The mystery man
“I won’t be long.” He stood over the sleeping Wolf. He couldn’t take her home. Instead he brought her to the watchtower. Of course he couldn’t climb the tree with a wolf seating across his shoulders.
It was like he had known that something like this would happen or a situation like this was bound to be. He had built a small construction off the path which led to the watchtower. That was where he kept the wolf.
He hurried out to the foot of the watchtower and looked around. He saw a bunny and shot an arrow at it. He ran to pick it up. He rushed back to where the wolf was and placed the bunny there.
“I’m not sure when I’d be back. I have a lot to do. A man has to keep working if he doesn’t want to become a history while he’s still alive.”
He couldn’t believe that the first person he’d be quoting his Grandpa’s favorite quote to was a wolf. His grandpa was a man of wit like many old men. Since the old man couldn’t feed him necessities, he would feed him knowledge.
“Wake up early girl, the bunny would be smelly in few hours.”
(Ping! Tamed a wolf and won her heart. Host has unlocked the FEARLESS WILDLIFER skill.] He walked out of the construction and flipped out the window of the system. He wanted to call out the Navigator skill but then refused to. He swiped the system in and began to run in the direction of the beach.
His stomach started to make crazy beats. Rumbling and creating such strange melodies.
“This isn’t good.”
He slowed his pace. He wouldn’t be able to run again, he could feel a rush coursing through whatever gland led to his butts.
and decided
BE
was right. The side effect of the healing
DIDN’T THE
wasn’t for it. Yet, he needed to cultivate his natural prowess outside the system. He was done. He looked around him and
“Where’s it?”
the start of the beach, looking
did that, something unnecessary quickly paced his mind. He realized that what he was worried about earlier, speaking of cultivating his natural skills, wasn’t really relevant. That was what the System does; help him develop his natural skills. If the system gets broken, his innate abilities still live in
the sun was getting to its prime, yet it was strangely cozy. Not the strong breeze kind of cozy, but the
of the footprints. The prints he had just followed were those which belonged to the poachers. But here he was standing before the large body of water,
looked serious while saying it. What could he had gained if he joked when
it, it felt like he was missing something. Don’t ask him, there was a lot reasons to find the boat. What was in it, what was the poacher
along the line of waves probably he would find a clue. He was tempted, he wanted to remove his clothes and jump into the water naked. After all, he was the only one there. Oops! He wasn’t sure about that. Walking down that line for a while, he suddenly noticed a mark in the shore; a mark of something being dragged towards the jungle. “The boat? Who
the two questions he could think of as he began to follow the very conspicuous mark. He followed through
had one bullet. If he hadn’t used the rifle of the poacher, he wouldn’t have anything left. Though he couldn’t bring any
anymore. Before now, he would feel fear lingering in the dark corners of his mind but would deny it an audience. But now, there was nothing
to the foot of a large tree. He looked around it but found nothing. Suddenly, he felt a liquid drop on his shoulder. Before he could look, he heard swift movements on the tree… next he saw someone running