Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 798 - 800

Chapter 798: Chapter 800

"This isn’t over, is it?" Jude’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

The man tilted his head slightly, considering him. "No. It’s only just begun."

Jude forced himself to meet his gaze, searching for something ,some sign of reassurance, some indication that he hadn’t just made an irreversible mistake. But there was nothing. No comfort. No certainty. Just the cold weight of reality pressing in on him.

His fingers curled into fists at his sides. "And what exactly am I supposed to do now?"

The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned his attention to the entity. It remained silent, still shifting subtly, as though adjusting to its newfound stability. The atmosphere in the chamber had changed, no longer oppressive but charged with something else ,something waiting.

"You are its guide," the man said finally, his voice calm, deliberate. "That was the choice you made."

Jude clenched his jaw. "I didn’t know what I was choosing."

The man’s gaze was unwavering. "Does it matter?"

Jude exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Of course it matters. I don’t even know what this thing is. I don’t know what it wants. What if it’s ," He cut himself off, shaking his head. "What if I’ve just unleashed something dangerous?"

The man studied him carefully. "Then it will be your responsibility to control it."

Jude’s stomach twisted. The weight of those words pressed down on him, sinking into his skin like a brand. Responsibility. He hadn’t asked for this. He hadn’t wanted this. But it didn’t matter, did it? Because it had happened. And now he had to deal with the consequences.

His gaze flickered back to the entity. It had stopped shifting. The darkness that composed its form had taken on a strange, almost fluid consistency, like liquid suspended in midair. It was neither solid nor incorporeal, existing in a state of being that defied explanation. But it was looking at him. He could feel it. Not with eyes ,he still wasn’t sure if it had eyes ,but with something deeper, something beyond physical perception.

It was waiting.

Jude inhaled slowly, steadying himself. He had to be careful. He had to think. If this thing was bound to him in some way, then that meant he had influence over it. The man had said as much , you are its guide . That meant his choices, his actions, his very thoughts could shape it. If he made a mistake, if he let fear or uncertainty dictate his decisions, there was no telling what he might create.

He took a slow step forward. The entity did not move. It remained where it was, still and watchful. Jude hesitated, then spoke.

"What are you?"

There was no response. Not in words, at least. But something brushed against the edge of his mind, a presence, a feeling. It wasn’t intrusive, not exactly, but it was there . A silent acknowledgment, as though it understood the question but did not yet have the means to answer.

Jude swallowed hard. His pulse thrummed in his ears. He could feel the tension in the room, the way reality itself seemed to hum around them. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was certain of one thing ,whatever this entity was, it was something new. Something incomplete.

It had been waiting for him. And now, it was his .

A shiver ran down his spine. The enormity of that realization settled over him like a heavy cloak. He turned to the man beside him, his voice low. "Is it dangerous?"

The man was silent for a long moment before answering. "That depends on you."

Jude felt his throat tighten. He had expected as much, but hearing it out loud made it real . He had no choice but to face the truth ,this thing, whatever it was, had been bound to him. And if he didn’t take control of it, if he didn’t define it, then it would define itself.

And that? That was a risk he couldn’t afford to take.

He turned back to the entity, exhaling slowly. "Can you understand me?"

Again, no words. But the presence in his mind shifted slightly, something that felt almost like a nod. A confirmation.

Jude felt a flicker of something unfamiliar ,something dangerously close to awe. This was real . This wasn’t just some theoretical experiment, some abstract puzzle to be solved. This was happening. And he was at the center of it.

He took another step forward. The entity remained still.

Jude forced himself to stay calm. He had no idea what he was doing, no clue what the right move was. But he couldn’t let that stop him. He had to take control of this. He had to lead .

He let out a slow breath. "Then listen to me."

The entity pulsed in response, its form shifting ever so slightly.

Jude’s heart pounded.

"If you’re bound to me, then that means you follow my will," he said carefully, watching for any reaction. "You don’t act on your own. You don’t harm anyone unless I say so. You don’t ," He hesitated, then firmed his voice. "You don’t become something you’re not meant to be."

The entity’s presence in his mind stirred, an acknowledgment. Agreement.

Jude felt the breath leave his lungs.

It had listened.

It had accepted .

Relief warred with lingering fear as he took a careful step back. The entity remained where it was, no longer shifting as erratically as before. It was stabilizing. Grounding itself in his presence, in his words .

The man beside him nodded, as if satisfied. "You’re beginning to understand."

Jude exhaled. "Not really."

A hint of amusement flickered in the man’s eyes. "Then let me be clear. This is no longer a question of what it is. It is a question of what you make of it."

Jude swallowed hard. He wasn’t ready for this. He didn’t think he could be ready for this. But ready or not, the choice had already been made.

He turned to face the entity fully. It remained still, waiting for his next move.