Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 814 - 816

Chapter 814: Chapter 816

A surge of energy exploded from within him, not something he controlled, but something instinctual. The air crackled as the entity pushed back , sending a shockwave of force outward. The creature recoiled, its form unraveling slightly, the abyss of its face distorting as if in pain.

Jude took the opening. He didn’t know how or why, but the entity was reacting to the creature’s existence, and that meant it had power over it. He reached inside himself, grasping for that force, for the thing that had always been a part of him but had never truly belonged to him.

The moment he did, the world shifted .

For a brief, terrifying second, he saw something else, another place, another time. A vast, endless void filled with fractured shapes and whispering voices. A prison. A graveyard of forgotten things. And at the center of it all, the tower.

The source.

Jude gasped, snapping back to reality just as the entity inside him pulled . The creature before him let out a soundless scream, its form writhing as it was dragged toward him, consumed by the force that now surged through his veins. For a moment, he thought he might be taken with it, that whatever connection existed between them would pull him under as well.

But then, just as suddenly as it began, it was over.

The creature was gone. The city was silent once more.

Jude stood there, breathing heavily, his entire body trembling from the effort. The entity inside him was still , exhausted from the effort. But he had learned something.

The tower was not just a structure. It was the heart of all of this. The prison. The source. The thing that had created the broken world he now walked through.

And the entity inside him had come from it .

Jude clenched his fist, his resolve hardening. He didn’t know what awaited him at the tower, but one thing was certain.

He was going to find out.

Jude pressed forward, the silence around him thick and unnatural. The remnants of his confrontation with the creature still clung to him like a second skin, the sensation of the entity’s power surging through him lingering in his muscles. His breaths were even now, controlled, but there was no denying the shift within him. Something had changed. He had not merely repelled the creature, he had absorbed it, taken its existence into himself. He didn’t know if that was a victory or a mistake. The entity within him was silent, not in its usual dormant way, but as if it was recovering, retreating deeper into his being. He had pushed it to react, forced it to respond in a way it never had before. And now, it was hiding from him.

The city around him had settled, but it did not feel safe. The buildings had stopped warping, the sky had ceased its unnatural distortions, but Jude could still sense the unseen eyes upon him. He was being watched. Not by any singular force, but by the city itself. It was aware of him. It had acknowledged him.

The tower in the distance no longer seemed impossibly far. Whether it had drawn closer or he had unknowingly covered more ground, he did not know. All that mattered was that he was reaching it. The structure loomed like an open wound against the sky, shifting between solidity and nothingness, its surface writhing like a living thing. Jude had seen many strange things in his time, but nothing like this. The sheer presence of it felt wrong, unnatural in a way that defied all logic. And yet, he knew he had to reach it.

He moved with purpose, each step steady, controlled. The silence was deafening, but he had learned not to trust it. The city would not allow him to simply walk to the tower unchallenged. There would be more obstacles, more creatures lurking in the spaces between reality and nightmare. He could not afford to let his guard down.

His fingers tightened around the hilt of his dagger as he moved through the fractured streets, his eyes scanning every shifting shadow, every flickering light. The air was thick with the weight of something unseen, a pressure that pressed against his skin like an invisible force. He had felt it before, just before the creature had attacked.

Something was coming.

Jude exhaled, bracing himself. He would not be caught off guard again.

The first movement came from above. A flicker of something in the broken sky, a ripple in the fabric of reality itself. Then, without warning, the world cracked open.

A rift tore through the air just ahead of him, jagged and unnatural, like a wound in existence itself. From within it, something began to emerge. Not a creature like before, this was different. It was not a singular being, but a mass of writhing, shifting forms, countless limbs and hollow faces stretching and merging as they spilled into the city.

Jude took a step back, his grip tightening on his weapon. This was not a battle he could fight in the same way. The entity within him stirred, but it was still weak, still recovering. He could not rely on it this time.

The mass moved as one, a crawling, writhing sea of faceless things that shifted and contorted with impossible fluidity. It did not attack, not immediately. Instead, it watched . Despite its lack of eyes, Jude could feel its gaze upon him. It was studying him, analyzing him.

He did not give it the chance to strike first.

Jude moved, his body reacting on instinct as he surged forward, his dagger flashing through the air. The blade sliced into the shifting mass, but instead of flesh, it met something else, resistance, but not solidity. It was like cutting through thick smoke, his weapon sinking in without true impact. The mass shuddered, recoiling slightly, but it did not fall. Instead, it changed .

The shifting forms twisted, reshaping themselves into something new. Where there had been a formless mass, there were now figures . Vague, distorted imitations of people, their bodies flickering between existence and nothingness. And at their center, one took shape fully.

Jude’s breath caught.

It was him .