Damien fell on his knees next to Leroy. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry." He sounded so worried, regretting what he had done. "I didn't mean for it to end this way. I must have lost my mind." Damien looked so worried as he held unto Leroy. Though they had their differences, yet he could never imagine losing Leroy. Not after he had discovered that Leroy was the same as the wolf from the island. Though he had his doubts in the first place when Leroy revealed himself, after the fight, he knew that Leroy was not lying to him. Though he still didn't know the full details of what really happened to Der, which caused the sudden transformation of his body, yet Damien didn't feel threatened by the existence of the wolf man. While he was worried and thinking of how to save his old friend, he suddenly heard a sound coming from Leroy. "Huh? Leroy, are you fine?" Damien became so alerted. He saw Leroy smiling softly at him. Though Leroy's eyes were closed, yet his face was filled with a smile. "Hu
Damien walked into the enclosed area. The old man lifted his drunk face to look at him. Damien walked over to the table, which had several bottles of alcohol on it. "What will you do now?" Damien asked, staring straight into the dull eyes of the man. "Who is this lad?" The man said in a slurry manner. "What will you do now when you know that I am back? I'm sure that you know that I won't let this slide." Damien continued. The old man threw his hand towards Damien, but he missed the hit. He fell forward, hitting his face on the table. Damien shook his head. His fifth uncle was pathetic. The man had always been like that. He never knew when to stop. Drinking for him was way beyond addiction. If there was any other word to call it. "This cheeky lad." The man mumbled, lifting his head again. "It is you, isn't it. Damien. The jinx." The old man pointed at him. It wasn't so farfetched. Though the fifth uncle was quite drunk and his eyes were as heavy as a mountain, yet he could stil
Damien had gotten into the yacht when he realised that he didn't know how to drive the yacht. "Oh shit." He cussed. He had told Leroy not to hire a driver that he was going to find his way around it. It must have skipped his mind. "I hope he's still out there." Damien wished. He hurried towards the stairs, which led out of the extrinsically furnished yacht. Suddenly, something occurred to him. At first, it was a feeling, but not long after, he felt a shade of light with splattered rays running through his cheeks and heating up the nape. He spun around to see what this is all about. Right in front of him, there was a system window hanging in the air. [Ping! Host can exchange a system function with the yacht-driving skill.]Damien stared at the screen for a while. The system had just told him that he didn't have to go and learn how to drive a yacht or call someone. He could exchange one of the functions of the systems to get the skill of driving a yacht. That sounded really tem
[Ping! Restoring system's activities.][Ping! Yacht-driving skill was exchanged with Map function.]Damien stared at the notifications pop-up of the system that was hanging in the air right in front of his eyes. He didn't know what to feel in precise. "The map function?" He quizzed. The map function was equally as important as the ZOOM function. He knew this, so it was quite hard for him to choose the perfect relation to this. What he had in mind while coming to the island this early was to first locate the cannibals before going to join the organisers of the party events. He didn't think that would be anyway possible anymore. How was he supposed to find them now that he didn't have the map of the system?He sighed. "Such a useless bitch!" He grunted, taking the window down. When he raised his head, he saw a set of few ladies standing at the opening of the island. He squinted his eyes to be sure whether or not he would be able to make a mental judgement of who the ladies were.
No matter how hard Damien thought about this, it didn't make any sense to him. He was trying so hard to recall the last time that he visited the island. The last time he was here was when he was with Ari. How many months has it been that he was gone from this island to bring such a drastic and mouth-watering change?If Vegas was a country founded on the concept of magical realism, he wouldn't have had to worry much. If Vegas had the spiritual roots like the Nether realm where places could be transformed in the blink of an eye. Where virtual locations could be created and made to replace the old scenes. If those were the cases, Damien wouldn't have been this alarmed. He wasn't only shocked by these changes. He was crushed by awe. He couldn't see through the window of the car. The glasses were tinted. He didn't make a fuss about it. Not long after, the car came to a stop. The young man stepped out to get the door for him. The young man was different from the driver. The man got the
Damien couldn't think of what to say. What was stunning was the fact that the men were right there!!! How did they find him? Did they put a tail on him to track him in case he left his suite?Damien didn't really know what to make of this. But what was more important was the fact that he had just been discovered by the organisers. "It's you, Mr Kevin." One of the men stepped forward. Damien didn't find any reason to hold back anymore. He closed the pace. "What are you doing here, though? We thought that you would be in your suite?" Another man asked. Damien knew that he couldn't tell them the truth. And even if he wanted to tell them a lie, he would have to be quite sophisticated with it. "Well, I was just curious about all of this. When I was escorted by that lad, I didn't have the opportunity to look around. The lad was quite impatient with his duty. I guess the beauty of this space could not keep me in one place. Hence, I came looking around." Damien defended. He wasn't sure
About an hour later, Damien was sitting in the adorned chair in the meeting hall. It was time for the meeting. There were distinguished men settled at the table with him. The men looked quite excited to see him. He, on the other hand, was worried about a number of things. ONLY IF I HAD THE MAP, ONLY IF I DO. He couldn't help but ponder this over and over again. "If you will, Mr Kevin. We will start the meeting now." A man said, leaning forward to the mic. Damien nodded at the man. He looked at each corner of the table. There was a generous number of men present. But he wasn't interested in counting them. "Forgive us for not asking about your experience while coming to the island. I know that you are a wealthy man who loves to travel a lot. You must have seen a lot of things, yet it would be lovely to know what your experience was." The man said, smiling at Damien. Looking at as many faces as he could, Damien could tell that the men were pleased with him. They were acting like d
Damien didn't react in a weird way. It's been a while since he had sex. Whenever he felt horny he would jerk off occasionally. It wouldn't be a bad idea if he just let himself go for this one time. After all, he would need his head clear for what he wants to do tomorrow. The five ladies rubbed their warm body on him, but he couldn't feel much because he was still putting on clothes. It was warm bodies to his hard suit. "Come with us." The ladies urged. One lady held the left arm, another the right arm, two at the front and one at the back. For a sheer second, he almost mistook the ladies for bodyguards instead of workers. He used the palmprint, and the door was pushed open. He was led straight to the room. With just one finger, he was pushed into the king-sized comfy bed. "Just relax, cutie. You don't have to do anything. Just stay relaxed." One of the ladies said. He wasn't planning to struggle with them in the first place. There were a whole lot of ways to have fun, but he had