Title: Scumbag Billionaire
Author: Harper Kingsley
Story Landing Page: https://kimichee.com/novel-scumbag-billionaire
Just a few wisps, but it was enough to raise his flagging spirits. To know there was a possibility of making fire as long as he persevered.
– KEEPS WORKING AT IT
– CREATES A FIRE
Once he had fire, Ames knew he was back in business.
Now he needed to figure out how to boil water. Then he had to get hold of some food. Then he could worry about shelter. Comfort. And getting off this island.
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While he worked he was able to think.
He could see himself reflected in water. (Wavery, out-of-focus, and definitely not the him he should have been.) He could see his body and feel the differences with his hands.
It had been a long time since he had a healthy body, but this body was not his. Nowhere near his memories.
He was in the body of someone else. He didn’t know who, but he had to wonder.
Had he stolen someone’s body? Had he entered a dead body? Was this a new body created to house his wayward soul?
He knew nothing and he had no way to find out any information.
He didn’t even know if he was still in the world. For all he knew, this was a primitive world filled with magic and miracles. He knew nothing.
He was in an unfamiliar body on an unfamiliar island in a world he knew nothing about.
Ames pushed away the sense of panic and focused on the now. It was the only thing he could do.
Whatever else, survival was the main priority. Everything else was speculation and fantasy until he was able to contact the world off the island.
He focused on gathering food and bettering his shelter. Everything else was secondary.
It was the only way he could keep moving forward. By placing one foot in front of the other; step-by-step.
He would survive and then he’d figure out where and when he was. And whose body he was currently wearing.
Because that was something that was really bothering him.
He walked around in this body and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to feel. It nagged at him.
Were they still around, lingering in the darkened corners of his brain? Waiting to leap out? Or seep in?
He didn’t know anything with any kind of certainty. He was making things up as he went along, hoping he remembered his survival knowledge correctly.
He’d watched so many shows about surviving in the wild. But at some point they’d stopped doing the pop-up-video thing. They were rushing so fast to put together content that they showed the footage they’d filmed in the raw. Which made it really hard to figure out what was real and what was bullshit.
Without a clear-cut information bubble to tell him what was real and what was an ignorant person about to poison themself… He didn’t trust his survival knowledge.
For all he knew, he was already full of worms. Parasites with teeth and millions of babies. Some kind of bacteria lingering in the dirt that would destroy his organs and kill him because he didn’t have any amoxicillin.
TBC…
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