Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 123

Suddenly, there came a pressure on Damien's neck. At first he thought it was a hand but the force seemed harder than what a human hand could do.

Damien thought he was dreaming. After all he was lying in bed, it was just seven in the morning.

When he opened his eyes to the hand strangling him, choking him close to death, he saw a man on him.

He couldn't tell the face of the man at once. The man had a mask on and didn't look like someone urban.

Damien didn't have time to ask questions or give answers to the basic questions like, who the fuck is that? Why was he doing that?

All he could think of was getting that bastard off his body else he would be strangled to death.

He held unto both hands of the man which was throttling him. He wanted to yank the hands off but the fellow seemed unusually strong.

Even if he wanted to call out the super power, he couldn't. How could he make his words when the larynx was in jeopardy!

He curled one of his knees up and kicked the man in the balls but the man didn't shake, let alone get off.

The struggle was real. Damien was shaking all his frame to get away from the ruthless hold. He didn't need to be told, whoever that was wanted him dead.

When the pressure on his neck got too strong that he was beginning to gasp for breath, having difficulty to maintain his breathing pace, his eyes glowed. When his eyes glowed, a strange current coursed through his body. And at that moment, he became more powerful.

He slowly and forcefully removed the hands of the man from his neck. Then kicked the man away from on top him.

Cough. Cough.

He needed time to get a hold of himself but he figured that he didn't have that. The man who had just been kicked away from him was already on his feet again, charging.

Damien jumped up and was now standing on the king sized bed.

"Superpower!!!"

He called,

[Ping! Activating the superpower.]

That family surge coursed through his spines and he knew that he was now a monster.

"You crazy bastard!!!"

He met the man in the air and throttled him, pushing him towards the nearest wall till he pinned the man to a wall.

Damien could now tell what the man looked like. The man had a black mask on which had no space for his eyes. The only hole in the mask was at the nose region. And from their came black fog.

"Who the fuck are you? Who sent you?"

Damien's eyes and face were all red in rage. But as much as he wanted to get this over with, he wanted to know who the fuck sent the man. As far as he could remember, the few days he'd spent in the urban world, he had tried to be kind. Why the fuck would someone do that to him?

While Damien was caught up between the claws of unwanted thoughts and bothers, the man put up one of his hands and out of it came a small round metal plate with sharp edges.

The man slapped the plate on Damien's chest, pressing it ruthlessly until it cut through the chest of Damien.

"Argggh!!!!"

Even though Damien couldn't feel the pain, he yelled in the fiercest anger you could ever think of.

At once, he let go of the neck of the man and grabbed the head. He put great pressure on the head of the man which was between his two palms.

He began to hit the head of the man against the wall. Over and over and over again. Yelling in rage.

He could hear the squishing and pulps the head of the man was making. He could even see the black fluid coming out of the nose region of the man. Yet, Damien hadn't had enough yet.

He stopped hitting the man's head against the wall... he pressed his palms together on the man's head putting a very great pressure, like you do when you want to squash an egg.

And in the blink of an eye the head of the man bursted open, squashed to mess.

Having had enough, he dropped the corpse and let it slid down the wall to the floor of the luxurious hotel room.

Damien staggered to his back and sat on the edge of the bed. The superpower was still coursing through his body. He still had several moments to go before the power would wane out.

He couldn't help but think about what had just happened.

"I can't even sleep in peace right now? Even in my sleep?"

He whined. It was hard for him to come to a conclusion no matter how hard he tried to. He stood up suddenly and walked to the corpse.

"Enough whining."

He made up his mind. He squatted by the corpse, then noticed something eating through his flesh.

"What's this?"

He pulled out the metal plate which had almost disappeared into his body. The plate was whirring. But when he held it, it stopped.

"A sharp rolling blade came out of his hand... he doesn't seem like a human."

He tossed the blade to a place where he could reach to it whenever he needed it again.

He made to remove the mask of the man. When he did, he threw his face to the side.

"Shit... why does he smell like microwaved shit?"

He looked back slowly to the head of the man which now looked like a pounded pulp. He couldn't tell for sure what the face of the man would had looked like.

"Arggh... fuck!!!"

He kicked the corpse to the side and it went crashing into the wardrobe in the far corner of the room.

He went to seat back on the bed.

"Who the fuck sent that bastard?"

He was about to flip the system window out when suddenly there came a collision behind him.

Before he could jump up and spun around, his instinct had kicked in and he was already taking the position which he had in mind;

The door of the hotel room had been broken open. And walking through the door were about twenty men who looked exactly like the one he had just killed.

"I'd be damned."