Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 302. Uncomfortable

We walked out of the cave, and after being blinded by the light and colors, we saw the commander pacing up and down nearby with the big hamr in his hand. Mr. Aslan was right beside him, imitating him, which made the scene a bit comical. The two office guys lounged nearby, instantly jumping up when they spotted us, while the commander stopped in his tracks.

"Are you alright?" Chubby Guy asked, holding the remnants of his sandwich together with his empty coffee cup.

"You said you would close your eyes, and then you suddenly trembled and got a nosebleed...?" Birthmark chid in, holding onto his pizza box like one would hug a puppy.

"Yeah, I am alright." I reached out for Chubby Guy’s shoulder and flipped the coin while he looked at unsuspectingly.

I saw us eting other survivors, part of the group I had seen in my first vision of the crystal world, though the group had shrunk significantly.

I tried to flip the coin again, but it wouldn’t show more; my ability was either again only focusing on a specific path ahead, or I had just used it up too much already with my visit ho... and the very real vision I had.

I glanced at Henry, who still hung on , looking unhappily at my hand on Chubby Guy’s shoulder before his intense blue eyes t mine.

Damn. I even tried to flip the coin with Henry, risking seeing so other gay stuff, but with him I got no vision at all. Flipping the table also wasn’t possible; the giant power was clearly experiencing its random cooldown phase.

By the way, looking into my dog’s eyes is really challenging now.

I combed my hands through my hair.

"There are other survivors. Let’s get them first." No other choice here.

"How do you know?" The commander asked.

"I~n~t~u~i~t~i~o~n." Henry smiled his fake smile, drawing the word in a manner that was so infuriating, it scread for a beating.

Yet, because I wasn’t the recipient, I found it funny as hell and broke into laughter, seeing Henry turn to with his invisible tail wagging.

Like when your child curses and instead of correcting the behavior you laugh, making it curse continuously in the future—just like that, I clearly led him down the wrong path.

I flipped the coin in my mind, again using the woman with the many hands as a compass, turning with Henry in different directions until I saw the first layer of the hands covering her moving away. Not even a speck of her body was visible, and I think the number of hands sohow increased since I had continuously upgraded and used my ability?

Anyway, I got my direction; pointing it out, I told the others where we would go.

"That is not the path we had taken before. We walked straight ahead from one world to another; this direction is to our left, not ahead."

"Then stay here," Henry answered him, dragging ahead, or as the commander called it, to the left.

I let the remnants of Chubby Guy’s and Birthmark’s breakfast disappear.

"I wasn’t finished yet..." Birthmark whispered sadly, but when I wanted to turn back to him, Henry grabbed my head to stop it from moving.

"Don’t weaken my montum by looking back," he mumbled, but I suspected he just didn’t want to conjure up more stuff for other people.

I tested if I could still conjure up stuff, and that at least worked.

The others were following us, which was good, as here we shouldn’t get separated.

"Do your eyes hurt as well?" I asked Henry.

"As if you’re staring into a tempered high-definition television," he agreed.

"That’s... such a fucking accurate description." The colors and everything were nice at first, but it was too much; a picture too sharp to take in for too long.

I flipped the coin continuously, either for directions or to test if I could get another vision; the latter was unsuccessful, making nervous.

There was a dog at ho, alone and unsupervised.

The commander caught up at one point instead of following behind us like before. He constantly looked at Henry, then glanced at .

"How old are you?" he asked Henry; I think it was him who he was talking to.

"Twenty-one," Henry answered languidly, clearly uninterested in talking to the commander, but apparently he had decided to stop acting like a brat, stating the age on his ID, not his real one.

"When is your birthday?" the commander asked.

That was a good question; it would be interesting to find out if counterparts also shared their birthdays. I knew the date because Henry shared his birthday with Henrietta, and her birthday was ntioned in the school forum or in the newspapers.

"End of December," Henry answered. Winter was matching, just like him and his features.

"I was born in March..." The commander replied.

"Do you have siblings?" Henry surprisingly asked, looking stoically ahead as if he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Two younger brothers, and you?"

"None."

I looked at Henry, and he turned to , his frosty face lting into a smile.

"But my two younger brothers are not blood-related; I was adopted directly after my birth and don’t know anything about my real parents," the commander said after contemplating for a mont.

This seed to be information he usually wouldn’t share.

Henry’s face fell, his expression revealing his thoughts: ’Is there no counterpart of mine that is freed of Henrietta?’

Indeed, an adoption made it possible that the commander had a twin sister as well.

A twin sister who may have been discarded for being a girl, perhaps wasn’t adopted, or was kidnapped—who the fuck knows?

But if little Vampire Henrietta had truly been his twin, then one thing was for sure—she ultimately ended up on the streets before her life took a turn for the worse.

The commander gazed at Henry with scrutiny, apparently feeling that the topic should be changed.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" He questioned instead.

My heart skipped a beat at that dumb question.

Why the fuck are you asking him sothing like this when I am beside him? When I feel anger just thinking of the possibility that Henry would answer yes and refer to for so fucked-up reason—again pushing into the role of a woman like he had done when he showed off his necklace?

I also wasn’t over what I had seen in my vision.

So now, just because of a simple question, I was uncomfortable to the max.

Henry chuckled, sensing my muscles stiffening, as he still leaned on even while we walked through the crystalline forest.

He chuckled cheekily, and I had a feeling that I wouldn’t like his answer, so I squeezed his wrist harshly, which I had held instinctively, not even noticing it.

Henry winced for a mont before answering.

"No, I have not."

Fuck, now this was over... hopefully?

"You should get one soon...and kids. I was around your age when I married..."

"Marriage..." Henry repeated pensively, looking into the distance.

Now I was EVEN MORE uncomfortable.

I stepped out of his half-embrace and decided to go back to the Office Guys.

Yet, the mont I took a step away, Henry grabbed and threw over his shoulder like a sack of rice.

"What the fuck?" I yelled, kicking him.

"I don’t plan on getting married or having kids." Henry answered the commander, ignoring .

"You asshole, I have to look out for the directions." I teleported out of his hold, just a ter away, when I was again grabbed by that annoying dog, his arm sneaking around my neck once more, holding tighter.

Damn, I could have just kicked him or teleported upwards when he had held my used boxer shorts into the air. That would have been good.

Fine, I’ll go with you; we are almost there anyway.

The commander, however, was getting on my nerves—not in the cute way Henry did, but in a nerve-wracking one.

Especially the suspicious looks he gave .

I had a bad feeling that my dream of him seeing Henry and kissing wasn’t much of a dream.

If that really was the case, should I just kill him?