Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 802 - 804

Chapter 802: Chapter 804

It was power. Not magic, not spirit, but something older, something beyond the understanding of those who would try to define it. And it was bound to him now, not just by accident, but by choice .

Jude clenched his fists, grounding himself. "If you chose me, then you follow my rules," he said, voice steady. "You don’t act unless I tell you to. You don’t take unless I allow it."

The entity flickered again. Agreement? Rejection? He didn’t know. But it did not resist.

That would have to be enough for now.

Jude turned and left the site. The streets of Leonork greeted him once more, the neon glow of signs reflecting off rain-slick pavement. He kept his head low, moving with the ease of someone who knew the city’s rhythm. But even as he walked, he could feel it ,eyes watching, shadows moving where they shouldn’t.

Whoever had warned him before was still out there. Waiting.

Jude didn’t intend to give them the satisfaction of striking first.

He made his way toward the southern district, where the city’s undercurrents ran strongest. The kind of place where information could be bought with either money or blood. Tonight, he had little of the first and none to spare of the second.

The bar was tucked between two buildings, its entrance unmarked, known only to those who needed to find it. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and something heavier ,something unsaid. The people here were not ordinary citizens. They were fixers, mercenaries, people who dealt in the city’s secrets.

Jude scanned the room before spotting his target.

A woman sat in the corner, half-shadowed by the dim light. Her posture was relaxed, but Jude knew better. He had seen her work before. She was as dangerous as she was perceptive.

Jude approached, sliding into the seat across from her. "Rin."

She looked up, eyes sharp as they took him in. "Jude. You look like someone who’s in trouble."

"Not yet," he said. "But I will be if I don’t get ahead of it."

She tilted her head. "And you think I can help?"

Jude leaned forward. "I need to know who’s watching me."

Rin exhaled through her nose, thoughtful. "That’s a broad question. There are plenty of eyes on you these days. Some are just curious. Others..." She gave him a pointed look. "Less so."

"I need specifics."

Rin considered him. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slid a small device across the table. A recording.

Jude pressed play.

A distorted voice filled the space between them.

"...he’s made contact with it. No interference until confirmation of control failure. If containment is required, proceed immediately."

Jude’s grip tightened around the device. "Who sent this?"

Rin shrugged. "Couldn’t trace it completely. But whoever it is, they’re not amateurs. And they’re waiting for you to slip."

Jude closed his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose. They weren’t going to make a move unless they were sure he couldn’t control it. That meant they were still gathering information. That meant he had time.

Barely.

Rin studied him. "I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what you picked up this time?"

Jude gave her a flat look.

She smirked. "Didn’t think so."

Jude pocketed the device and stood. "If you hear anything else ,"

"You’ll owe me," Rin said, her smirk widening slightly.

Jude sighed. "Of course."

He left the bar, stepping back into the cold night. The entity followed, silent as ever. But now, Jude knew the truth. They were waiting for him to fail.

He had no intention of giving them the satisfaction.

The sky over Leonork was bruised with the deep blues and purples of early dawn, a thin mist curling between the buildings like the breath of something ancient. Jude moved through the empty streets, his steps steady, his mind anything but. The entity remained close, its presence felt more than seen. Now that he had acknowledged it, it no longer drifted as aimlessly as before. It was waiting, patient in a way that suggested it had waited far longer than he could comprehend. That was what unsettled him the most.

The weight of the recording in his pocket made his thoughts heavier. Someone was watching him, waiting for him to fail. If they were planning containment, that meant they had an idea of what the entity was ,or at least what it could become. Jude still didn’t know how deep this went, but he knew one thing for certain: he couldn’t afford to be someone’s experiment.

He took a longer route back to his apartment, doubling back twice to see if anyone followed. There was nothing but the usual city sounds ,distant engines, the hum of neon signs, the occasional siren. But just because he couldn’t see them didn’t mean they weren’t there. He had been in this game too long to believe in safety.

By the time he reached his building, dawn had fully arrived, bathing the city in its cold light. He didn’t go straight inside. Instead, he leaned against the wall near the entrance, watching the street, searching for something out of place. A flicker of movement caught his attention ,too smooth, too deliberate. Someone was watching.

Jude exhaled slowly, forcing his posture to remain loose. He didn’t look directly at the watcher, didn’t give any sign that he had seen them. Instead, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, making his way to his apartment.

He locked the door behind him and didn’t turn on the lights. His room was small, sparsely furnished, just a place to exist in between jobs. He had never cared much for comfort, only necessity. And right now, necessity meant figuring out his next move.

The entity lingered in the dim light, still as ever. Jude stared at it, arms crossed. "Are you going to give me anything useful?"

It didn’t respond. It never did. But something about the way it shifted, the way it seemed to lean toward him, made him wonder. Did it want something from him?