Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 809 - 811

Chapter 809: Chapter 811

A wind that didn’t belong to this world whispered through the empty streets, carrying the echoes of something distant.

Jude took a slow step forward, his heartbeat steady but cautious.

Where am I?

The entity stirred but did not answer.

He knew one thing for certain.

Whatever this place was, he wasn’t alone.

And someone, something, was already watching.

Jude remained motionless, listening to the unnatural wind as it carried the echoes of something distant, something waiting. His breathing was steady, but his hands trembled slightly. The city around him was quiet, too quiet. It felt abandoned, yet not entirely lifeless. The buildings, towering with dark metal and strange, curved designs, seemed too intact for a place long forgotten. No debris, no signs of decay. Just silence. The sky above pulsed with faint streaks of unnatural colors, shifting and twisting like oil over water. He didn’t belong here, and yet, he was here.

He took a slow step forward, testing the ground beneath his feet. It was solid, but unfamiliar, as if it had been made for something other than human footsteps. He could hear the faint hum of energy beneath the surface, like a heartbeat buried deep within the foundation of the city. The entity inside him stirred, a quiet presence observing, waiting. He wanted to ask where he was, but he already knew the answer would be silence.

Then he felt it, eyes on him.

Not literal eyes, but a presence. Something watching from the edges of this place, just beyond his line of sight. He turned sharply, scanning the empty streets, but there was nothing. No movement, no shadows flickering between the buildings. Yet the feeling remained, pressing against his senses like unseen hands reaching for him.

He walked forward cautiously, his footsteps barely making a sound against the strange ground. The air was thick, heavier than normal, as if it carried something beyond just oxygen. There was a charge to it, a static hum that vibrated just beneath his skin. He reached out, touching the wall of one of the buildings. It was smooth, cold, but not metal. Something else. Something alive. The moment his fingers brushed against it, the surface rippled, a pulse of light spreading outward like a reaction to his touch. He jerked his hand back.

A deep, low sound vibrated through the air. Not a noise, but something more profound. A response.

He wasn’t supposed to be here.

The thought wasn’t his own. It came from somewhere else, somewhere deeper.

Then the city shifted.

The buildings, once motionless, seemed to breathe. The structures groaned, their surfaces shifting ever so slightly, like living things awakening from sleep. The light that had pulsed beneath his touch began to spread, moving through the walls, traveling like veins carrying some kind of energy.

Jude stepped back, heart pounding, but he didn’t run.

The watching presence grew stronger. This time, it wasn’t just a feeling, it was real. A shape moved in the distance, a dark figure blending into the unnatural hues of the city. It didn’t walk. It flowed , shifting between places like the shadows he had seen before. But this one was different. It had weight. It had a purpose.

He clenched his fists. "Who are you?"

The figure did not answer with words. Instead, it stopped, standing at the far end of the street. The space between them was empty, yet charged with something unseen. A challenge. A warning.

Jude felt the entity inside him stir again, stronger this time. It wasn’t fear. It was recognition.

Then the figure moved.

Not toward him, but around him, flickering in and out of sight with unnatural speed. Jude turned, keeping his stance firm, refusing to let panic take hold. He had seen creatures that moved like this before. But this one felt different. It was testing him. Watching him as much as he was watching it.

Then, it spoke.

Not with words, not with sound, but with something deeper. A voice inside his mind, layered and ancient, pressing against his thoughts like a heavy weight.

"You are not supposed to exist."

Jude’s jaw tightened. "Yeah, I keep hearing that. Starting to think I don’t care."

The figure stilled. The shadows around it flickered, like the shifting static of a broken signal. Then, it stepped forward. This time, it moved like a person. Solid. Real.

"You carry what should not be carried."

Jude didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe for a moment.

The entity inside him shifted, and for the first time, it responded, not just as a presence, but as a voice.

"Neither do you."

The world tilted.

The air cracked, the sky above twisted, and suddenly, everything was wrong. The city reacted, the ground beneath them trembling as if it recognized what was happening.

The figure, whatever it was, flinched, its form flickering more erratically.

"You have awakened it."

Jude didn’t know what it was, but he could feel it now. A pulse beneath his skin. A presence deeper than anything he had ever felt before. It wasn’t just the entity inside him. It was something more.

The figure took a step back, then another. I wasn’t afraid. It was calculating.

"The others will come."

Jude felt his pulse spike.

"Let them."

The figure did not answer. Instead, it vanished, dissolving into the air like it had never been there at all.

And then, the silence returned.

Jude exhaled slowly. The city was still. The buildings no longer breathed. The unnatural colors above had dimmed, as if the moment had passed. But something had changed. He could feel it in the way the air pressed against his skin, the way the ground hummed beneath his feet.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

Something had shifted.

And whatever came next, he knew one thing.

There was no turning back now.

Jude remained still long after the figure had vanished, his breath controlled but his body tense. The silence that followed was not empty, it was heavy, dense with the presence of something unseen. He could feel the city itself adjusting, shifting in ways he could not fully comprehend. The hum beneath his feet was fainter now, like the last echoes of a conversation that had ended abruptly. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the tension, but it clung to him, a weight he could not remove.