Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 804 - 806

Chapter 804: Chapter 806

She tilted her head slightly. "It’s not just something you carry. It’s something connected to you."

Jude exhaled sharply. "I didn’t ask for it."

"Doesn’t matter."

His jaw tightened. "So what’s your point?"

She studied him for a moment, then took a step forward. "My point is, the people watching you ,they know what happens when someone like you doesn’t learn to control it. And they aren’t going to wait forever."

Jude forced himself to stay still, to ignore the instinct to step back. "And what? You’re offering to train me?"

Her lips curled slightly. "I’m offering to make sure you don’t end up like the others."

Jude knew there was more to it than that. There always was.

But he also knew he didn’t have many choices left.

He nodded once. "Fine."

She studied him a moment longer, as if making sure he understood the weight of his answer. Then, she turned toward the door. "Be ready when I come back. And don’t let anyone see you leave."

She slipped out, leaving only the faint trace of something unspoken behind.

Jude locked the door, turning back to the entity.

It hadn’t moved, but he could feel something from it. Something expectant.

He let out a slow breath. "Guess we’re doing this."

The entity remained silent, but he swore it was listening.

The next night, he followed her instructions, slipping through the city unseen. She led him through streets he didn’t know, deeper into the bones of Leonork where the buildings pressed in close and the air smelled of rust and forgotten things. He had grown up in these streets, but even he didn’t recognize some of the paths she took.

She moved like she belonged here, like she knew exactly where the shadows fell and how to use them. Jude didn’t ask where they were going. He just followed.

Eventually, she stopped in front of an unmarked door, old wood and steel reinforcements. She knocked once, then twice, in a rhythm too practiced to be coincidence.

The door opened.

Inside was something between a safehouse and a battleground. The walls were lined with weapons, old documents, things that didn’t belong in the same place but somehow did.

A man sat at a table, his gaze sharp even in the dim light. He looked at Jude, then at the woman.

"This him?"

She nodded. "He needs training."

The man’s gaze didn’t leave Jude. "And he’s ready for that?"

Jude didn’t look away. "If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here."

The man considered that for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. Let’s see if you’re worth the time."

Jude didn’t flinch when the first attack came.

He moved on instinct, the knife in his hand before he had even thought about it, the blade catching the dim light as he blocked the strike. The man was fast, but Jude had spent too long surviving to be caught off guard easily.

Still, it didn’t take long for him to realize he was outmatched.

The man wasn’t just fast, he knew where Jude would move before he moved, his strikes precise, his control absolute. Every time Jude thought he had an opening, it closed before he could take advantage of it.

The fight ended when the man caught his wrist, twisting just enough to send the knife clattering to the floor.

Jude barely kept himself from staggering.

The man released him, stepping back. "You’re not bad," he admitted. "But you’re fighting like someone who’s used to surviving."

Jude exhaled sharply. "That’s what I do."

The man shook his head. "Not anymore. If you want to make it through this, you need to stop thinking like someone running from a fight and start thinking like someone who ends it."

Jude met his gaze. "Then teach me."

The man studied him, then nodded.

The training started immediately.

Jude learned fast, because he had to. There was no easing into it, no slow understanding, just instinct, just survival honed into something sharper.

The woman watched from the sidelines, offering corrections where needed, but it was the man who did most of the teaching. He pushed Jude beyond exhaustion, beyond limits Jude hadn’t even known he had.

But the entity was watching too.

And it was changing.

At first, it was subtle. The way it moved, the way it responded to his movements, almost like it was learning with him. Then, it became more.

The first time it reacted in real time, Jude nearly lost his footing.

He had thrown a punch, but before he had even completed the movement, the entity moved with him, a fraction of a second faster, a blur of darkness that struck the target before his fist even connected.

The impact sent the man stumbling back, eyes narrowing slightly.

Jude looked at his own hands, then at the entity.

The woman’s voice was calm, but firm. "You’re starting to sync."

Jude met her gaze. "What does that mean?"

She studied him for a long moment. "It means we’re out of time."

The city was breathing in its own rhythm, a pulse of distant sirens, muted conversations, and the occasional flickering of dying streetlights. Jude had always known Leonork had secrets, but now he was beginning to understand just how deep they ran. The training had pushed him past exhaustion, but that wasn’t the real challenge. It was the entity, its awareness was growing, shifting in ways he couldn’t fully understand. And now, after what had happened in that last fight, he knew it wasn’t just adapting. It was responding to him.

He hadn’t slept. There was no way he could. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt it moving in the corner of his mind, not as an invader but as something closer, something more connected than he had ever wanted. It wasn’t just a thing that followed him anymore. It was with him. The thought made his stomach tighten.

By the time morning came, he was still sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at the faint silhouette of the entity against the dim light creeping through the window. He didn’t know if it ever rested, if it had a concept of time the way he did. But it was waiting. Watching.