Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties

"Quite a building."

Damien stood at the front of the giant gate of the magnificent building.

"Explains why he's so arrogant and full of himself."

"But that is about to end. In the next few minutes."

He flipped the system window out. He was tempted to call out the superpower feature. He remembered the system telling him something about the superpower two days ago. He couldn't quite get the gist of it.

Also, there were quite the number of things which he was yet to figure out. But he had no time for any of them at that moment. If there was anything he wanted to do, it was to get things over with with Steven.

"That's quite a bad idea.'

He pushed the window back in.

"If I use the superpower, I would break his gate open. That would already prepare his mind for what is coming."

He shook his head.

"I can't spare him the luxury of that. He should be caught unawares. In shock. Yes, he should!"

He walked to the VAS of the house and pushed the bell. He could hear the chiming of the alarm traveling across the inside of the apartment.

Not long after, the gate for legs was pushed open by a man.

"Who is that person who has a death wish?"

A man dressed in black suits stepped out, glaring at Damien.

"Who are you? Are you new around here? Haven't you heard that you don't stand and stare at this gate for more than three seconds? But you also had the guts to push the button?"

The man took a pause as he looked Damien from head to toe. The glare seated in the man's face changed into contempt.

He stared at Damien like you do when you see a mound of shit! With less regard and humanity. Looking down on him.

"Did you come to beg money?"

The man walked closer, chuckling.

"Never knew it was true that boss really gives alms to y'all... but don't you think coming to his house like this is too much?!!"

Damien figured that the man didn't know him. The man must belong to another group of Steven's army.

"What if your mates find out about this? What do you think they'll do? Make this place a market place?"

The man grunted in frustration.

"But I won't be too hard on you."

Damien watched as the man dipped his hand into his inner pocket.

"Let's find something for you."

There was no money in the first pocket, so the man had to check the other one.

When he did, he brought out a fifty dollars bill.

"Go to one of these cheap restaurants and get something for yourself."

He reached out his hand to Damien.

"Go on, take it before I change my --"

Damien grabbed the man's hand in a handshake.

"Take the money and let go of my mind. Are you so poor and pitiful that you also needed a handshake?"

The man kept gloating.

"You poor little thing, how about I give you a hug. I'm a very generous ---"

Damien with a force in the man's hand, pulled the man into his chest and hugged him tightly.

"So rough, huh..."

again,

I've done enough. I have

of the man. He kept on holding unto the man. For real, you'd think that he was really in need of an emoted hug. He

doing too much... let go of me now before I

man was yet to add force. He was still all collected

go you freaking

pull away by force, but Damien's arms wrapped around

me or I'll call the rest of

and

Damien dared.

"At least try..."

"Ah---"

Damien was pressing his chest so tightly to his super

make a sound but he just couldn't. All the organs which were responsible for sound

put the last

the ground. Then he pressed the sole of his timberland boots to the

anything as second life... you'd choose your words wisely. You won't

put a considerable pressure on the

turd step out right now? What is taking him long? Is

a voice coming from inside the compound. The voice was getting louder which meant whoever that was, was coming

zoomed to

had just discovered something very recently. After the encounter with the Viakhus. After he had been healed by the system medic and had woken

the system out and tap on the features or beckon the skills out with his fingers. Then it

a part of him was wanting more predators to come and haunt him. Since he had discovered that every meeting with the system medic avails him another

compound, his eyes widened. No lie, the compound was

you, what are

time to talk. He didn't come for any of the men.

last time then smirked. He zoomed out of their presence towards

the hell

youth standing here just

the mansion; Damien was traveling in such great speed that he

that moment, he felt no pain... perhaps

It's Black

Italians are here. Protect

"Advance!!!"

the mansion. Like flies. Swarming

able to locate the room of Steven

might had had a rethink and open the door of the mansion instead of breaking it open, if only he had mastered the 'stop

like that. He observed the door of the

hand to the handle and turned. A current travelled from one of his

pushed the door open and stepped

the fuck do I have to repeat myself?! I don't

lying in a very huge bed, his back to the door. Damien

go

eyes almost popped out of his sockets when he saw Damien. But then

as though he was searching

didn't want to see them, should they leave

Steven grunted.

them a lesson when I'm back on my

though the latter was insignificant.

life, lad, tell me that you are here because that old fart sent you. If no, then you'd just walked willingly into a lion's den and would obviously

not here because of

his head, staring coldly

in the hallway, outside the

you. Allow us to come in... he's very dangerous. He's an

looked alerted, pushing his weak up violently to

500 Billion

took a pause. He was enjoying the look on

don't have to worry. It's just the money

gold statues? Are you insane? Do you know whom you are

not make

Steven ripped off the tiny medical pipe connected

to die... how dare

and throttled him, pinning him to the bed