"I'm sure that you have an explanation for what happened out there."The young man was the first to attack. The fifty men had arrived in the mansion which Damien had created out of nothingness. The lot should be stunned by how such a magnificent building got to be situated in such a remote place. Yet, the hate in their hearts which was fueled by the incident which happened several minutes ago, wouldn't let them see the obvious. Damien was standing in a position that was justifiable to the lot. He didn't hold a precise person in his gaze. He didn't care about so many things. His mind was quite busy, thinking about how to carry on the quest. "Take as much time as you want, but tell us what the hell happened out there."He had expected the elderly man to take the reins of the young man, since they appear to work together. But he was quite surprised to see a strange man who had never spoken before. It was this strange man that had spoken after the young man. In short, he never thought
"He is so full of himself!"One of the girls started. "What did you think he would do in the first place? He would come and beg you come to with him?"Another had carried on. There was a brief silence which travelled through the open space. The eight girls were sunbathing by the shore of a sea at a VIP beach in Vegas. It was an exclusive site to them. Claire was there with them. The only person who wasn't there was... you guessed right. Yea, Jada. "At least, he would have saved face. But now what? How is he going to do it?"Another girl had argued. "Let's assume that he came to beg or apologise, which will never happen. Would you have gone with him? Would anyone of you had gone with him?"That was Mira creating a stray stance. She was the first to come with something quite reasonable and controversial. "I mean, I would have. But it would be based on a condition. I mean, we all know how dangerous the elites are."Laurette had argued further. "Me too. I would have."Majority of th
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'