Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 56

[Ping! Give your subjects a civilization and unlock a myriad of skills becoming the KING OF THE ISLAND. Gain 500000 experience points.]

"Huh?"

Damien suspended his arm in the air. He had been able to catch up with the wolf this time,and was about to plant a punch in her face when the system had suddenly popped up.

"Lucky you."

He pushed the wolf away, standing from his knees; he had slid on his knees through the sloppy earth of that corner of the woods. That way he was able to gain advantage on the wolf. Plus, he had activated the unusual speed skill.

~ just say that you are scared ~

Der sneered.

Damien didn't have to think further anymore. He already understood what the system meant by "subjects". Plus this mission came at the right time. He already had some unhatched plans in mind.

He didn't have time for the wolf either. He turned to her.

DER, GO TO THE APPLE TREE AND PICK AS MANY FRUITS AS POSSIBLE.

He handed a small bag to her.

TAKE THIS BAG. PUT THE COLLECTED FRUITS INTO THE BAG, THEN BRING THEM TO ME. I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO.

Der glared at him. Damien could tell by her cold eyes.

PLEASE?

He added. She turned away then and walked away.

"That bighead."

He watched her walk for a while then started running. His face involuntarily melted into a big smile as he watched her disappear from his sight.

Truth be told, he was grateful that he met her. What if he hadn't saved her? It would had been really difficult talking to himself here.

She was like the person he could talk to. He didn't trust the girls yet no matter how hard he tried to. Der was such a blessing to him.

He realized that he was wasting too much time on the thoughts.

"Oh, the system."

He took in a deep breath.

"If I am to give them a civilization, what is the major thing to start with?"

He thought for a while. Something suddenly dropped in his mind.

"Oh, yes. Clothes. They should have clothes. I can't have them dangling their huge dicks about... someone like Claire might be hungry for them."

He was able to arrive at something realistic. He was happy and eager to start this.

"I will become the king of this island?! Not only the king of the Jungle but King of the fucking island?!"

He hadn't really thought of it before. How couldn't he? Probably because he had been preoccupied with the thoughts of protecting the girls, keeping them unscathed till they leave the Island. Plus, he had been worried about getting more wealth.

Unlike the island and jungle where might and wisdom are equivalent to power, in the outer world, the real world, the richer you are, the powerful!!! That was an obvious detail he would never miss!!!

"Enough of the worries. Let's get to work."

He flipped the window system out and scrolled through. He stopped at a particular skill he was yet to buy.

"The SMOOTH SEAMSTRESS skill."

He muttered to himself. He looked at the points he had left. 20000 experience points left. He exchanged 5000 points for the SMOOTH SEAMSTRESS skill. He tossed the system window in.

Immediately he bought the skill, his mind was refreshed like you do to your PC. At that moment, he knew way too much about how to make a cloth, with what to make it, and the fastest process. Well, he'd bought the level three of the skill. What do you think?

"There are several things to make clothes from."

He started.

"Animal skin, fur, grass, leaves, bones, shells, leather, fibres, cotton etc."

He pursed his lips to stimulate his thoughts. He shook his head.

"I can't go through the stress of killing so many animals to scrape across their skin. That won't be good for the island either. It would affect the population of the animals. As much as it would reduce the risk of getting killed by a wild animal, it's a bad idea. After all, this was their home before we crash-landed here. Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties."

He laughed out loud at the last sentence.

"That should make a great title for a novel."

He nodded,

"Yes, I should write a book or pay someone to. I have been through quite an adventure."

He realized that he was wasting his time on the unnecessary thoughts.

"Making clothes out of leaves and grass is quite dumb. This isn't some sort of Sumerian period. This is the fucking 21st century."

"I think I can make do with fibres. After all, I can get them from the root of a tree. Especially the Bast Fibres. But I would need so many machines and tools to get it done."

He took in a deep breath. He wanted to do something great for the Cannibals.

He flipped out the system window again.

"Let's see."

He called out the system store out of other functions. Immediately he saw a loom he called,

"Yes!!! There you are. With a loom I would be able to weave something nice after going through other processes."

He pushed the store in again. He walked in the direction his instinct led him. He was headed to the Bast Fibres.

It was evening. The girls were seated on the spot they should be standing. They were obviously tired. Some of them had their crossbows seated on their shoulders, while some beside them. And there was Mira tracing her finger across the stock of the crossbow in admiration.

"Damien is such a genius. How was he able to do this?"

Mira couldn't help but make words of her admiration.

"Did any of you find what he did early cool? My pussy thumped like crazy. I wished I was Claire."

Evelyn was as shameless as ever.

"How could he do that though? He shouldn't had kissed her against her will."

Laurette was in for the complaint again.