Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 101

It seemed as though Damien's heart would crumble in his chest. He had no idea what to do yet, neither did he have the time to give it a thought. He knew it was the matter of time before the shark catches up with him. He could feel the rage and dark desire behind him. The wild rage fed by hunger.

He was lucky that he had a system. Else, his fine frame who had ended up in the jaws of the shark. With the help of the system, his body could move so swiftly as though he was been pushed by a very violent force.

He had jumped into the water in search of what to eat, but too bad, he had met what would eat him. What was so keen on wanting to eat him if he made a silly mistake.

[Ping! Host arriving at the shore.]

COULD THAT BE MY ONLY OPTION?

He didn't have the luxury of time to answer that question. He kept on following the lead of the force pushing his body till he went high up out of the water and landing on the shore.

The shark followed him into the air but lost him and dropped heavily into the ocean, making a very big splash.

"That crazy bastard."

Damien cussed. He just watched his life flashed before his eyes. That was a familiar scene, even though it was a different scenario. He was so used to it that he wasn't getting mad at that moment. Instead, he was looking for ways.

He should walk away from the ocean and go back to the cave. But he couldn't. He didn't want to. He wasn't the type who would give up. He wouldn't stop until he had killed the shark.

Plus why should he go famished? Why?

"I would deny myself of eating because of a psycho whale or shark? Never!!!"

He was determined. He began to walk along the shoreline of the ocean. He could still see the fin of the shark tracing the shallow part.

"This would make things easy. As much as I want the bastard, so does he want him."

Ask him how he knew the gender of the shark, and he would beat life out of you. His eyes were red, jaws stiffened, a shadow of determination, with a hint of rage stalking his face.

He still had the sickle in his hand. He looked away from it back at the ocean. He wasn't interested in the system at that moment. He felt something telling him that he could do it.

Plus, this was about starving. This was about the sense of survival. This was about admitting to be a coward. Oh, he hated those. He would give anything... whatsoever to get whatever he wanted.

"Fuck this!"

He increased his pace and began to run along the shoreline. The shark took the bait.

"Yes, that's right bitch!"

He seemed to have trouble sticking to one gender while referring to the shark, but it didn't matter to him at that moment. His heart and mind were clouded.

He kept on running, towards the part of the great mountain which lapped with the curves of the ocean. That part of the mountain which cut into the ocean, its waves constantly hitting it.

When he was close enough, he climbed-run on that side of the mountain, making sure to touch the steeps with the soles of his legs.

He did a wild throw of his body, making a thoughtful and long flip, backwards. He landed in the water.

"Did I... did I make it?"

He muttered, trying to steady himself. Suddenly, he felt something sharp poking at his thigh.

"Oh fuck!"

He wanted to flinch even though he had no idea what that was. Then the shark beneath him moved so drastically.

Damien got a grip of what was happening. What fate he had been caught in. What his situation was like.

He was seated, with his thighs between the first fin of the shark. He would have to push his body a little more to get what he wanted.

He did. But he could feel pain in his right thigh. He wasn't sure what that was. He didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't seem to care either. There was something more dangerous happening.

He was seated on the head of a shark! What could be more dangerous than that?

[Ping! Aqua Zone: Hold tight, the great white shark is about to dive deeper into the ocean.]

Damien didn't need to ask why. Of course the shark would have to resort to the weapon it had or knew how to wield, as would Damien if he was in its shoes.

And what could be better for the shark than to dive deeper into its environs, into the depth of its home, whose nooks and crannies it knew.

Damien was scared that he was at disadvantage. The deeper the shark went, the odd it was for him. The shark would always be at favor. Plus he didn't think he had a system backing him at that moment. The thought was scary but encouraging.

Not only was the shark going faster, but swifter and deeper.