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(Warning: Mature Content - R-18)
A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone.

But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion.

The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. 

Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity.

Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. 

Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires?

Odyssey Of Survival

Nate gritted his teeth and slammed his fist into the thick ice pinning him to the wall. The impact sent a jolt through his arm, but the ice didn't even crack. It was too solid. Too strong. His flames flared around his knuckles, heating the surface, but still, it refused to melt.

No matter how much strength he put into it, it wouldn't break.

His breath came out in short bursts, fogging in the cold air. His body ached from exhaustion, and frustration clawed at his mind. This wasn't just any ice—it was something different, something beyond normal.

His voice was slow, deliberate—each word felt like it carried centuries of weight. His pale, sunken eyes shifted away from Nate and landed on Alice.

And in the next moment, a thin, razor-sharp shard of ice shot from his palm.

Chapter 82 Nate's Origin