Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 85

Damien made sure to wake up as early as possible. For the meantime, he had dumped the thought of returning to that creepy island. He hadn't arrived at a conclusion. He wasn't sure how he was going to get rid of those weird scorpions either. He never forgot the reward promised by the system if he was able to have his way. He gulped.

He had made up his mind to do one thing at a time. He refused to further juggle so many tasks together. He had convinced himself that if he was able to concentrate on one task at a time, there would be focus and efficiency.

And at the moment, the task on ground, which he had waked up early to, was the clothes of Cannibals. By the end of the day, he should be done.

It was a sane realization to knuckle under that if he was able to complete the civilization task, he would have more than enough skills to rid predators off the small island.

He had brought out the machine needed for the task and began to weave the bast fibres which had been processed. It's been almost a week, it was the best time to get the work rolling.

To save himself of stress and trouble, he had made his working space the small room on the watchtower. A Cannibal was still at the foot of the tree watching. He didn't have much to worry about, regarding the girls.

"In about six hours I should be done with this."

He had exchanged points for the best SEAMSTRESS skill before now. He worked quickly and passionately.

As he worked, he couldn't help but think of the girls. What Ayisha said to the girls remained fresh on his mind as though he heard the words few seconds ago. And it's already a day past.

"Why should I worry about what they do?"

He quizzed, not for a second lagging on the work. He couldn't afford letting the time burn away.

"I think I should? Since Ayisha is interested, the girls would want to turn every block. Which means, Claire must have told her about the tree."

He shook his head. He didn't quite agree with that. Probably he thought he was thinking too much. But wasn't that the reasonable fact to knuckle under?

"Maybe, maybe not. Well, whatever it may be, they can't find me. I should keep the Cannibal watching. Let's see how smart the girls are."

He was so confident of his skills. He knew he might be taking unnecessary risks. Like he took and ended up with a fake-death coupled with all of this.

"I swear. The one-month celebration would had turned out great if it's not because of that crazy ---"

He realized that he was wastingtime. At that moment, the burning heart had made him stop weaving.

"This won't do."

He resumed working. With more dexterity.

"I should trouble them the more. Yes, I won't go easy on them."

His eyes squinted in an unjustifiable rage. Obviously he could see how worried some of them were about him.

He swept all the thoughts into a bowl and hurled it over his attention. By doing that, he could get the best of his work.

After four hours, he was sweating profusely and had finished thirty pieces of clothes. He groaned and dropped on his back, leaning.

"Arrghhh... I'm dying."

He felt pain in his legs. His legs felt stiff. It seemed as though he was suffering from muscle spasms. He had been taking the same position for four hours.

"That's enough for the day. That should do. I'm a king, not their slaves."

He argued as though there was someone saying otherwise. After he had had enough of the rest, he sat back up.

"I'm done for the day. I can't go any two hours further. I'd collapse. I don't give a fuck if they are ---"

He realized that he was doing too much. He took in a deep breath.

"Okay. Maybe I would continue tomorrow or something."

He got up. He dropped on his butts again.

"Oh shit... my legs."

He had to wait for a couple minutes to straighten out his legs and massage them to be able to get back on his feet. Diary of a jungle boy!

He got up back again, and tapped his legs on the floorboards, in an attempt to help the blood circulate. He moved forward and leaned on the window of the room through which he looked to see what was going on far ahead of him. There was another window behind.

A part of him wondered why none of the girls came around there.

"That's a good thing. I'm not worried about them."

He grunted and sneered as though someone said otherwise.

When he was certain that he was strong enough, he walked back to the woven clothes and packed them up. He put them in a sac and hurled the sac across his shoulder, down his shoulder blade. His fisted left hand, holding the opening of the sac together.

He activated the invisible feature before stepping out of the room. He climbed down the watchtower and dropped beside the Cannibal.

"Come with me."

He called at the Cannibal who turned at once, bowing.

"Is that you, Lugal, divine one?"

"Meet me at your village."

He changed his mind and zoomed like the wind away from him to the village of the Cannibals. When he got to the fallen fences, he hesitated.

"Should I have waited for him? Should I go back to him."

He shook his head.

"Why should I?"

It seemed as though he didn't care whether or not the Cannibal heard him clearly before he'd zoomed off. Something seemed to be taking a toll on him. Like it was on the girls.

It's safe to say that not only the girls have changed, but the king of the Cannibals too, Lugal, the Divine one.

He zoomed again through the village. Was it strange that he already knew where the Cannibals would be?

He got to the hut. The hut where his body used to be lain. His jaw dropped when he walked to the front of the open door.

All the Cannibals were feasting on another Cannibal who was still very alive. His eyes bulged heavily at his sockets as though they would pop out of their places.

He watched as the Cannibal being feasted upon groaned and wrenched in pain, yet wouldn't get up.

He watched how wild claws dug into the side of the Cannibal and plucked out a thread of intestine. He lost it,

"What the fuck are you doing!!!"

He yelled so loudly on top of his voice. But he had forgotten that he was using the invisible feature.

OH SHIT.

He flipped the system window out, and activated the new feature. Plus he added calling out a particular skill too.

He needed to act fast, he could see a Cannibal who was about to dig his fingers into the sockets of the one being feasted upon; about to pluck his eyes out!

Now visible, Damien decided not announce his return by words... instead, he zoomed to their midsts and did some crazy but smooth movements. And in the blink of an eye, several Cannibals were sent flying in the air, out of the hut, crashing into every corner.

When he landed, it was by the head of the poor Cannibal. The fact was that he had no idea what was happening. Why the Cannibals were doing that. Plus he didn't know if he was late. Whether or not the Cannibal would survive.

"Lugal..."

"It's Lugal..."

"Mighty Lugal..."

He heard the Cannibals make a hymn of his praises as soon as they saw him. They began to hurry to him.

Damien didn't for once enjoy that moment. He was so pissed to the core. How could they be so barbaric. What explanation would they give for eating their own brother alive? He probably couldn't wait for their responses.

But at that moment, he had something else which was bothering him.

He flipped the system window out and scrolled through.

"What's it... where's it..."

His finger suddenly hovered over a skill,

"This must be i--"

He couldn't complete the words when he realized that he was at odds.

"Fuck, the WILD DOCTOR SKILL is still locked."

He grunted in displeasure, almost kicking... then remembered that he could be doing the worst. He might kick the Cannibal which he was trying to save.

His eyes turned red. He was very enraged. He could smash a mountain into particles with that level of rage.

He walked past the groaning Cannibal to the head of the Cannibal. He got to the head, throttled him and lifted him off the earth, into the air,

"You fucking retard... why did you do that? Why are you eating your brother!!!! You bastard!!!"

He realized that he was putting a great pressure on the neck... he could either crack the Adam's apple or choke him to death.

He dropped the nearly 700 pounds Cannibal on the earth and turned away, rumpling his hair in rage. He was really worked up!!! His level of anger seemed to be skyrocketing.

"Lugal... kill me... I was wrong... I was wrong..."

"Speak in plain words, you bastard..."

Damien snapped back at the head of the Cannibals, turning to him.

"I was wrong to think that you left us. I was wrong to think you were taken away from us... we went searching everywhere... even the Queen's place. We couldn't find you."

"What does that have to do with eating your brother, you retarded jerks!!!"

He was getting more and more impatient. He wanted a plain answer. The more the Cannibal dilly-dally with words, the angrier he got!

"We have no other reason to live, Lugal. We've been living, and fighting with our lives to keep this island because we believed that one day our Lugal will come. And you came. But when you left, we thought we had no other reason to live... We agreed to do the last rites and wipe out our generation. For what reason should we live without a Lugal?"

Damien's lips paved in utmost dismay. He didn't care whether or not a fly could dance into the roof of his mouth. His expression was the merging of shock and disbelief. One emotion was at the mercy of the other.

"You mean, you are eating him... no... you plan to eat each other, one after the other because I didn't return? You mean you didn't plan to stop at this... you would keep eating..."

"WAAH... this is killing me."

Damien turned around. He couldn't quite contain the multitudinous emotions trampling on one another. Neither could he find the best way to express them. And that got him madder.

"What kind of stupid... crazy... dumb set of people are y'all???"

He stopped pacing. After all, no matter how hard he tried to understand, he couldn't. He was in akimbo now. He decided to let all the anger go.

BUT WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T THE SYSTEM TELL ME ABOUT IT? WHY DIDN'T IT TELL ME THAT THESE BASTARDS WERE BEING DORKS!!!

He couldn't wrap his head around the situation. No matter how hard he tried to, he just couldn't. He puffed a wave of air; to let out the choking frustration?

[Ping! Subjects' update; The subject in pain could not be saved. Host should give a peaceful shot at his demise...]

"What's this supposed to mean?"

Not only did Damien not care that he had spoken the words out loud, but he had contempt stalking his face. Contempt for the system which was just popping up.

He turned to the Cannibal who was still in pain. He would be telling a lie if he said he didn't understand what the system meant.

He edged closer to the Cannibal and leaned forward when he was close enough to its neck.

He throttled the neck and snapped it without much effort.

"Sorry mate, I had to do that."

He muttered to the corpse and stood up slowly. When he turned his back, he saw angry glares heating up the faces of the rest of the Cannibals.

They began to approach him.