though he had never used it before, he was reluctant to bring it out. There was usually one way to use a teleport portal. He didn't need to be told that. He had been wanting it all his life and there it was. But it was strange that when he finally got to use the telepprt function, he was no longer excited. He had thought that he would feel on top of the world if he was able to lay his
"Jada, check this out. How do I look?"Evelyn was dressed in a beautiful red gown, to-mactched with heels and a bag that connects fashionably with the heels. "Nah... that red is too flashy. Get another one whose tone is quite deep. That would suit your skin. You don't want to look like an octopus in a fish bowl."Some of the girls laughed at Jada's joke. Everyone had learned to make her feel comfortable. She was the most fragile of the group at that moment. No one would want to get her sad or mad. Except just one person,"Bullshit, Jada. Bullshit. I'm not in support of this idea of making her choose what looks good on us. You said that would be an emotional support for her, which would help the baby. But to me, this is emotional blackmail. To us."Yes you are right. It's Claire. None of the girls saw that coming, which left all of their jaws dropped. While some glared at Claire, some couldn't choose which reaction to nurse. "Tomorrow is a big deal for us. And whatever we choose thi