Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 810 - 812

Chapter 810: Chapter 812

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.

He had faced strange things before, but this was different. The entity inside him had spoken, not just stirred, not just pressed against his thoughts, it had answered. That had never happened before. It had always been there, an unspoken presence, something he could feel but never fully understand. But now it had responded to the figure, as if recognizing an old enemy, or perhaps an equal.

Jude flexed his fingers and took a slow step forward. The city did not react this time. No pulses of light, no shifting walls. It had returned to its eerie stillness, yet it no longer felt abandoned. He knew now that he was not alone here. The figure had called it awakening, but Jude wasn’t sure what it was.

His instincts urged him to move. Staying in one place for too long felt dangerous. He began walking, his steps measured but purposeful. The buildings stretched high above him, their smooth, dark surfaces absorbing the dim light from the unnatural sky. There were no doors, no windows, only walls that seemed to exist without entry or exit.

He turned a corner and stopped.

The street ahead was different. Unlike the smooth, untouched roads he had walked before, this one was cracked. Faint, glowing lines ran through the fractures, pulsing weakly, like veins struggling to push blood through a dying body. The ground here felt older, like it had seen something the rest of the city had not.

Jude crouched, touching one of the glowing cracks. A faint vibration traveled through his fingers, a rhythm almost like a heartbeat. He could feel something beneath, something deeper. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing, trying to listen beyond the hum.

And then he heard it.

A whisper.

It was not a voice, not in the way humans spoke, but something far more ancient. A sound that carried no words, yet spoke volumes. It came from below, beneath the city, deep in the unseen foundation that held this place together.

Then, the crack beneath his fingers widened.

Jude pulled his hand back just in time as a sudden tremor shook the ground. The glowing lines pulsed brighter, spreading outward like roots seeking something unseen. He stumbled back, watching as the cracks continued to grow, branching out in jagged lines across the street.

A presence stirred beneath him.

Not the entity inside him.

Something else.

Jude’s heartbeat quickened. He took a step back, then another, watching as the fractures deepened. The hum beneath his feet became a growl, a sound so low it resonated in his bones.

Then the ground broke.

A section of the street collapsed inward, revealing a gaping darkness beneath. The air changed, heavy with something ancient, something waiting. The whispering grew louder, swirling around him like unseen hands brushing against his skin.

And then something moved in the darkness below.

Jude didn’t hesitate. He turned and ran.

The city, once motionless, reacted. The buildings pulsed with sudden energy, their surfaces shifting like rippling water. The ground beneath him trembled, not just from what had emerged, but from the entire structure of this place changing.

He glanced back once, just for a second.

A shape was rising from the fissure. Tall, thin, almost human but not. It had no eyes, yet he felt its gaze lock onto him. Its form flickered, shifting between something solid and something that did not fully exist in this reality.

Jude pushed himself faster. The streets twisted as he ran, the paths changing, redirecting. The city was trying to trap him.

The whispering grew into a chorus, layered voices pressing against his mind. Not words, not threats, just existence , an overwhelming pressure that made his thoughts feel slow, heavy. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus.

A structure loomed ahead, different from the rest. It was smaller, more grounded, almost resembling a human-made building. A doorway, an actual doorway, stood open.

Jude didn’t question it. He sprinted toward it, heart pounding, and crossed the threshold.

The moment he did, the noise stopped .

Silence.

Complete, suffocating silence.

He exhaled sharply, turning to look behind him. The streets were still shifting, the figure still moving in the distance, but it did not follow. It remained at the edge, watching.

Jude took a step back, letting himself breathe. His surroundings were different here. The walls were smoother, the air lighter, as if the weight of the city did not fully reach this place. The hum beneath his feet was softer, calmer.

He turned, surveying the room. It was empty, but not lifeless. There was something here, something waiting.

And then, for the second time, the entity inside him spoke.

"You should not have come here."

Jude’s breath caught.

"Yeah? Well, too late for that."

The air shifted. A soft glow pulsed along the walls, like veins of light responding to his presence. He felt something beneath his skin again, but this time, it was not a warning. It was recognition.

The city outside continued to shift, continued to move. But here, in this place, something was different.

Jude exhaled, steadying himself. Whatever was happening, whatever had awakened, this was just the beginning.