The Castaway

[Hours Earlier]

"Haa… this is so frustrating!" Damien Lawcroft growled as he walked through the dry forest.

It had been a week since his humiliating defeat at the hands of Jared Leonard, and he was still not over the loss.

Still, he was smart enough to know when to retreat and when to retaliate.

At this point, it was time for the former.

"I better stay low-key…"

It was for this very reason that Damien had not made any noticeable move all week. He no longer had any influence, and his network had been cut off thanks to Jared's plan.

The man had no idea what his enemies were planning, so he trod carefully.

'I had a feeling they would have found my base, so I decided to teleport to my auxiliary safe zone.' White fog escaped from his nose and mouth as he exhaled the cold air.

It was quite cold in the South-eastern edge of the world, but not unbearably so.

Damien's Original Magic worked like a switcheroo. He could exchange positions with any object he had marked.