Novels by Elga R

The afternoon sun on the Island of Death still felt like it was roasting the top of the head, but the heat in front of Arthur's VVIP hut was much hotter due to Xara's murderous aura.Even though she had agreed to make Clarissa her personal servant, the barbarian woman's territorial instincts had not completely faded. Xara sat cross-legged on a flat rock, staring intently at Clarissa, who was kneeling in the dusty dirt. Clarissa's hands, which usually only held Hermès bags and champagne glasses, were now trembling as they held a giant banana leaf."Fan properly, Skinny Twig!" Xara snapped. She intentionally kicked a pebble toward Clarissa's feet. "The breeze isn't strong enough! Are you a servant or a mosquito?! If you're this slow, I might as well make you crocodile feed!"Clarissa bit her lower lip hard to hold back tears. Sweat flooded her ruined haute couture dress. Her arms were extraordinarily sore, but every time she wanted to stop, the tip of Xara's spear pressed right against

"Personal property, you say?"Xara's voice echoed, piercing the suddenly silent atmosphere of the village square. Arthur's barbarian wife stepped forward. Her arm muscles tensed. The tip of her spear was pointed right at Clarissa, who was still cowering in fear on the stretcher."You forbade them from eating this white meat... because you want to keep her, my Husband?!" Xara growled. The fire of jealousy blazed fiercely in her eyes. To Xara, this woman from the city wasn't just a prospective side dish, but a prospective homewrecker!Clarissa let out a stifled scream, shrinking back until she bumped into a basket of wild yams. Let alone thinking about the inheritance battle in New York, now she was stuck in the middle of a cannibal tribe's blind jealousy drama!Cold sweat poured down Arthur's back. If he misspoke even a little, it wouldn't just be Clarissa's head separating from her body, but the small corporate kingdom he had just pioneered would be completely destroyed.The CEO's god

The midday sun felt like it was burning his skin, but that was nothing compared to the heat in Arthur's head.The CEO stood in front of a giant flat stone in the village square. Below his eyes were rather thick dark circles—the result of staying up all night thanks to Xara's snoring concert that successfully made the hut vibrate.In front of him, Xylok and several representatives from the Acquisition Department were sitting cross-legged, listening to Arthur's scolding with tense faces."Xylok, I've told you time and time again! Don't just throw away the slightly rotten wild yams!" Arthur tapped the stone with a twig in the style of a super annoying manager. "Cut off the rotten parts, and give the good leftovers to our captured boars for feed. This is called zero waste management! Do you guys understand raw material efficiency or not?!"Xylok hurriedly nodded in a panic until his bird skull crown tilted. "U-understood, Mr. Boss! Cut the rotten, give to the boars!"Arthur let out a long

"The left leg, or the right leg, my Husband?" repeated Xara.The exotic woman's voice sounded gentle, but her threat successfully made Arthur's blood feel like it stopped flowing. His shirt collar choked his neck even more. The CEO's sky-high prestige went straight into the trash can that very second. Faced with pure muscle, a pointless debate using corporate law articles clearly wasn't going to work."Okay, okay! Put me down first!" Arthur patted Xara's muscular arm in a panic. "We are adults, let's settle this at the negotiating table, not with a physical fight!"Xara snorted in amusement, but slowly loosened her grip. Arthur landed on the ground with slightly trembling legs, hurriedly straightening his shirt collar while clearing his throat to restore the remnants of his shattered dignity.Arthur's capitalist brain spun as fast as a supercomputer. He had to find a loophole to cancel this "hostile takeover"."Listen, Xara. The offer to be your husband is... very flattering, an honor

The midday sun felt like it was roasting the top of his head.Arthur stood in the middle of the village square, hands on his hips as he supervised his "employees" at work. Xylok, the makeshift HR Manager, was reporting the stock of wild yams and wild fruits using twig scribbles on the ground. On the other side, Grok and the Asset Acquisition Department team had just returned bringing two medium-sized deer caught from the trench trap Arthur had designed."Good work. This is what we call time efficiency," Arthur praised, nodding in satisfaction at the still-living deer. "Put them into the wooden pen I built yesterday. Don't kill them until we need fresh meat. Xylok, record Grok's team's performance today with an A grade!"Xylok hurriedly scribbled on the dirt, even though the old shaman had absolutely no idea what an 'A grade' was. What mattered was that Mr. Boss was happy and their dinner ration was safe.However, amidst his satisfaction of seeing his small kingdom starting to run syst

The morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the palm leaf roof of the VVIP hut. Arthur woke up, stretching his body which was still stiff from sleeping on a wooden cot.There was no aroma of espresso coffee this morning. There was also no personal assistant knocking on the door to read out his meeting schedule or stock reports. There was only a choir of forest birds and the smell of wet earth.Arthur snorted softly. He stepped out of the hut, straightening his dirty and torn shirt. Grok, the giant-bodied Cannibal Commander, was apparently already on standby, squatting in front of the door like a guard dog."Call all the elders and your men who can work," Arthur ordered without beating around the bush, his aura already back in big boss mode. "We're having a morning briefing right now in the village square."Fifteen minutes later, the village square that was usually quiet in the morning was suddenly full. Everyone gathered under the giant banyan tree in the middle of the village.T