Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 384. You can stay optimistic

A woman was still crying and screaming upstairs, while the two in front of us sounded as if they were still releasing their hatred on the meanwhile three corpses.

"How long are you covering my eyes?" I asked Henry.

"Until they aren’t naked anymore," he answered decisively.

"But you can look, or what?"

"Are you jealous?" He asked annoyingly, as if I just had exposed myself or as if he had caught me in the act.

What the hell?

I sighed, blaming myself for starting to argue with him in the first place.

"Sven, give the clothes around you to the girls," I said loudly, and although I hadn’t intended to stop them from abusing the corpses, the noises around the women ceased, and it went utterly silent.

Oh yes, and I hadn’t forgotten Sven, who had been sitting silently in between shopping bags on the floor the whole time.

"Oh... me? Oh..." I heard him answer, his voice sounding younger than his body looked; maybe that guy is really only fourteen or something.

There was rustling, and then even more rustling, together with Sven asking the two girls if they were alright but not receiving an answer.

Eventually, Henry put his hand away, and I slipped away from his body, finally able to see again.

Because I was lazily sitting on the couch but not as fluid-like as Henry had, he also took on a better position—for a few seconds at least—before he leaned sideways against me.

I glanced at the corpse of Pony that couldn’t be defined as human anymore, then at the two slaughtered women in the corner of the makeshift kitchen, before I took in the girls, both wearing oversized designer clothes, one of them being bloody as hell.

They stood in front of their respective victims, seeming clueless as to how to proceed.

"What should we do now?" The bloody one on the left asked with a whisper.

"Had every gang member been here in this house? Or is there someone who will come back here?" I asked Sven.

"Everyone had been here when we left. The others would only go out at night," he answered.

Now standing straight with his hands behind his back, that guy seemed scared but didn’t show it much.

"Okay. Everyone inside this house is gone; you are the only ones left. Go home; alert people; stay here and make your own gang—you can do what you want," I said and saw the two women look at Sven.

"However, we were never here," I finished, with a rather menacing tone, seeing the women flinch.

"Give me your full names," Henry demanded out of nowhere.

There was a bit of silence, and nobody answered.

"Give him your full names," I eventually repeated.

"Deandra Landor."

"Felicia Wright."

"Sven Lennox Draft." One after another introduced themselves.

Henry stood up slowly before he disappeared on the spot, leaving behind a bit of shadowy energy and appearing again a step closer to them than before.

Sven crashed backward, falling on the dead Pony, while the girl in the middle froze. The bloody girl nearly also fell back on the two female corpses behind her, which would surely have cushioned her fall, but she managed to make a beeline and press her back against the kitchen counter.

Henry teleported two more times, as if he confirmed they had given their real names, each time coming a bit closer to them, but only a bit.

They held back from any more grand reactions, but they were all clearly terrified.

"Deandra Landor, Felicia Wright, Sven Lennox Draft. I can find each of you anytime. If I have so much as an inkling that you are speaking about our existence, I will come and kill you. See his arms?" He pointed at the corpse that had no arms.

"That was me~" He announced playfully, clearly enjoying playing the villain... which he had a knack for.

"Come here." I patted the couch beside me, and Henry disappeared only to appear again beside me, leaning on me in the same position as before.

Again, docile as hell.

Isn’t it nice to be this flexible?

"Good, are we all clear?" I asked them, and everyone nodded very enthusiastically.

"Nice. So we’ll kill the rats in the cellar. Somebody should go up and take care of the other girls," I pointed upstairs, in the direction of the crying sounds.

"I will go," the bloody girl nodded and jogged out of the room.

I don’t know if the girls upstairs will appreciate her getup, but oh well.

I turned to the first woman we had found inside this... ’local’ rat hole.

"Do you need any more help? Can we leave you girls alone with him after getting rid of the rats?" I pointed at Sven.

"Yes. It’s alright." She slightly bowed before thanking us, while Sven shuddered at what my question implied.

"No problem. We’ll get rid of these corpses as well." I stood up and pulled Henry to me, with him instantly hanging on my body.

Given that he had already shown pieces of his powers to threaten them and another demonstration could further instill fear in them, Henry openly wielded his shadowy energy and acidified the corpses.

Sven screamed shrilly, although he should have already witnessed Henry de-arming Pony before, and stepped back sneakily until he was as far away from us as possible without leaving the room, while the girl in the middle also made way for us with more stoic and suppressed terror.

"Let’s go." Only the blood was left behind; all three corpses were gone.

"I hope I don’t have to come back for you~" Henry also left behind his greetings while I opened the door.

Soon we were at the side of the house.

"Are you really alright?" He asked again while letting go of me to open the door in the ground.

"Yeah." The moment the door was opened, we heard the rats more prominently.

They sounded far more aggressive since the gang boss had died. No wonder he thought of training and controlling them if he was able to do it with humans as well.

"Mind control, huh? Can’t say I’m a fan." I mumbled while we walked the stone steps.

Especially not a fan if it is wielded against my puppy.

"How did he become so powerful as to control multiple persons at once and at least calm the rats down a bit? Had he fed on the corpses inside the underground labyrinth?" Henry hugged me from behind again but coordinated his steps with mine so perfectly that he just felt like a big blanket instead of a hindrance.

I walked to the first ratcage and conjured up the arrow thingy that the staff sergeant had given me.

"Hmm... so just being present in another world changes the body. Eating the flesh of a ’changed body’ enchants the body. So maybe he went cannibalistic and gathered strength because of that, and maybe even ate from the twins, who were possessed by shadows at that time." Maybe that would give him a little extra strength? No idea.

I fired at the raging rat inside the cage, a little silvery arrow instantly killing it.

I smiled and looked at this arrow gun again with appreciation while Henry destroyed the lock of the cage with his arms around me.

I continued to speak while watching his hands.

"That and maybe he had killed further counterparts and got stronger? Like a rat, or an organism that had crossed without anybody knowing?"

"Like bacteria?" The lock was instantly acidified, and he even opened the door for me so that I could touch the rat corpse.

Very accommodating, but I wish he hadn’t, and I didn’t need to touch that thing.

Taking a deep breath, I reached out and touched it with a finger while scrunching up my face in disgust.

It felt exactly like it looked, like some dark and featherless chicken.

"Fuck. Yes, what a fucking scary example. We don’t know anything besides the current quanticity in which the portals open, if that is even true. So it could be bacteria that your body gets rid of, it could be some fungus, or fucking pebbles, or a grass stalk, like with the girl, remember?"

"The little girl and her mother inside the crystalline world with the plant-seed-like counterparts?" Henry asked, and I sighed, again mind-blown that he really remembered what his conjured-up self had witnessed.

"Exactly, maybe things come through that are easy to kill, enchanting your average Joe into a villain." And because counterparts attracted each other, the chances were good that they would find each other.

I walked to the next cage, and we started the work of killing and touching before Henry would acidify the remains of the cages and rat corpses while we continued talking.

I didn’t want to carry rat corpses around for now, so these would have to be conjured up by me later.

"That would mean we are already unable to track the origin of the powers that enchanted individuals have." Henry squeezed me.

"Exactly. Also because it seems that powers evolve individually. Not only speed or strength or something related to the merged counterpart but also some fun abilities like mind control. Fantastic. A bright future waits for us." Well, I think that Pony hadn’t merged with some mind-controlled being behind our backs, so my current theory should be valid.

"Ahahaha! Does it matter as long as we are the strongest?" Henry nibbled on my neck while I continued to add different-looking rat corpses to my repertoire.

His unreasonable optimism was again overshadowing any reasons.

There was no reason to not look negatively at an apocalypse, but we had already grown to be some sick fuckers that would indeed do just that.

However, an apocalypse with people gaining powers that evolved individually, like, for example, MIND-FUCK shit, didn’t really sound fun as long as you weren’t the most overpowered sick fucker, which was me.

But for people that weren’t me, there was a real possibility that even without merging, someone could grow powerful enough to even confront Henry.

Not to mention the old dragon, my friends, the kid, Kitty, and stuff.

And that was also because we didn’t know how the whole shit worked.

Was there only one Kenny that only lived once throughout the whole existence of earth? So from the big bang until the sun exploded or the apocalypse took out humanity?

If that was the case, then was it the same in every parallel world?

If we had one incarnation throughout the existence of one world, how big was the chance to continuously meet our counterparts on the other side of the portals?

Had the counterparts we met in different worlds been just fucking luck on our side?

How big was the chance of more counterparts to voluntarily merge with us? And if not, did we have to kill counterparts that maybe had long died already inside another world to stay the strongest in ours?

I didn’t want anybody to kill their counterparts if there was no other choice, and I surely didn’t really want to see the demon queen turn into a fucking giant grandma.

Fuck.

I sighed.

Fine...

"You can stay so annoyingly optimistic."

I have no choice but to protect y’all anyway.