Damien knew he couldn't keep standing there. The cannibals had been far gone ahead of him. Matthew was still standing beside him. Asking him every now and then,"What happened?"Himself couldn't answer the question to himself let alone help clear the doubts of someone else. He wanted to get the root of what had just happened but he was clueless. When he had created the portal, he had wanted to step into it and get to the cannibal village before the cannibals. So he could go make the necessary preparations and proceed with the plans in the stock. But stepping into the portal, he had been pushed out of it by a strange force!The truth was that, he wasn't hurled into the air, or crash against the trunk of any tree at the push. But he was pushed!WHAT PUSHED ME? WHY CAN'T I USE THE PORTAL?Those were his arguments and questions. Yet he couldn't find an answer to either of them. It got on his nerves to think that he couldn't tell what was happening. The system should give him an explana
"Der?"Amidst all the words Damien wanted to say, the was the only thing he could. "I'll be outside."The man turned and walked out of the castle. Damien remained standing there for a while. He wasn't sure what to do or think. This seemed to be beyond his expectations. But then he knew that he couldn't keep standing there. He had to do something. He had to leave the castle. The disturbing thoughts and feelings which he had been having lately finally came out in full form. He could feel in all sense of definity that a great change was about to occur. A great change that might alter his life. That was the new feeling which had just dominated his sense of being. He took a last gaze at the Elites. They were all shivering. Not one of them could keep up the old act. He should feel pity for them, but he had himself to worry about. "Whatever happens, do not come outside."He warned Matthew sternly, then walked out of the castle. As soon as he walked out, a door grew out of nowhere and re
"You didn't really think I was running away from you, did you?" Damien's voice had a robotic trait to it. He was standing at the foot of the boabab tree on which the watchtower was rested. "Even if you wanted to, you don't have a chance." The man dismissed. By now, Damien thought that the Samurai would be exuding the bluish fog which he did earlier, but the man looked ordinary. "You talk too fat. You must have so much faith in yourself." Damien carried on, daring. "What's faith? Isn't that one of the terms of the Nether ones? You want someone superior to do what you can't? All you have to do is wish desperately that it happens?! Lazy lots!" The man cackled. Damien had no slightest idea what was funny to the man. He couldn't wrap his head around it. But it didn't seem to matter. Not at that moment. "Enought of the talk. I need to be sure about one last thing." Damien pushed further. "Before I would destroy you and send you to your mistress or master, I should get to know
Damien was seated on the last seat of the private jet, looking at the nine girls. The nine beautiful girls - looked like goddesses - all belonged to the BMX group. A group single handedly picked by one of the most influential billionaires of the world. These gorgeous ladies were flying in a sponsored jet to a VVIP location. All Damien could do was stare, after all, he was just a helpboy to Alex, their manager. Things he had to do to survive. This is not an easy job. There are times when you wonder if these rich people have a heart. They treat the people who serve them like dogs - No, no, they treat their pet dogs much better than they treat Damien. Damien sat down on a chair in the corner,
He swallowed the thoughts, his eyes moving tirelessly in his sockets. He didn't know how to fly a jet. But he sat in the pilot's seat, after hitting his head several times.And as soon as he grabbed the wheel a window pop-up appeared at his front. Then followed a robotic voice.[Alarming impact on this territory suddenly unlocked the "cataclysm survival" system. Host: you.]"What the hell is this?"Damien didn't know what to think.Is this some kind of stupid games?? What does the system mean??"Take this shit off..."Damien threw one of his hand to wave the pop-up off but his hand entered through it. His action has just launched him into the game's interface.Another window suddenly popped up
Ayisha coughed salt water with a mix of her saliva into his mouth. But the realization that she was back to consciousness couldn't let him feel weird. He swallowed, supporting her neck with his arm, "Hey, are you alright?" Her eyes were weak. He knew what she needed. He looked quickly around towards the vast expanse of trees behind him. Not far, he saw a coconut fruit. "I'll be right back." He placed her head back down gently and hurried to the fruit. Lucky enough for him the fruit had been cut halfway and the water was still in it. "Oh good." He picked it up and hurried to her. "Drink this. You'll feel better." He needed it too but that's what you do for feelings. She coughed again after taking the water. Her head was on his lap as he caressed her cheeks. "Damien? Are you alright?" She called in a small voice reaching out her hand to touch his face. His heart almost shattered in his chest. "Don'
The deep growl and approaching paws of the wild animal suddenly waned out. After a few seconds of silence, a struggle was heard in the pilot's cave: like something was fighting for survival. Then after the struggle followed whimpering and then a thud. The system came on. [Ping! Trapped down a cougar and gained 600 experience points.] Damien gently slid his palm off her mouth. "Is it gone? What happened to it?" Ayisha asked in a whisper. "Return to sleep. We are safe now." He urged her. He didn't want to tell her what secret he had for her. He wanted her to see for herself come morrow. He wouldn't risk ruining the surprise. He’s kinda worried that she might also figure out his situation. No way she didn’t notice it, right? But she didn’t say a word. Damien didn’t know that if he should feel relief or "Did you see them?" Claire hurried to close the pace between herself and Tendzel who had just entered the abandoned hut. "Yea. They found the jet. I found them eating meat. I almost got caught, so I ran away." Tendzel reported to the bevy of ladies. The only person missing in the group was Alison. "But I couldn't find Alison with them." "Did you move any closer?" Lisa walked towards Tendzel now. Tendzel shook her head. Lisa continued, "She probably is in the jet. Since you didn't get to check the jet, we can't be sure what to decide on." Claire on the other hand was restless. She kept on pacing the displaced inn of the hut. It smelled like shit inside. "But how is that possible? That loser! How could he had suddenly settled in to this island as though it's his father's house!!! How could he get whatever he want... where did he get all the items from. And you said he was eating meat. How could he when us, the higCrash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties The group of seven