Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 797 - 799

Chapter 797: Chapter 799

His breath came slow and measured as he shifted his weight forward, taking another step. The entity responded in kind. The space around it bent , as though the very concept of distance meant nothing in its presence. And yet, it wasn’t closing in on him. Not exactly. It was simply existing in a way that aligned with him. He forced himself to focus on that detail. It wasn’t moving toward him ,it was following. That meant it wasn’t trying to consume him. It was waiting for direction .

Jude clenched his hands into fists, grounding himself. "What happens if I lead it?"

The man beside him didn’t hesitate. "Then it becomes what you shape it to be."

Jude’s jaw tightened. "And if I don’t?"

The man’s gaze was unwavering. "Then it will take shape on its own."

The implications hung heavy between them. Jude understood, even if he didn’t fully grasp it yet. This thing, whatever it was, had been locked away, contained, prevented from forming into something that could manifest in the world as they knew it. But now , now ,it had recognized him. A connection had been made. A bond, whether he wanted it or not. And that meant it was no longer just an ancient force beyond understanding. It was something that could become .

His pulse pounded in his ears. "Why me?"

The man didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was quieter, more deliberate. "Because you were always meant to stand at this threshold."

Jude exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "That’s not an answer."

The man’s expression didn’t change. "No," he agreed. "It’s not."

Another tremor passed through the chamber. The weight of it sent a shiver down Jude’s spine, but he didn’t step back this time. The entity remained in its strange, shifting form, waiting. Watching.

Jude ran a hand through his hair, exhaling through his nose. "So, I have to lead it."

The man inclined his head slightly. "Yes."

Jude glanced at him, something wary in his gaze. "And you? What’s your role in all this?"

The man held his stare for a long moment before answering. "I was here to guard it. To keep it from crossing the threshold before the right time." A pause. "Before the right person ."

Jude’s stomach tightened. "You’re saying you knew this was going to happen?"

The man didn’t confirm or deny it. He simply said, "It was inevitable."

Jude’s jaw clenched. "So, what now?"

The man gestured toward the entity. "That depends on you."

Jude turned his gaze back to it, feeling the weight of his own thoughts pressing against the edges of his mind. He still didn’t fully understand what this thing was, or why it had been waiting for him, of all people. But he did understand one thing: the choice was his. He didn’t know what it meant, not completely. But he knew, in his gut, that this moment ,this decision ,would shape something far greater than himself.

He took another slow breath. Then, carefully, deliberately, he stepped forward again.

The entity followed.

But this time, it wasn’t just mirroring him.

It was changing .

The pulsing mass of shifting space and darkness began to take on new forms, ones that flickered in and out of coherence, as though it were searching, testing , attempting to align itself with something that had yet to be fully realized. Jude could feel it , sense it ,not just in his mind, but in the very air around him. It was waiting for him to define it. To give it meaning. And that, more than anything else, sent a deep, twisting unease through him. Because he wasn’t sure what he wanted it to become.

His voice was barely above a whisper. "What if I make the wrong choice?"

The man’s reply was quiet. "Then the world will bear the weight of it."

A heavy silence stretched between them. The entity shifted again, flickering between undefined states. Jude felt something inside him tighten, an instinctive understanding settling into his bones. This was not just about power. It was not just about knowledge. This was responsibility .

His fingers curled at his sides. He had spent years searching for truth in the unknown, chasing mysteries no one else dared to touch. And now, he was the mystery. He was the unknown.

He met the entity’s gaze ,if it could even be called that ,and something in him clicked .

The moment he truly accepted it, the entire chamber seemed to breathe . The symbols on the walls flared brightly for a brief, blinding moment, then faded into darkness. The tremors ceased. The heavy pressure in the air lightened, just slightly. And the entity ,

It stabilized .

Not into something solid, not into something that could be named, but into something that no longer threatened to unravel at the edges of existence.

Jude let out a slow breath, feeling the shift settle into his bones. He turned to the man beside him. "What now?"

The man studied him for a long moment before speaking.

"Now," he said, "you begin."

Jude felt the shift in the air before he fully processed what had happened. The entity before him was no longer a formless mass of shifting void. It had taken shape ,at least, in some capacity. Not a solid one, not yet. But its presence had stabilized, and in some strange, inexplicable way, he knew it was waiting. It had aligned itself with him, and that knowledge sent a wave of unease rolling through his gut. He had no idea what that meant for the future, no clue what kind of consequences he had just set in motion. But there was no going back now.

The chamber had grown eerily silent. The strange symbols that once pulsed along the walls had dimmed, retreating into shadow as though they had fulfilled their purpose. The man beside him remained motionless, watching with an expression that was difficult to decipher. Jude exhaled slowly, trying to regain control over the rapid beat of his heart.