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Maja had been strung up until the break of dawn, alone in the room with only a corpse for company. No
one came to see her, not until the morning light seeped through the cracks and the door was finally
thrust open. A figure walked in, cold and detached, slicing through the ropes that bound her with a
switchblade. “Here’s a note from the kid,” the person sneered. “Ha, the fool’s been torched.” Without
another word, they left. Maja stood frozen, the buzzing in her head deafening. It took her several
seconds to chase after the figure. “You’ve got the seal, haven’t you?” she called out. “Blame the kid for
babbling too much,” was the dismissive reply. The man climbed into a nearby car as Maja’s gaze fell
upon a pile of still-warm ashes where a skeleton lay half-buried. Her body, already pushed to its limits,
threatened to collapse at the sight. But she knew she couldn’t afford to pass out now. They had let her
go, and she needed to get out of there. With a swift kick, she scattered the embers, retrieving the
charred bones that belonged to Quentin. Her hands turned black with soot, and the heat from the
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsmoldering ashes was intense, her fingers probably blistering from the contact. For ten minutes, she
searched until she was convinced she had all of Quentin’s remains. Then, tearing a strip of cloth from
her garment, she wrapped the bones within it. Her feelings for Quentin weren’t deep, but since waking
up on Forbidden Island, he’d been a constant presence, his quirks excused by the harsh reality of their
environment. Maybe it was the pregnancy making her more sentimental, but she’d hoped to take him
away from that place, solve his tattoo dilemma, and elevate him. Instead, she’d brought him to Middle
Island and led him to his death, unable to even recover his full remains. Numbly clutching the bundle of
bones, she stumbled away. Her body was on the verge of collapse after hours of torture, and now she
was running on sheer instinct. She had to leave this place. As soon as Maja was out of sight, Quentin
emerged from around the corner, staring at the ashes she had disturbed. He wondered if her fingers
were blistered from digging through them. A wave of irritation surged within him, and he kicked the pile
of ashes, scattering them even more. His frustration burned like a wildfire, threatening to consume him.
He remembered the sweet she had given him, a rare gesture that had touched him. He’d never really
tasted sweets; the only one he’d had as a child tasted of blood and bitterness. Maybe Maja’s sweet had
been different, but he’d given it away to that fool. Quentin was lost in his thoughts. He kicked these
things hard. It was not until it became more messy here that he gasped and stopped. The group of
people standing behind him did not dare to say anything. They just lowered their heads in fear. Quentin
finished venting and also touched the
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Jellyfish Seal in his pocket. “Where are K’s people?” “Mr. Gellar, they are distributed in Middle Island
and Inner Island. Before that, Ian became a prisoner of the Porter family. K probably wanted Ian and
had a conflict with the Porter family in Inner Island. The two sides fought. Ian disappeared in this battle.
Oliver ran away with the family master seal. Now Oliver has been captured, and Ralap has also arrived
in Middle Island. K’s people are estimated to be more concentrated in Middle Island.” Quentin still felt
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmannoyed. He still had a lot of things to do now. He should go back to the organization immediately to
avoid conflicts with K’s people. But he felt rooted to the spot, a storm raging in his mind, until someone
reminded him. “Mr. Gellar, Mr. Christ’s been taken by K’s people.” Most of the ten elders saw K as the
organization’s leader, except for Christ and the Grand Elder who were determined to find the lost Holy
Daughter, often causing trouble for K. “Now that the Third’s been captured, K’s finally decided to get rid
of the old thorn,” Quentin thought, frowning. He had no love for K’s sanctimonious ways. “It’s time to go
back.” He spent most of his time on Forbidden Island, barely involving himself in the organization’s
affairs and had no overt conflicts with K. He hadn’t stopped K from taking over BK’s power, but he
didn’t acknowledge K’s authority either. With the Jellyfish Seal in hand, it was time to return to the
organization. Yet he knew K must have guessed he had the seal. Leaving Forbidden Island meant an
inevitable confrontation.
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