Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 238. Continuation

I stand in a crystalline landscape, the colorful light beautifully shining in every possible and impossible color, mesmerizing anyone seeing it.

A figure is in front of me.

No face, no features, no recognition, but I know it is another me.

Motionless, we stand opposite each other when I raise my hand.

The figure follows and raises its hand, mirroring me.

I take a step closer, and the figure follows.

I lean to my left and watch as the figure does the same.

I straighten up and try to touch it.

The figure mirrors me, and our fingertips come into contact, the razor-sharp crystal drawing blood from me.

My other hand, formed into a fist, tried to punch it only to meet a crystal fist, shattering my bones.

I step back, and this time, the figure takes a step forward, doing the opposite of my action.

I step back, and again, instead of mirroring me, it takes a step toward me.

I cover the distance between us and swing my uninjured fist, moving with inhuman speed, yet the moment I punch the crystal, I get punched as well in the same spot I struck it.

I hurriedly step back while the figure follows me; for every step I take, it does the same.

I conjure up my gun and shoot it.

The last thing I see is the crystal hand transforming into a gun, firing a crystal bullet at me.

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"Haaaahh...." I breathed out loudly when I came back, feeling smothered.

"Kenny?" A tired voice, a half-asleep mumble, and a light groan greeted me, accompanied by a bare chest that my face was pressed into.

Then light snoring, telling me that Henry had fallen back asleep, though his hand was still patting my back soothingly.

What time is it? It was dark in our room, though I could naturally see anyway.

The big dog lay sideways on his arm, hugging me with his other hand on my back.

How did it come to this? We had left the elevator, my silly dog getting insecure after I had first become insecure.

Like master, like pet.

However, I only remember crashing into my bed and Henry sitting on the floor again. I wanted to tell him to come onto the bed as well, but I instantly fell asleep, drained from thinking too much.

Now my whole face was sweaty because of the skin contact, which was gross—the sweat, not the skin contact.

But seeing that Henry was apparently as tired as I had been, I didn’t move.

Wide awake, I thought about my dream. Was this how it would be now? Dreams foretelling me about my next fight, while I would have no choice but to be pushed into it?

Or had I shot myself in the leg by looking into the other parallel world, triggering a future connection with it?

Well, the dreams could stay where they were, because I don’t plan to continue fighting anytime soon; instead, I’m going to chill in here.

I had already decided to stay here for five years and to then finally walk out as a free man.

With the parallel worlds moving, the figures would already be who knows where by the time I got out.

If I go after what I saw in my dream, then I don’t envy the poor fucker taking on these things—if the crystal people can reproduce any weapon, then good night.

I checked the table and coin inside my mind, both well-behaved like I wanted them: uncarved and golden.

I closed my eyes again, opting to get more sleep while sweating my face off.

Why the heck is Henry’s upper body naked anyway?

I was still wide awake when the sun started to rise, and part of Henry rose as well, proving that he was a healthy young man.

Good for you.

Really good for you; I am truly happy for you that your thing is poking me.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed him from my bed with a bit more force than I had intended to.

Henry instantly jumped up, looking around for any dangers and ready to fight, before his eyes found me.

"Did you just kick me out of bed?"

"Go shower." I commanded, finally able to wipe my wet face.

I saw Henry looking down at his tent before he instantly turned around in a fluster and disappeared into the bathroom with a chuckle.

Checking the schedule for today, I tried not to think about the contact his cock had made with my body, nor that I hadn’t been as grossed out as I ought to be.

I recognized one of the room numbers as the psychologist I had talked to about the pineal gland in our one-on-one session; besides the ground floor, I didn’t recognize the rest.

When Henry was finished, I took over the bathroom, and we went to eat breakfast.

"You guys have stopped being awkward with each other?" Chelsea asked, meeting us in front of the dining room, her eyes falling on the arm that Henry had slung around my neck again.

"Don’t remind me." I grimaced. So us keeping our distance yesterday didn’t go unnoticed...

Chelsea punched my shoulder.

"Don’t worry; nobody thinks you are gay. I would know best." Blowing me a kiss, she turned around and took the lead, talking with the twins that were ahead.

Henry’s hold on me tightened, and I patted his arm, assuring him of...yeah, I don’t know of what either.

Breakfast was without the Red Hair, and instead, the twins sat with us. They were much nicer than the former, talking quietly with Chelsea instead of staring and making awkward comments.

Now, having a few ’enemies’ like the skinny guy and his friends and receiving a few glares here and there, it had really started to feel more like prison.

Amidst lessons on how to actively ’relax,’ some healthcare information about eating and sleeping habits, and again running on the track field, I began to get bored.

When I entered the room for the one-on-one session after waving Henry to his own psychologist, the checkerboard was already placed on the little table.

"Care to play a game?" The woman smiled amicably.

"Sure." I sat down and made my move.

"DMT." She suddenly said, and I chuckled.

"Did you guys find it on your own, or was it through monitoring me inside the library?" Everywhere there were cameras, except for the bathroom.

The psychologist smiled brightly.

"What do you think?"

Yeah, it doesn’t matter anyway.

"So, are you going to continue the experiments with that drug from back then?"

"Yes, and we are searching for participants." She collected one of my game stones.

I paused. Taking a drug that could give me the ability to close these portals... yeah, I would probably be the best candidate for it. Not only because I had leveled up quite a bit, but also because I saw and experienced firsthand how to open and close portals without damaging them—through the giant’s memories.

I would probably do it; early retirement would also be easier to achieve by just showing up in places to close portals instead of being recruited into the army or forced into some special organization by the government to save people and/or kill monsters in the future.

Yet some dancing creep with silver eyes warned me not to touch ’the’ water and... not to touch ’the’ drugs.

"I’ll make a pass on that."