Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 833 - 835

Chapter 833: Chapter 835

By sunset, he was already on his way, moving through alleyways that smelled of mold and rot. The city was falling apart in slow motion, one forgotten street at a time. The sky above turned amber, then deep crimson, casting the city in surreal, dying light. A group of kids ran past him once, barefoot, laughing, chasing each other with empty cans and sticks. He didn’t know where they came from. They vanished just as quickly.

He reached the edge of Sector Nine by nightfall. This part of the city was industrial, long roads lined with old factories, their chimneys like giant tombstones against the sky. He found the substation easily enough, a low concrete building with a rusted fence and warning signs that hadn’t meant anything in decades.

Jude waited outside. Midnight came.

Then the gate creaked open.

Nira appeared, hooded, her cloak patched and stained, but her stance calm and sharp as ever. She didn’t speak. Just nodded, motioning him inside.

They descended a stairwell into the dark, past old generator rooms and broken power conduits. At the lowest level, she opened a hidden door behind a row of lockers, revealing a chamber filled with old tech, radios, monitors, sealed canisters humming with dormant energy.

Three others were already there. A tall man with cybernetic arms. A woman with silver tattoos running across her skin. And a boy, barely older than fifteen, with eyes that shimmered like static. Each of them turned to look at Jude as he entered.

"You’re late," Nira said.

"Wasn’t expecting company."

She nodded toward the table. "Sit. You’re going to want to hear this."

Jude sat. The silver-tattooed woman began first.

"The fragment you lost was one of six."

Jude stared. "Six?"

"They were created before the seals. Before even the Guardians. They were meant to store the essence of something older than time. The creators feared it. They didn’t name it. Just sealed it in pieces and scattered them across the universe."

"The Helix, "

"Isn’t the origin," Nira cut in. "It’s a symptom."

Jude tried to process. "Then what is the origin?"

The boy answered this time, his voice soft. "Something called the Root."

The word felt wrong. Like it didn’t belong in any language he knew.

"What does it want?"

"Nothing," the boy said. "It doesn’t think like we do. It doesn’t want. It just is. And when the fragments align, it returns."

Jude leaned forward. "The woman who took it, she said she was taking it home. Does that mean she’s trying to bring it back?"

"No," Nira said. "She’s trying to stop it."

Now Jude was completely lost.

"The woman you saw," said the cyborg, "her name is Aerin. She’s not human. Not entirely. She’s part of a lineage bred to contain the Root. She didn’t steal the fragment. She reclaimed it. She was the one meant to keep it safe."

"Then why was it buried here? Why was it calling to Alis?"

"Because the seal was weakening. It found the next closest compatible mind. Alis just wasn’t strong enough to control it. Aerin is."

"Then what do we do?"

Nira sighed. "We find the others. Before the ones chasing Aerin do."

"You think someone’s chasing her?"

"I know they are. The creatures you fought, they weren’t accidents. They’re echoes. Infected fragments of reality. Every time a seal breaks, more of them bleed through. If all six shards fall into the wrong hands, "

"They bring the Root back."

Everyone in the room went silent.

Jude looked around at them. "Why me?"

"Because you’ve seen it," Nira said. "And because the last piece is here. In this city. And only someone touched by the first can find the last."

A cold chill ran down his spine.

"I don’t want to be chosen," he muttered.

"None of us were," said the boy.

Jude sat back, heart pounding, staring at the map Nira laid out on the table. Symbols marked six points, five now known, one still hidden. All converging. All real.

There was no going back.

Not anymore.

Jude’s mind raced as he left the meeting, the weight of the revelation pressing heavily upon him. The city’s decaying streets seemed even more oppressive now, each shadow potentially harboring unseen threats. He needed time to process everything, the fragments, the Root, and his unwelcome role in this unfolding nightmare. The night air was thick with the scent of rain on asphalt, a reminder of the storm that had passed earlier, leaving the city drenched and somber.

He wandered through the labyrinthine alleys, his thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind. The idea that the Helix was merely a symptom of a more profound, ancient menace unsettled him. The Root, an entity beyond comprehension, was stirring, and he was now entwined in its awakening. The notion that Alis had been inadvertently drawn into this because of her sensitivity to the fragment’s call gnawed at him. He felt a surge of protectiveness toward her, mixed with guilt for involving her in something so perilous.

As dawn approached, Jude found himself near the waterfront, where the city’s industrial district met the sea. The docks were eerily silent, the usual bustle of workers and machinery absent. He sat on the edge of a decrepit pier, the wood creaking beneath him as he stared out over the water. The horizon was tinged with the first light of day, casting a muted glow over the waves. He reached into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against the worn photograph he always carried, a relic from a past life, before the world had unraveled.

The sound of footsteps behind him jolted him from his reverie. He turned sharply, hand instinctively moving toward the knife concealed at his waist. A figure emerged from the mist, cloaked and hooded, moving with deliberate grace. Jude’s muscles tensed, ready for confrontation, but as the figure drew closer, recognition flickered in his eyes.

"Aerin," he breathed, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over him.

She lowered her hood, revealing those unmistakable gold and green eyes that seemed to pierce through to his very soul. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of calm that betrayed nothing.