Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 329. Majestic (by Wax Fang (short version))

"Henry, what the fuck am I looking at?" I asked speechlessly.

"They captured the dragon," he explained very accommodatingly, stating the plain obvious while nuzzling my shoulder.

He hadn’t looked up again since we had sat down on the tree branch.

"Why the fuck are they doing that?" I jerked my shoulder up when he planted soft kisses on my neck, above the collar, which tickled like hell.

"Stop it. What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing." He sighed and squeezed me to his body.

"I just missed you so much."

I felt bad and patted his hands on my stomach, though I knew he had just said it to stop me from getting annoyed. Not only had he GROPED me, but he was also messing around while we sat on a branch that was very high up. And because we couldn’t teleport, falling from that height wouldn’t be funny.

I had every reason to be angry with him...

"I know. I’m sorry." I mumbled. Well, he won; the whiny puppy act worked on me perfectly fine.

Between teasing, going overboard, and whining around, he had already wrapped me around his paw.

"The soldiers’ exact words regarding the collar had been, ’Can a human even wear that?’ So their target couldn’t have been the dragon, as the collar doesn’t fit it." He continued with the topic; satisfied with me giving in, he once more nibbled on my shoulder.

"True. I already pierced the Bone-Monster’s heart a few times and involuntarily let it level up. At the beginning, it had been a bird, but the collar wouldn’t have fit the bird either."

"The crystalline figures have human proportions," Henry noted.

"Would the collar have worked on them? Maybe the ominous prophet had made another unreliable prophecy..." Like telling stories about additional otherworlders in human forms, not mentioning that they were not made of flesh and blood.

But if that was the case, why were they in this world instead of the Crystalline World? Did they unintentionally get here? And how did they even come to this place?

How were they so incapable in everything they did?

And was this the reason nobody came to help and close the portal while we fought against the bone monster? Because they had all been busy with whatever they did down here?

"By the way, I found out that the prophet should be Dr. Lawrence’s female niece, who had died shortly before the prophecies started but would now be at the matching age, 9-10 years old."

"They faked her death to hide her ability?" I turned back to Henry, who just shrugged and nuzzled his face back into my shoulder.

Cute big doggy.

"Huh." I watched the dragon squirming and screaming with the voice of a child. He couldn’t get free and soon gave up again.

Next, there were people exiting a tent.

"Look, something is happening."

Henry placed his head on top of mine and watched with me as five people left the biggest of the white tents.

One of them was an elderly bald man with a bad limp; one of them I recognized as Dr. Lawrence’s grandfather from the vision I had seen him in, a middle-aged man, and an attendant or something that carried... a child with shaved hair.

"Huh." I repeated and watched them approaching the dragon.

We couldn’t hear what they were saying, just the inaudible murmur that told me they were indeed speaking, mixed with the sound of the wind.

Grandpa Lawrence motioned for the old bald man to follow him; his whole body language looked as if he were serving a higher being.

"What are they doing? Do they want to kill that thing and let it level up?"

"I don’t think so." Henry hummed.

"Let’s stop them." I wanted to get down in case they were doing it and got the monster leveled up again, but Henry held me in place.

"Don’t. Even if they do it, let them go to their doom if they want it so badly."

"We are in this world as well..." Though we had no idea how to kill that thing anyway.

I unwillingly told myself to wait, knowing that running out wouldn’t do us any good, especially with so many soldiers that had more than enough weapons on their side.

"Who is the bald one?" I had a very bad feeling, as if that old bald man would cause trouble.

"A politician, very high up." Henry growled, apparently also not liking what he saw, with his head still resting on top of mine.

Maybe I should have known what they were doing; maybe I should have thought of the most depraved way to gather money or to get a favor, then I would have already been able to foretell what picture would present itself next, and wouldn’t have been this surprised.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t, as the child was put down by the attendant, not as the kid walked near the bone dragon and pointed at one of the bones on the rear end of the huge body.

Not as the bald politician with the entourage followed Grandpa Lawrence, who took the lead, and they all walked to the child; not as they stopped and a soldier came forward and handed Grandpa Lawrence a machine gun.

I didn’t, as Henry seemed to understand and tightened his arms around me as if he feared I would break free from his hold.

I had no idea what they were doing when Grandpa Lawrence took the machine gun and presented it to the politician with both hands.

Not as he motioned at the gun as if he were explaining something.

I still didn’t get it when the politician pointed the gun at the location the child had indicated and shot at the bone.

"What..." I murmured, seeing him fire so many bullets until the bone was partly gone—perforated into pieces—and he finally stopped.

The elderly politician gave the gun back; then he closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath, gathering air with each fiber of his body, and he rejuvenated.

The creases on his face were lifted, his body seemed to grow more muscles and flesh, his cheeks got fuller, the skin was smoother, and his bald head gained a few stubbles.

Ah. Each of the bones was one counterpart.

They know about the counterpart theory.

I got it.

I got it and wanted down, wanted to run to these motherfuckers and FUCK THEM UP, SMASH THEIR FACES, and tell them to get THE FUCK back into their—into our—own world.

I wanted to stop what I had just seen, and I felt the need to do so.

But everything was already over, and after a bit of disorientation, the joyous laughter of the bald man was clearly transmitted to my ears as he looked at his hands and as he walked around without any limp hindering him.

"Shh... calm down." Henry whispered in my ear, his voice sounding cold and emotionless.

I laughed breathlessly.

Yeah. Why am I even angry?

Henry and I both gained power by killing or merging with our counterparts, and it was not long ago that I was happy and relieved about my easy recovery rate and that I could do so without looking like the bad guy.

These people don’t care if they are bad guys, but if it was about life, would anybody care how they looked for others? They didn’t even kill human counterparts; this guy just shot at a few bones.

They would age and die if they didn’t do this; godhood wouldn’t fall into their lap as it had in my case.

Nobody wants to get old; nobody wants to die.

"This is wrong," I nevertheless whispered, feeling it with my body and soul.

This was the worst form of tourism that I could have imagined.

I watched as the perforated, destroyed bone regrew again, this time surely representing another counterpart.

"Yeah. It is."