Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 189. |

It seemed that I had blacked out when I crossed the portal because I woke up nearly choking on something flying into my throat.

When I opened my eyes, something flew into them as well, and I cursed.

After some time, my view cleared, and I saw that it wasn’t sand that surrounded me; it was ashes. The ground was covered with them, like snow, which was powdery on the top but more solid beneath.

The sky was dark, it was cold around me, and there were many black things sticking out of the ground, resembling dead trees. There was not even a star in the sky, and if I didn’t have my enhanced vision, it would be pitch black here.

"Good. Good." This was perfect. The perfect place. It was like a dead planet. It was the ideal place to die.

The perfect place for the monster to come to. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

My plan was to lure the giant here and then to die with a shot to the head, which was better than being chewed up.

The thought of becoming a hero really was the only thing I could cling to at that moment. Full of self-pity, I pictured the great-grandchildren of some random dude telling the tales of the selfless hero, though it was impossible. Henrietta would already be acting like a saint if she kept her promise—given her usual behavior—so she probably won’t spread stories about my heroic act.

But no matter.

That old hag will surely overcome my death, and Henry... Well, that dumb dog would have died with me in an attempt to save me, so it was good that he wasn’t here with me.

I lay there on the ground covered in ashes for some time before finally mustering up enough strength to stand.

Conjuring up a Coke, I took a few sips and wandered around a bit. This planet seemed far smaller than earth, more compressed.

Because there was enough ash around me, I decided to add a bit more and conjured myself a smoke. I went to a tree and kicked it, only for it to crumble and return to ashes.

"Ashes to ashes." I chuckled, conjuring up some alcohol.

This was really the perfect setting to die; I can’t repeat it enough.

I flipped the coin in my mind out of instinct, though even a warning from it wouldn’t matter anymore.

Yet, when I saw the motif, I was astounded.

The woman was gone, and instead, there was a single vertical line on the coin. Did even she leave this sinking boat, which was myself?

"And what the hell does that mean?" I asked into the nothingness, putting back my drink and getting my cigarette.

I didn’t get an answer, and the vertical line a bit on the left of the coin didn’t change.

Fine. I don’t wanna see you either.

The fucking hero, Kenny Howard.

Hopefully, they will build fucking monuments of myself.

The old hag hopefully lives another hundred years to nag at everyone who draws on my monument or sticks chewing gum on it. Or at the birds shitting on me.

Hopefully, she doesn’t feel too cursed; first, she lost her firstborn son, and then she lost her youngest grandson.

I was again full of snot and started crying full force. I let the cigarette disappear to press my palms against my eyes.

"Fuck!" I don’t want to die.

I wandered more and more around, not finding anything like a lifesaving item or mecha or something buried somewhere. I really conjured myself a shovel up in the sick attempt to dig out some cultivation manual, but there was none.

Yet, the strange thing was, the colder my body got, the more I started to want to live, and the more I began to hope—or, better said, the more I started to get scared of death.

I can do it. Isn’t it just a giant?

My ability. We don’t know what I can do, and I stopped experimenting too soon. Maybe I can really cross time and space and such?

I had to at least try it, right? I could also blast my head off when I was in that thing’s mouth before I got chewed up.

I lay on the ground again before standing up and going to a tree. I again pictured a figure lying on the ground like the last time, and like back then, the present coin’s motif turned into a strange drawing as if done by a child. Again, it was a figure with a triangle head that lay on the ground. I flipped the coin repeatedly until I let it expand and engulf me.

Bring me through that window.

I seemingly lost consciousness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was again covered in blood, but... I WAS LYING ON THE GROUND NOT TOO CLOSE to the goddamn tree, so it was impossible that I had just fallen over.

"Nice. See? It works." I conjured up Omar’s omurice and ate to my heart’s content in the ten minutes I had with the dish, somehow really feeling a bit stronger. Then I drank water for a change and tried again.

Once more, I blacked out. But it worked each time.

Again. Blacking out.

Again. Blacking out.

Again. Blacking out.

I thought of the guys who invented light and phones and all that stuff. They had to try countless times, and they failed countless times.

Again. Again. Again. Again.

I don’t know when it finally happened, but when I flipped the coin for the ninth time, when I let it expand over my head, falling over me and engulfing me, I felt my body getting squeezed and pressed, ripped apart and put together; it was so unreal that I could never describe it.

When I opened my eyes again, I had a bad nosebleed, but I had fucking teleported.

I moved without blacking out.

"Fuck." I chuckled into the darkness.

"Aahahhaa!" Fuck this shit.

Isn’t it just a giant?

"The more massive you are, the slower you will become. The bigger you are, the better you are targeted. So what if it’s big? We just have to cut it into pieces and then devour it slowly."

I felt as if heard that assured whisper in my ear and laughed crazily.

If it wants to eat me, I’ll let it do it, and when I’m in its body,

I’ll kill it from the inside.