Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 808 - 810

Chapter 808: Chapter 810

Jude’s hands curled into fists. "And what if I don’t trust it?"

The man’s expression didn’t change. "Then you die here."

The shadows outside pressed closer, the wood of the house groaning under the weight of whatever was out there. The light overhead flickered.

Jude closed his eyes.

The entity stirred.

The world around him tilted, reality bending at the edges. He felt his body shift, felt something pull at the space between moments. He didn’t know how he was doing it, only that he was.

The door behind him wasn’t a door anymore.

It was something else.

Something older.

Something waiting.

The woman grabbed his arm. "Jude."

He opened his eyes. The old man was watching him, a knowing look in his gaze.

"Go," he said.

Jude didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward.

The world shattered.

And then, everything changed.

The first thing Jude noticed was the silence. Not the normal kind, where the absence of sound feels natural, but the kind that presses against the ears, making the world feel hollow and unreal. It was as if the air itself refused to carry noise, and even his own breathing felt muted. The shift had been instantaneous, reality bending in on itself the moment he stepped through. The door, if it could even be called that, had ceased to exist behind him, and now, he stood somewhere else entirely.

The ground beneath his feet felt solid but unfamiliar, as though it wasn’t quite earth, not quite stone. The space around him was vast, stretching endlessly in all directions, yet somehow enclosed. It was a contradiction, a place that shouldn’t exist, and yet here he was. A dim, hazy light illuminated the space, though there was no visible source. The sky, if it was a sky, swirled with dark clouds that never truly settled, twisting and shifting without ever dispersing.

He turned slowly, trying to take it all in, but there was nothing recognizable. No landmarks, no structures, just an expanse of endless, colorless void. Yet, despite the emptiness, he wasn’t alone. He could feel them before he saw them. Figures emerging from the fog-like air, moving toward him with slow, deliberate steps.

Jude’s pulse kicked up. These weren’t normal people. Their forms were distorted, flickering between shapes as if they couldn’t decide on a single appearance. Some looked almost human, others like twisted shadows of what a person should be. Their eyes, or the empty spaces where eyes should be, fixated on him, filled with something unreadable.

A voice whispered inside his head, familiar yet foreign. Do not run. Do not speak.

The entity inside him was awake, fully alert, its presence coiling around his thoughts like a second consciousness.

Jude’s body tensed as the figures drew closer, surrounding him without truly touching him. The way they moved felt wrong, like they weren’t walking but simply existing in different places from one moment to the next.

Then, one of them finally spoke, though its mouth never moved.

"You are not one of us."

The words didn’t come from a voice, not in the way he understood speech. They slipped directly into his mind, bypassing his ears entirely. It felt like an intrusion, like something slithering through his skull, forcing itself into his thoughts.

Jude clenched his jaw but didn’t respond.

Another figure tilted its head. This one was taller than the others, its form more defined, though still shifting at the edges.

"But you are not one of them, either."

More whispers, echoing through his head, overlapping, pressing in.

"You are in between."

"A mistake."

"An anomaly."

Jude’s fingers curled into fists. The entity inside him remained silent now, waiting. Watching.

He didn’t know what to say. If he even should say anything.

Then, the taller figure moved closer, stepping right up to him, and for the first time, Jude saw something within its shifting form, recognition.

"You do not belong here."

The words sent a shiver through him.

He finally spoke, his voice hoarse in the oppressive silence. "Then where do I belong?"

The figure did not answer immediately. Instead, it raised an arm, a long, claw-like hand extending toward him, not to harm, but to see.

The moment it touched him, something cracked open in his mind.

A flood of images, sensations, memories that weren’t his.

A world before this one. A time when these beings were something else.

A war.

A prison.

A betrayal.

The entity inside him reacted, and for the first time, Jude felt something like fear from it.

The figure pulled back sharply, the connection severed, and the air around them shifted.

The others, the ones who had been watching, began to stir uneasily, their forms flickering more rapidly.

The taller figure studied him, then whispered, "You were never meant to carry it."

Jude’s breathing was uneven. "Then why do I?"

The answer came not from the figure, but from within him.

Because something greater failed.

The voice of the entity. The first time it had spoken to him directly, instead of just whispering in warnings and feelings.

Jude swallowed. "What does that mean?"

The taller figure tilted its head again, as if listening to something beyond what Jude could perceive.

Then, it stepped back.

"They will come for you."

The others moved as one, dispersing back into the swirling mist, their presence retreating as quickly as they had appeared.

Jude turned, trying to make sense of what had just happened, but before he could even form another question, the world around him shifted again.

A pulling sensation, like being dragged through space without moving.

And then,

He was somewhere else.

This time, the world felt real again. The ground beneath him was solid, the air breathable. But it wasn’t the world he had left behind. The sky overhead was unfamiliar, streaked with unnatural colors, and the structures surrounding him were unlike anything he had seen before. Tall, curved buildings made of dark metal, standing in silence, devoid of life.

He was in a city, but not one meant for humans.