Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 280. Flag

After I teleported, I fell directly onto all fours.

Everything was rotating, and I was so dizzy I couldn’t form a thought as I vomited repeatedly, the metallic taste in my mouth making me vomit even more.

I didn’t know where I was; I couldn’t open my tear-streaked eyes because the light shone so brightly. On the ground, holding onto the grass, I continued to convulse.

When was the last time I had been this miserable?

I eventually opened my eyes and found myself in a puddle of my freshly vomited blood. I fell back on my heels before sitting down shakily, spitting out saliva mixed with blood and bile.

Breathing rapidly, I finally looked up, only to be blinded by the light again.

I looked at the tree near me and noticed that it looked strange.

After wiping my eyes, I found that my palms were bleeding, tiny little shards stuck in them.

Taking a closer look to the side, this didn’t seem to be a tree but a sculpture made from crystals. I stood up weakly, stepped over my bloody vomit, and saw that the grass was also made of crystals.

Shielding my eyes, I took a look around. There were trees, and there were beautiful flowers that circled the tree stems to reach a bit more sun than the flowers on the ground. Then, roots, grass, branches, petals, leaves—but none of them were real; everything appeared as if painstakingly placed just so that the light from the blue sky would scatter among each of the crystals, allowing everyone, no matter where they stood, to see this miraculous view.

"Beautiful," I whispered. I had seen my fair share of beauty in all the worlds I had visited, but I was nevertheless always fascinated by encountering a new scene, a new variation.

I looked around in awe at these many colors that seemed to be born anew, that moved and danced if I shifted slightly, shining not only in the colors of a rainbow but in every imaginable way. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

DOWN!

A voice or instinct screamed at me, so urgent and deafening that my body moved at once.

I threw myself on the ground, the grass and earth crystals cutting into my bare upper body, when I heard a light ’swish.’

Someone was here; someone had attacked me, had thrown something at me that I was able to dodge by lying down.

Thank you, little voice; I will take over from here.

No matter how damaged my body was or how unstable my power, there was no human, creature, or monster that could match me.

I raised myself into a crouching position when I felt that something was again thrown at me.

This time, I caught it, and looking at it, I realized it was only a wooden knife made of real wood, not crystals. So a human was here.

Yet something as simple as a wooden knife had been turned into a deadly weapon by being thrown with such force and accuracy.

Had it struck this weak body’s temple, it would have been over.

"How about a fistfight, you coward?" I stood up and asked into the silence.

There were no animals here, no wind, absolutely nothing but silence and stillness, interrupted only when someone stepped out from behind a thick tree, lunging at me.

I sidestepped his attack with ease and heard him growl.

"You are to talk! You tried to kill me even though I don’t know you!"

This voice....

"Hannibal?" I asked when the figure lunged at me again, this time catching me off guard and throwing me to the ground.

The back of my head hit the crystalline grass as my attacker sat on me, delivering a blow to my face before choking me.

I looked up and saw that it was indeed Hannibal, though with shorter hair, older, normal blue eyes, and a destroyed black uniform, resembling the green men my mother showed me old pictures of. The men that had destroyed our cities before I had been born.

This was not Hannibal, neither the one from my world nor the one I had met upon waking up in this body; this was one of his other selves.

A self of his that didn’t like me.

How nostalgic.

I laughed and received another blow to my face. This time, my view changed as if I had fallen into a well—everything seemed so far away before turning black.

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Goddamn it, FUCK! My head hurt so much I thought I was dying.

Where is Henry? I need to find Henry. Something was wrong with him.... What was it? Everything is so foggy; I don’t remember.

There were hands around my throat, so I grabbed one wrist and broke it—I couldn’t crush it, as I felt far too weak for that.

Hearing a grunt, I snapped my eyes open, seeing Henry sitting on me.

"What the hell?" I choked out.

His uninjured hand was still pressing down on my throat, and I froze, my thoughts racing.

Henry?!

No...this FUCKER WASN’T MY DOG.

Why did my back feel as if it was cut open, along with my palms and feet? Where was I, and where was Henry?

I was cold and hot simultaneously, and the glaring light shining all around me made my head spin even further.

"Wait, these are real? Why do you suddenly have tattoos? How?" The imposter on me asked.

I conjured up a gun and pointed it at his face.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER, BACK OFF!" I yelled to the best of my abilities.

I couldn’t remember, I couldn’t think; I had a damn fever, probably a concussion, I felt like shit, and the first thing I woke up to was being attacked by someone wearing Henry’s face.

"Wait, don’t shoot, or we will both die, along with everyone else!" The shitty imposter raised his hands and jumped up, moving a few steps away from me.

"What is your name? I think I mistook you for someone else." The voice, so similar to Henry’s, sounding so foreign at the same time, made my skin crawl.

"SHUT IT!" I lay on the sharp ground, looking at the sky, nearly going blind because of the brightness, but I couldn’t muster the strength to move my head or close my eyes.

Additionally, all my effort was focused on pointing the gun where I thought Henry’s counterpart would be.

I tried to remember.

Where had I been before getting attacked, and what was I doing?

Thinking was so damn hard, and all I wanted to do was sleep.

I looked at the table in my mind that showed its uncarved side, along with the golden coin lying on it obediently.

Which was good news.

After an awfully long time, I felt that these trees looked a bit strange; they were awfully high, and the light broke through them mystically—too mystically for my taste.

"These crystals are highly flammable. If you fire a gun, this whole world will go up in flames." The houndterpart explained.

I chuckled at the newly discovered nickname for Henry—my dog’s—counterpart when his words finally sank in, especially the second one.

Well...

Ah!

I think I remember that world from visions and dreams and stuff.

And it seems like...

.....this was a flag I had planted myself.

GODDAMN IT, FUCK!