Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 235. Figure

I smirked at the face above .

"Don’t get cocky."

"I wouldn’t dare." Henry’s eyes wandered to my lips, and I licked them, feeling that his heated stare was drying them out.

Henry chuckled deeply when I heard soone clearing his throat.

I turned my head and found Anti-Guy on the mat next to us with Glasses-Guy; the forr had a deep red face, while the latter averted his eyes.

"What?" I looked back at Henry, who stood up after eting my gaze.

"What’s with you?" I asked Anti-Guy while Henry pulled up.

He just shook his head, and the lesson continued.

Next was the breathing lesson; after that, a few rounds on the running track.

Not having found any room as private as our bathroom, I finally resigned to really use it for the test. So, after running, I dragged Henry out in our black running clothes.

"Let’s shower in our room."

"Okay." Henry didn’t seem to want to go with the others either and followed obediently. After getting rid of my smartwatch, and Henry doing the sa, we entered the bathroom.

I grabbed Henry’s collar and pulled him down.

"What I wanted to tell you is that I can teleport."

Henry froze before grabbing my shoulders, creating distance between us, to look at the ceiling in fear that sohow a cara had popped up in our absence.

"Really?" He asked, and I nodded.

I envisioned the triangle on the coin’s surface and threw it, teleporting two steps away from Henry.

I should have warned him before doing it because there was absolute horror washing over Henry’s face when he spotted not even half a second later.

Henry walked to and hugged tightly.

"Don’t do it just like that."

"Sorry." I said muffledly while being pressed against his chest.

"I want to test if I can teleport with you; is that okay?" I asked and felt him nod against my head, not letting go.

It works like this as well. I hugged him and teleported again, only a step away.

I turned my head to the left to look at Henry, whose arms grabbed the air, looking horrified again, as if I had just traumatized him more deeply.

So I can’t take people with .

"I want to test teleporting out of the building," I said to him.

He lightly shook his head before pausing and nodding.

"Okay."

"I don’t have to do it now..." If you look at so pitifully, how can I just disappear again?

Henry ran a hand through his hair, looked away, and took a deep breath.

"Try it. If you aren’t back in 10 minutes..."

"Don’t worry; I’m back imdiately." I flipped the coin, envisioning the mountain I had seen.

Contrary to when the table was flipped, with the carving of the giant on it, the scenery did not unfold before my eyes again, lting together with the room I was in.

Instead, I suddenly found myself inside the forest of the mountain in question. A deer that licked the snow nearby froze before running away from .

I took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, grinning. It was a bumr that I couldn’t take people with , but experiencing that I could really move such distances was lifting my mood quite a bit.

After taking a handful of snow, I teleported back, finding Henry standing in the sa spot, his expression flooding with relief upon seeing .

I threw the snow at him, noting that I could take inanimate objects with , which was also good—well, it was obvious, or I would have appeared butt-naked every ti I teleported.

"Who’s getting cocky now?" He lifted and put on his shoulder.

"What the fuck?" The next thing I knew, water splashed down on , and I broke into a fit of laughter.

"So childish!" I stopped trying to get down and let my arms and legs hang in defeat while Henry moved in a circle to get as wet as possible.

When he finally put down, we were both drenched.

I punched his shoulder and pulled my black shirt over my head. After I did so, I found that Henry had done the sa, looking at hungrily, his face obscured by his wet hair.

I’ve got to feed this dog, or he will jump for a bone.

Let’s hurry and go eat.

I turned around to get rid of my pants, not looking back during the rest of the shower, though our bodies touched here and there because the space wasn’t really that big, nor was the showerhead.

When I heard him dutifully going out again, bringing fresh clothes, I turned off the shower and dried myself in the anti.

"Ah." I rembered the last test I wanted to conduct when Henry ca back clothed, and with my stuff.

"I want to take a look at your current nearest counterpart."

"Are you sure?" He asked worriedly.

"Don’t you want to retire from these things, at least for now?"

"I’ll just take a look." I put on clothes before grabbing Henry’s wrist when he flung into his arms.

"Do it like this. And don’t teleport away again without warning ." Sounding so desperate and scared, what should I do with you?

"Alright." I hugged him back and squeezed him for a mont before I flipped the coin.

Palm, golden, past of Henry’s closed counterpart, eyes and ears uncovered.

Sothing changed in my usual point of view—while typically my own self would be ’erased’ during the visions, and I couldn’t ’think’ autonomously, this ti I could.

I stand in what looks like a forest with gigantic trees reaching up endlessly.

There is green grass and brown earth under my feet, and only when I bend down do I notice that these things are made of tiny crystals. The trees, the grass, a few flowers—everything here is made of them. The sky shimrs pinkish, and the light coming from above beautifully reflects in every one of these endless little crystals, giving off a breathtaking picture.

Beside is a sculpture with human proportions, looking smooth and shiny, also made of these crystals, but contrary to the others, as if polished for a long ti.

There are no features and no faces on these milky figures; their joints are ball-like, their fingers close together.

These figures, if they were in wood and much smaller remind of the figurine I had when I learned drawing.

The one beside should be Henry’s counterpart.

A group of twenty people in working suits, though disheveled as hell, are scattered not far away, walking along the landscape with many of these unmoving figures, all standing motionlessly.

I watch them, one of them coming closer to a sculptural figure and waving his hand in front of it.

"What is this?" The worker mumbles, gripping his half-destroyed suitcase as if his life depended on it.

"Can you see , bro?" I ask him, but he doesn’t notice at all. Figured.

I sigh and turn around.

When he continues to walk, passing , the others follow him. They don’t seem to have a target but are wandering disoriented and slowly, as if dragging themselves ahead in hope of finding civilization at so point again.

I follow as well, but after about five ters, I can’t move forward. Apparently, I have to stay near Henry’s counterpart, which is logical in so way.

The group walks very slowly, and I watch as they pass .

While observing, I see sothing strange in the direction they move towards.

A sculpture far in the back has changed places.

It moves, walking slowly towards the group.

"STOP!" I yell, though I know they won’t hear .

It takes a few minutes when the leading worker halts by himself, noticing that sothing is wrong.

Yet the mont he stops, the figure does as well.

He turns around and walks to a coworker behind him, and I see the figure continuing on its path to slowly follow him the mont he shows his back to it.