Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 22

Poachers

Damien was smiling as he walked in the direction of the watchtower. The fresh memories of Allison on top of him left him grinning like a virgin goat. Truth be told, he had never had such a wonderful sex in his entire life.

Bring back history? If it wasn’t because of the crash-landing and the System, bruh would still be a virgin running errands, getting sacked by one club to the tossed to another.

Being a helpboy of the BMX group was a sheer luck!!! It was something he had cherished all his life before now. It was like going to prom with the hottest girl in high school. Forget about the pain and humiliation, no loser had been ever close to the BMX girls like him. Plus the pay was great too. Through BMX he was able to save his ass off and pay for his Grandpa’s surgery. The last time he saw his Grandpa was in the hospital. He was relieved that he must have been treated by now if everything was fine back at home.

These random thoughts which had just popped up in his mind were just kind reminders that eventually he would have to leave this island.

BUT BEFORE LEAVING, LET’S SET THINGS STRAIGHT AND GET POWERFUL FOR THE OUTER WORLD, IF THERE’S ANY.

He was now at the foot of the Boabab tree, on which the watchtower was built. He was going to start climbing when suddenly he heard whining behind him. He stopped.

“What was that?”

He turned in the direction of where he thought he heard the sound from. Nothing came again.

“Was my ear playing tricks on me?” He started climbing up the tree. Then again he heard the sound. But this time, it was more of whimpering than whining. He was convinced now. He slid down the tree and flipped out the system window. He scrolled up and called out the Navigator skill with his index finger.

He had realized recently that, while he could activate features, he could call out skills whenever he needed them. But some of the skills seemed innate already. It seemed like as the days goes by, the skills grow on him just like the system and start becoming a part of him. With the Navigator skill, he began to edge in the direction of the prints. “This is no human print.”

He knelt by the print and touched it. When he did, the green prints faded off.

He stood up and began to trail it till got to a place where there were creepers. The shrubs there were taller than the usual he had seen before.

“Where is it?”

The navigator’s print had all faded off, which meant whatever or whoever was making the sound must be there somewhere.

He turned his back, looking around. Suddenly, he heard from behind him.

“Oh shit.”