Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 236. Catfight

Before I could see more, I came back.

Henry put his sleeve against my nose; I apparently had a nosebleed, dyeing his white clothes red.

Preserving my consciousness while obtaining a vision was more energy-consuming than without.

This surely wouldn’t be the case if I ’flipped the table’ and used the shiny violet coin, but I wouldn’t want to touch that power again unless it was absolutely necessary.

"What did you see?" Henry asked.

"I think I saw the office worker in a parallel world, the one we heard about in the news."

"The ones that disappeared from here a year ago?"

"Yeah." I moved his hand away and got toilet paper to hold it to my nose.

"Wash the sleeve out with cold water." I commanded, and Henry turned on the faucet while I continued.

"If they disappeared a year ago, why is your nearest counterpart with them?"

"Maybe they went from one world to the adjoining one, or into more, and where they currently are is now the closest to us?" Henry suggested.

"Makes sense." I nodded.

"Did you see all 120 people?"

"Only around twenty. The world was full of crystal figures without faces and features. They were motionless, but then one moved suddenly—creepy stuff."

"If you really want to get another vision, then wait until after we have eaten." Henry showed me his wet sleeve, which had turned white again with pride, and turned off the water.

"You know me so well..." I chuckled.

"How’s your nose?" He wrung out his sleeve and grabbed my jaw, taking the toilet paper away before wetting a towel and wiping the blood off my face.

"It doesn’t bleed anymore," he muttered while busy cleaning me up dutifully. Henry would make a really good father or brother or...

"Silver-Henry emphasized staying away from water more than he did regarding drugs. We can’t use the floating chamber anymore." With this, I had done my due for today, everything I wanted to accomplish and discuss.

"Did he specify the nature of the ’water’?"

"No, but I don’t even know if it was our future or some parallel world."

"What do you mean? How did you reveal the coin?"

I sighed, watching Henry go to the faucet to wash the towel before grabbing the wet black clothes on the floor and wringing everything out before putting it in the laundry basket that I just noticed for the first time.

"Because of my last big fight, I had leveled up my abilities, like teleporting. Now the table on which the coin lies in my mind can be ’flipped as well.’ The coin on this flipped table is violet, and I don’t like using it after I landed in another body during my first vision with it..." I have no problem with lying if it has to be done, but these half-truths were really taxing. Or perhaps I just didn’t want to lie, especially to Henry, but his eyes were the ones I had to cover the tightest, and that with my own hands.

"Hmm, then adding the things you told me, I’d say it’s our future," Henry said.

"If that is the case, then what about the sentence ’He destroyed three of our five cities’? If we only have five cities left, then isn’t this really bad news?"

Henry shrugged and crossed his arms.

"Now every country is on its own; maybe the cities in our country will unite into five major cities. It doesn’t always have to be the worst case."

"True." I nodded.

"And if there is no ’evil me’ with silver eyes destroying cities..." He paused, visibly cringing.

"I know, hahaha, it sounds like you’d make a rather good villain."

Henry paused and tilted his head, a smirk on his face.

"I know; I probably would, right?"

Oh yes, just seeing that look—aren’t the most evil guys always these otherworldly beautiful ones?

"Anyway, if I don’t turn evil, then there are no destroyed cities, so don’t disappear from my side, and problem solved." He took a step closer to me and slung his arm around my neck, again turning into a clingy little puppy.

I will stay by your side; the question is whether you will let me. What if you turned evil because you felt betrayed by learning of my counterpart’s past... and the original sin that had budded with the giant, growing and reaching through the worlds to devour the innocent?

This was a possibility I hadn’t thought about before... and that Henry ’warned me’ could be the result of him being high, or perhaps he didn’t warn me in the first place but did warn glasses guy?

Did he even say my name in that vision? No, not once.

So were these warnings ever even meant for me?

"Should we go eat?" Henry stood in front of the bathroom door, his hand on the lock, unmoving and waiting for my approval.

"Yeah." I gripped his wrist as he steered me out, and then we took our smartwatches before heading out of the metal door.

Since we were a bit late, there was no one else in the corridor or inside the elevator.

"By the way, you should be able to do it too... what I showed you," I said absentmindedly.

"Really?" Henry seemed to understand that I was talking about the teleporting, and his head perked up; if he had a tail, it would surely be wagging.

"Yeah. It wouldn’t be bad if you trained somewhere; I have no idea where, though." I watched him all happy and felt better as well.

After we left the elevator and entered the dining room, we found no one queuing for food. Everyone was eating, and all eyes landed on us, either because we were late or because of both our identities and looks.

When we had breakfast, I chose a seat away from the group because I didn’t want to be glared at by Red-Hair anymore. This time, the seats were full, and after Chelsea’s obvious waving, we had no choice but to sit with them again.

We both took a seat, and Chelsea started to talk about something, but I only noticed Red-Hair’s infatuated staring at Henry and her glares directed at me. Her mind had apparently really been damaged by the shadow incident; I had no idea what the fuck she was doing right now. When I turned to look at Henry, he smiled at me, ignoring the stares, but I wasn’t so magnanimous. Even the guys noticed it and looked around hesitantly.

I tapped the table in Red-Hair’s direction, meeting her eyes.

"Stop that; you are making him uncomfortable."

Chelsea went silent and began to eat her little cake dessert, her eyes peeking up, ready for a show.

"Why are you talking for him?" Red-Hair asked, her voice dripping with annoyance.

Henry chuckled, and I tapped the table again.

"Why can’t I?"

Red-Hair gave me a smirking smile. "He isn’t your property, is he?"

"Haha... well, he coincidentally is exactly that." I answered, leaning back and tilting my head, waiting for whatever was to come. I can’t believe I am fighting with a little girl here, though she should her mid-twenties, so way older than me.

So the question here should be, why is she glaring at a little boy?

Chelsea giggled at my answer, naturally on my side, while the guys visibly squirmed in their seats; Anti-Guy’s eyes darted to the exit here and there.

Henry propped his chin on his fist, watching me curiously; pure joy was evident in his expression.

Red-Hair’s face brightened, her demeanor telling me her thoughts, probably something along the lines of, ’I got you.’

"He is your property?" Finally, she let her eyes wander along the group, thinking she would receive reinforcement, but seeing Chelsea and Henry’s body language, she probably understood that she was losing this fight, and her face fell.

"That’s right." Henry apparently couldn’t hold back anymore, laughing happily as if it were his birthday and Christmas at once; not even having tasted his food, he hugged me sideways, swinging back and forth with me as if he had won a prize.