I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125
“Why did you try to please someone you hate? Are you a pervert?”
“I suppose so. It feels like love and hate mixed together.”
Replaying the conversation in my mind, my chest tightened once more. Confronted with Yuanna Lucy’s hidden side and the truth I never expected, I felt utterly disoriented.
Moreover, the conversation between Anata and Yuanna Lucy alone couldn’t reveal all the Island’s secrets. There were still unresolved mysteries.
What was the relationship between the Rohade Family, the Temple, and Jenas?
And what was the Dimensional Gate, and why did it exist?
What was the ‘Door’ in Jenas’s Cabin?
Sssss—
At that moment, Eun-ji, coiled quietly around my shoulder, flicked her tongue. The sensation brought my mind back into focus.
But I immediately detected a strange smell at the tip of my nose. The fact that the stone wall was covered with Tentationem poisonous plants came back to me belatedly.
I held up the candles to illuminate the wall beside the door. Just as I had seen in the hallucination, red flowers bloomed densely across the surface.
The overwhelming visual made me catch my breath.
In that instant, some of the yellow flower stamens entered my nose. I coughed involuntarily.
Cough.
With that, yellow stamen powder burst forth from the flowers densely covering the wall. An enormous quantity of pollen.
“Damn it!”
I had suffered severe side effects from just a single flower that Archbishop Luzef had brought, and now there were so many flowers.
I collapsed onto the ground.
I couldn’t fathom how Yuanna Lucy had endured this place.
My mind was already growing hazy. My entire body burned with heat.
‘This is unbearable.’
It was on an entirely different scale from what I had experienced before. The pain that rushed through me was several times worse than what I had suffered then.
My consciousness drifted away. No, it wasn’t that my consciousness drifted—it felt as though I had gone mad.
It felt as though all the blood in my body was drying up. My hands and feet trembled violently. I might have been having a seizure.
Like scrap metal slowly melting in boiling lava, I felt as though I would lose my sanity from the leisurely, creeping agony.
I remained there in torment for a long time, barely clinging to a single thread of remaining consciousness.
“So you were here?”
A familiar voice came from somewhere.
It sounded like the voice of a young boy.
I desperately reached toward the direction of the voice. My fingers grasped something like a clothing edge.
“Help… me…”
Then I felt arms embrace me.
As skin touched my body, a desperate thirst overwhelmed me. Like someone gasping from thirst, I clung urgently to those arms.
“Just stay like this. Please…”
Physical contact alone was insufficient. I needed a stronger stimulus.
Otherwise, I felt I would die.
If I was addicted to Tentationem, that was entirely possible. I might truly die.
Please, someone help me.
* * *
There is no such thing as crossing the Swampland ‘safely’. Prince of Asdal and Yuanna Lucy had already failed and retreated several times attempting to traverse it.
They wanted to find another route to the North Island, but with the Suspension Bridge destroyed, this was the only path available.
“We need to find another way. Without food, I have no strength left.”
Prince of Asdal sank onto the Dirt Ground and exhaled heavily. With his emaciated frame, he hung limply. Now he lacked even the strength to walk or speak.
What good was knowing how to hunt? Neither he nor Yuanna Lucy knew how to butcher game.
“Is there no way?”
Yuanna Lucy murmured with exhaustion written plainly across her face.
The woman who had always appeared composed now bore a dejected expression, her spirit visibly broken, and Prince of Asdal felt his own heart grow heavy in response.
The fate of Margaret Rose Flone and the rest of the party remained uncertain, and they were still unable to cross to the North Island. It was the worst possible situation.
‘Margaret must be alive. She has to be.’
As considerable time had passed, Prince of Asdal too began to lose his composure, growing increasingly anxious.
“The Swampland seems to have many trees. If we avoid stepping on the ground itself, we might be able to cross, though that would hardly be simple either.”
Unless the trees were densely packed together, moving from one to another would be an arduous task.
Yuanna Lucy, who had been listening quietly, suddenly clapped her hands as if struck by inspiration.
“I have a good idea.”
She then explained her plan.
After hearing the explanation, Prince of Asdal had thought Yuanna Lucy was already mad in some way, but he now realized she was far more thoroughly insane than he had imagined.
“You want to lure Magical Beasts into the Swampland and use them as stepping stones to cross? Do you understand that’s essentially suicide?”
“I don’t value my life. I’ll be the bait.”
Yuanna Lucy spoke with grim determination etched upon her face.
Prince of Asdal regarded her with conflicted emotions.
Though something suspicious still clung to her, Yuanna Lucy had certainly changed since Margaret Rose Flone’s party fell into the River.
As if she had become someone else entirely.
Did everyone transform into different people on This Island? Margaret Rose Flone had, and now even Yuanna Lucy…
Prince of Asdal ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head.
“If I cast the Saint aside as bait and survive alone, I would spend the rest of my life drowning in terrible guilt. I may be worthless, but I’m not fool enough to abandon human dignity.”
Prince of Asdal rose to his feet and adjusted his clothing. Then he turned to Yuanna Lucy and spoke.
“Explain in detail what you’re planning. I’ll cooperate.”
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Jenas hummed as he headed toward the Bunker.
He had already sown seeds of distrust among the remaining Test Subjects, so his work there was complete.
“Since this is the final experiment.”
He needed to be thorough.
Jenas murmured slowly and walked with a light step. Now it was time to go observe what Margaret Rose Flone was doing.
‘The last place I saw her was the Underground Secret Passage.’
He had pinpointed her location by borrowing the Eyes of Magical Beasts in the form of a Rat Ball. He had expected her to enter through the main Gate, but he never imagined she would use a secret passage he himself had long forgotten.
Jenas burst into delighted laughter.
“This is quite entertaining.”
This was the first time in a thousand years such a thing had occurred.
A world of a different dimension with peculiar objects and unique, varied writing systems. He had attempted thousands of Experiments to open the dimensional Gate leading to that world.
Yet not once had anyone ever successfully passed through a dimensional rift.
I couldn’t fathom how she arrived, where she came from, or what her original self had been like.
“Success is finally within reach.”
I concluded that Margaret Rose Flone possessed too many ambiguous aspects to be explained away as merely a changed person.
But it turned out she was someone from another dimension entirely.
Margaret Rose Flone, who had spent a night at Jenas’s Cabin, had once asked him about the Bunker.
Unlike other maps, the one she possessed bore the word “bunker” written in the script of another world. No Imperial Citizen would recognize it as the name of an underground storage facility.
‘Surprisingly careless in some respects. How adorable.’
With such thoughts, Jenas pushed through the dense Thicket and ventured deeper into the Mountain Interior.
Without Anata’s Mana-powered Cabin, he couldn’t use Magic. Thus, he had no choice but to move his body directly—a tedious undertaking indeed.
After clearing away tangled Tree Branches and Leaves, a flat Stone Wall thick with Moss came into view.
It didn’t appear to be a Door at first glance, but a hidden Door Handle was present. Jenas examined the Key hole carved into the handle, then retrieved a Key from his pocket and opened the Door with ease.
What he discovered in the Basement below was Margaret Rose Flone collapsed upon Anata’s Magic Circle.
Hisss.
A small, insignificant serpent standing beside her revealed sharp fangs at the sight of him. It was a tiny snake with Silver Scales.
“Ah yes, you. I’ve been curious about you.”
The small snake, clearly in a foul mood, slapped its tail against the Floor with sharp thuds.
Jenas observed the small snake with his arms crossed. His Red Eyes swept across the creature, and it flinched in alarm, shrinking back. Then, timidly gauging his reaction, it circled around Margaret Rose Flone before burying its face in her shoulder.
“It is a Magical Beast, certainly.”
With other Magical Beasts, I could perceive through their Eyes of Magical Beasts. But this one—that was impossible for a reason.
“It’s been Imprinted.”
A Magical Beast had Imprinted itself upon a human.
Entertaining. Margaret Rose Flone truly was entertaining.
Jenas slowly knelt on one knee upon the Magic Circle where Margaret Rose Flone lay collapsed. Then, with a small hand, he brushed aside her hair.
“…it…hurts…”
Margaret Rose Flone released a pained Groan, her face flushed crimson. It was clear she had become addicted to Tentationem.
Jenas quietly picked up a book that had fallen at her feet. The cover bore the title “More Important Than Survival.”
Until now, I had been unable to discern why Anata had drawn a Magic Circle here, so I left it alone. But it seemed Margaret Rose Flone had discovered it and caused something amusing to unfold.
As Jenas gazed at the book, he detected the lingering remnants of Mana rippling above the Magic Circle.
“The Magic Circle appears to have been Activated.”
If left as it was, someone else might steal the remaining Mana.
“I should absorb it instead.”
He placed his hand upon the Magic Circle drawn beneath the collapsed Margaret Rose Flone. A Blue Light seeped forth from the geometric patterns.
The light that emerged seeped into Jenas’s hand. The body of the crouching Boy began to grow gradually larger.
Jenas, who had inhabited the body of a twelve-year-old Boy, now took on the appearance of a young man in his late twenties.
Silver Hair shimmering at his neck, sharp eyes with Red Eyes settling within them—his gaze slowly regained focus, gleaming coldly.
“Ahh. How refreshing.”
His physical form was incomplete. Thus, to protect his body, he ordinarily had to maintain the form of a child.
In that state, even conversations of a certain level proved burdensome.
Having absorbed the Mana inscribed upon the Magic Circle and broken free from his restraints, he could finally return to his adult form.
Of course, the moment I exhausted all the absorbed Mana, I would shrink back down.
Jenas gazed lazily at Margaret Rose Flone, stroking his chin as she writhed on the floor, her anguished groans pouring forth without cease.
“Please… help me…”
She reached out and grasped his ankle with trembling fingers.
Jenas simply watched her with fascinated eyes, making no move to assist.

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