Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 260. Blind Optimism

I ca back, looking at the fearful eyes of the woman, and took my finger back from her forehead. Her phone had fallen on the floor, and I looked at it.

Who was on the other side of the phone?

Was it this director? This couldn’t possibly be the case.

If you already knew that four hundred people would appear, did you also know about the first act, Henrietta’s action, that was the start to bring this world into chaos?

And if you knew, why didn’t you stop it?

I straightened up and stepped on the phone, crumpling it.

The supervisor yelped, but I didn’t look at her again as I took Henry’s wrist and walked out of the room.

Inside the corridor were the rest of our group with dry clothes on them. Maybe my expression wasn’t especially nice, but nobody spoke as I made my way to the elevator.

When I boarded it with Henry, the others didn’t step in, but I was too preoccupied with thinking to pay them any attention.

They surely wouldn’t let themselves get coerced into the wet coffins for a second ti, so no need to worry.

Henry was also absolutely silent, only staring at until we reached our room and entered the bathroom after getting rid of the smartwatches.

"What did you see?"

I didn’t answer him, going through the bathroom, towels, bathroom closet with additional toilet paper and stuff, everything.

The good ol’ paranoia clung to after what I had heard.

Although I was ALWAYS automatically looking for caras, I didn’t see them inside the changing room adjoining the water tanks.

If I hadn’t noticed, then where else were caras hidden that I had no knowledge of?

They are watching us; they are watching —I can feel it.

I can feel all their disgusting eyes, their gazes that make my skin crawl—that they are WATCHING.

"The room is clean; I look through it every morning." Henry ca closer and tried to touch , but I slapped his hand away.

"No, I know they are here." I muttered.

They had seen teleport away; they had seen us talking; they had seen us kissing; they had seen EVERYTHING!

I ripped away the bathroom closet that was attached to the wall and looked behind it before going to the shower.

I looked into the drainage, gripped it, and ripped it out as well.

"Kenny, calm down."

"Nonononono..." I laughed.

"They have seen everything. They are watching; I can feel it." I put my arm as far inside the pipe as possible before I looked up at the mirror above the faucet.

I stood up and walked to it, avoiding Henry when he tried to grab , and slamd my fist sideways into the mirror.

A bunch of shards fell from the wall.

"KENNY!" Henry yelled, coming to , but I pushed him away.

There was nothing behind the mirror, no cara—it had just been a normal mirror.

I looked at the light on the ceiling and conjured up my gun, aiming at it when Henry lunged at and gripped my wrist so tightly that I let go of my weapon instantly.

He kicked the gun away and pulled into his arms.

Stunned by his swift movents, I froze for a few monts, but there was still that nagging CERTAINTY that, no matter if it was real or fake, I had been watched and was being watched now.

My most private monts, our most private monts, laid bare before soone and left for them to judge, to laugh at, to spy on, to frown upon.

"Kenny, get a ladder." Henry whispered after holding in a death grip for a while; he squeezed before he let go.

"Okay." I conjured up a small stepping ladder and numbly gave it to Henry.

I watched him step on it and open the light, even pulling out the light bulb and holding both items down for to see and examine.

I nodded again before looking around and seeing the room in chaos.

Holding my forehead, I saw Henry putting the lighting back in place before coming down from the ladder to hug again.

Fuck.

"I’m sorry." I mumbled, hugging him back.

"No problem. Next ti you get all paranoid, tell , and we’ll search together."

"Yeah... Sorry."

Fucking hell, get a grip!

"Did I hurt you?" I asked silently, rembering that I pushed him rather hard.

"Are you joking? I have leveled up as well." He patted my back in assurance.

"They knew that four hundred people would pop up from nowhere." I mumbled into Henry’s chest.

"And where did they get that information from?" He went from patting to stroking my back soothingly.

"From the ’Director’."

"Did you see this Director?"

"No, they just talked about him. And inside the water tank is so ssed-up drug. The strange tune we heard inside the water tanks is what they call ’Rewart’."

Henry chuckled murderously while tightening his hold on .

"Reward plus Tune equals ’Rewart’?"

"They are really conditioning us..." I breathed in his scent and sighed.

I had already suspected it, so there was no need to get agitated.

"Why go through the hassle?" He murmured icily, his lips grazing my hair.

"I bet on absolute obedience that a non-brainwashed soldier can’t give them. This is only the start. They’ll take their ti to mold the people here."

Henry went quiet for so ti.

"So will they just let us refuse the water tanks?"

"Nope. Sothing else will soon change. Be careful." I leaned back and t his eyes.

"I’m always sticking with you. If we are both careful, then what can happen?" He cupped my face and tried to instill his blind optimism in .

I flipped the coin, only seeing us taking lessons and stuff yet again.

It felt difficult to channel my ability because it had grown so much. The endless little paths in front of , changing with each blink, were far too many. I don’t feel secure when I look into the future because it was already so damn inaccurate before leveling up.

Now that my ability has grown, I believe it hasn’t beco more accurate; rather, it reveals a greater number of possible paths.

"What did you see?"

"Nothing new, but I’m going to flip the coin when we et the supervisors and nurses from now on."

Henry nodded.

"Don’t drink that vitamin solution from that blonde doctor." He put my head back against his chest, where I could hear his heart beating, calming down trendously.

Yeah. Can’t trust anybody. Fuck that testing.

"Kenny, should we get away from here?" He suddenly asked.

"Should we?" I asked back, not caring about anything anymore, as long as I could have a human-sized dog to hold for a mont.

He had asked that once, and I said no. But it could have been a mistake. Let’s just run away.

Henry froze at my sudden agreent before he whispered into my ear.

"No, we can’t, can we?"

"You want to be a free man in front of the law again. Don’t you?" He continued.

"It’s just five years. Everything they try, we can deflect." He laughed, the unwavering belief in us, in , evident in his voice.

"Either five years go by or the real apocalypse starts. Let’s see what cos first." He was anticipating the latter; I could hear it.

"In any case, you will get out of here in no ti."

I closed my eyes and listened.

Why have you even asked when you already know?

It’s true, I don’t want to hide. And even if we run away, what about the dragon? Can we take it with us and remove it from its cave full of gold?

How about my friends who are currently in the military and will probably have official positions in the future? Would I have to call them from burner phones I had to discard the next mont?

Ah. Is that even important? Everything will go down anyway.

But what if it does not?

Maybe they could use Henrietta and find through the DMT testing even more people to close portals. Maybe everything would still be in order in five years.

And when that ti ca, would I really want to hide myself?

Damn. I got infected by the blind optimism, though I knew they wouldn’t let soone with my power go anyway.

And although I knew that the farther away the future was, the more uncertain it was as well, I still thought about the house with the dark green paint that was peeling off the walls and the harvested cornfields.

"And don’t you know you have a loyal dog by your side, watching and protecting you along the way?"